late at night

Zoshar had just finished counting the mafia's annual pre-spending in the Old Town, even though that was supposed to be what the Finance Department was supposed to do.

But instead of believing in the troubles caused by those rabble, it is better to take all the work yourself.

Originally, the election of the ruling party in the new century of the new Soviet Union made the amount of documents that Zoshar had to browse every day double, and the mafia wanted to infiltrate the new city this year to collect the stains of Oslandon and the Ronax party behind it, which made the workload increase exponentially on the original basis.

She dragged her tired body out of her room.

Tasting the bitter coffee residue in her mouth, Zoshale wandered aimlessly through the dark cloisters of the villa.

It wasn't the first time she felt a chill in her limbs, after all, she was born cold, but this time she could clearly hear the heartbeat beating in her chest.

"So quiet tonight?"

Zoshar thought, picked up her phone and looked at the time.

"It's already two o'clock in the morning......"

Zosha'er couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, so as not to disturb the villa maid who had already fallen asleep.

She looked at the late hour and subconsciously yawned.

At this point,

Even if her head was congested and swollen, it didn't affect her sleepiness in the slightest.

Zoshar looked around the dark hall, pulled the black raincoat she had not yet changed in front of her nose and sniffed, the milky smell was muffled by the smell of grass and mud.

"Whew, gotta take a shower."

Zoshaer thought to herself.

Fifteen minutes later, Zoshar stepped naked into the tub, which was only half filled with warm water.

She slowed the flow of water from the spout, and when she was sure there were no new documents, she relaxed and lay down in the tub, letting the gentle water caress her body and wrap herself.

After soaking for a short while, Zosha'er supported her body with her hands, leaning on the wall of the porcelain jar tiredly, staring at the opposite wall with empty eyes.

She tries to empty her mind, but the afterglow scans the "Epiphany" symbol on her left arm, and the letter "IV", which symbolizes her status.

The sealed film began to turn,

Zosha's memories of the institute reappeared in front of her eyes......

"IV, do you think we belong to Gu raising?"

midnight

After a snow operation, small groups of people huddled each other and sat around the only remaining fire to keep warm.

The closest to the fire was a test subject named VX, whose legs had been blown off during the action and was now on the verge of death.

IV was a little unsure of what to do in the face of the topic raised by III.

"In order to effectively select an excellent body as the main force to annihilate the NATO army, perhaps it is acceptable for us as artificial humans."

X replied confidently and innocently, causing IV to lower his head to hide his sneer.

suddenly

X stood up from the thermostat and let the cold wind blow the snow and ice on her.

"But I refuse."

X's words shocked all the subjects present.

At this moment, X became the focus of everyone, and there was no trace of joke on her cold face.

"I have a plan of rebellion, for the sake of our own survival, we deserve to regain the right to decide our own existence!"

X called loudly, hoping to bring a touch of heat to everyone's low heart in this icy and snowy land.

"It's really a devastating development, but maybe the first place will really be unwilling to be lonely."

IV mocked himself.

"Didn't you almost kill III some time ago, why did you change your words again and refine your mind?"

One of the test subjects sneered.

X's disappointment bears out this fact.

But an excellent individual like X wants to make a storm on his own, which is more than enough.

thereupon

IV pulled his hand out of his snow boots, stood up, and walked forward with a smile:

"If it's really what you say, then I'll join your team."

After saying that, IV stretched out his hot hand,

X's gaze froze on that hand, smiling as he stretched out his cracked hand.

At this point, VI struggled to sit up on the ground with his hands propped up, a USP pistol in his hand, and the other people's eyes turned from the hand they were holding to VI.

"Don't ...... Don't be too reluctant, VI. III hurriedly dissuaded, trying to help VI lie down, but VI blocked him with his hands.

"Of course, this kind of thing has to count me ......" VI said weakly, smiling as best he could at everyone around him.

VI raised his gun and pressed it against his temple with all his might.

No one dissuaded, and perhaps everyone knows that it is useless to rescue now.

"X, please take my glory and dreams, for freedom!"

VI shouted loudly with all his might, and at the same time drew an end to his life.

Bang ——!

With a piercing gunshot, VX ended his pathetic life, his feeble body collapsed in flames, reduced to part of the fuel.

"Since VI is like this, I have to set an example."

III's face was heavy, and at the urging of IV's eyes, he stood up and held out his hand to X, and the subjects rose to their feet......

Back to the dormitory,

The IV who entered the door with the back foot locked the door.

"What are you thinking today?"

IV unabashedly asked, causing the air in the dormitory to freeze instantly.

"III will definitely be confused at this time."

IV thought to himself.

III suddenly casts a puzzled look at IV, proving that IV is right.

X didn't respond, but immediately got up, leaned vigilantly on the door and listened to the footsteps of the outside world, and after a while spoke:

"If you go out, don't you endure loneliness and be controlled by that group of people, it's better to join forces and leave here together."

"You didn't behave like this before."

"That's just your opinion, IV, your perspective doesn't tell the whole story."

X is a bit yin and yang, and it seems that he is very unhappy with the superficial obedience of IV.

At this point,

III, who was originally lying on the bed and reading comic books silently, also opened his mouth to try to round the field:

"X is right, IV you might be a little too ...... Be cautious, although this guy has a bad temper, he still has normal thinking. ”

I have to say, as IV expected, this round is really bad.

"Then you say, how to break through this underground research institute?"

"I've already investigated, and this institute is not only built because of the 'Epiphany Project', but also two other research projects."

IV smiled contemptuously, but immediately put on a deliberately surprised and suspicious expression.

"Sure enough, my ability to talk is still good." IV thought to himself.

X saw IV's stunned expression, so he said proudly:

"Don't know, right? The two research projects are called 'Will to Die' and 'Iron Curtain'. According to my plan, these two research products will greatly help our escape plan......"

In May 2042, one month before X's riot plan, the former world Seoul, South Korea.

On a noisy night, X and his party weave their way through a noisy crowd and enter the street's only open bar with laser beams bouncing around.

They all cover their faces, so they don't have to worry about being noticed by others.

The bar was empty, even the spotlights on the seats in the store seemed to be turned off to save money, and the whole bar could only see a male-looking uncle talking with a few other customers, only to find that it was Cantonese when I walked in.

At first, X and his party came to the door because they were masked, and they were treated as those thugs by the uncle, and they were almost hit by the kitchen knife they took.

The guests who had been communicating with the uncle also covered their faces with their hats and left in a hurry, passing by IV, who smelled a hint of urine from their cotton shirts.

They don't care where the smell comes from.

After a period of explanation with the uncle, they finally conveyed their hearts to the uncle.

At the same time, the other side breathed a sigh of relief, and then calmed down, and asked in what he thought was an intimate tone:

"What do you want to drink, little girls."

The shopkeeper's uncle's tone was so different from his appearance that they even began to hope that the uncle would speak more viciously.

The uncle speaks local Cantonese, which can be said to be confusing to X and others, who have difficulty communicating even in formal Chinese.

They looked at each other in confusion, and finally stopped at IV in unison—

Only IV has deliberately learned Chinese dialects.

"The same amount of food is a sweet taste."

IV smiled a little contemptuously and said that, in order to maintain his advantage, he paid the shopkeeper won on his own.

"It's a girl from the east of the mainland, okay, wait a minute."

The shopkeeper quickly took the money and deposited it at the counter.

Because of the mask on IV's face, the uncle obviously didn't see IV's Russian face.

He turned to make a drink.

Masked demonstrators outside the store began to move forward step by step, pushing what they called a "battle line."

Bang Dong ——!

Several bricks that had failed to be thrown fell to the ground with a disgusting murmur like their life, which had no future.

At this time, several demonstrators were armed with crowbars, and they looked like they were coming to make trouble.

The shopkeeper turned around and took out a kitchen knife and threw it at it so hard that the blade slashed directly through the store's hanging glass.

The demonstrators, who had wanted to smash up the shop, were so frightened by the owner's momentum that they fled back to their smoky organization.

"The shopkeeper is so decisive."

IV couldn't help but sit on the bar chair and compliment, a sentence that only found a lot of mouths after IV finished speaking.

The usually submissive IV also shows her arrogant nature when she gains profits.

Even if she restrained herself with reason, it was not difficult to see from the subtle movements that there was nothing to place, just like a puppy wagging its tail at a loss after being praised by its owner.

She fiddled with the goblet she had picked up from the ground, unintentionally posing as an executive of the Ronalx Party.

At the moment when IV realized,

He hurriedly sat himself upright, and his unreasonable companions were startled.

"There's nothing to admire, there's nothing to say, now the relationship has been torn apart, they're just lackeys."

The uncle's voice was a little haggard, although he was strong, it was not difficult to see that there was something troublesome.

The drink is ready,

But IV was distracted by the scene just now, and had no desire to enjoy it, she looked around, indifferently watching the SWAT suppression of the thug behind her.

"It seems that the situation is already a little out of control, X chooses to riot at this time, maybe ......"

The uncle roared as if cheering himself up, and while wiping his hands with a towel, he sat back in the chair, and some vicissitudes of life seemed to notice something strange, so he asked:

"Why is the girl here at this time?"

IV bit his lower lip tightly and did not give a specific response, but just made a hasty business with the employee, and the uncle chose not to ask again.

suddenly

IV noticed a photo of the uncle with his wife and children on the bar counter.

It was a cute girl, and IV simply judged that the photo should be a family photo of them.

"Uncle has a wife, how can he do it?"

IV asked.

The uncle turned to look at the photo in some consternation, and showed his gentle smile again.

He clearly didn't want to answer,

But when he saw IV's blue eyes, he sneered and mocked himself a few words, and after a while of grumbling, he finally replied in a whisper:

"Recently, the economy has been ruined by them, and my wife has also gone out to do sex work for the sake of the family."

X, who was in the audit, almost spewed out a low-alcohol drink, which is outrageous, this is all "2402", how can anyone be short of money to such a point?

"What about the girls?"

IV continued to ask, his eyes constantly scanning the other corners of the store, judging that the owner should only belong to Chinese descent and not overseas Chinese.

The uncle helplessly pointed to the thugs outside and replied:

"My daughter became a police officer, and I heard that she was doing some copywriting work in the bureau."

After another brief conversation, X and his party prepared to leave.

"I didn't expect IV to be so talkative."

X didn't forget to tease before going out, and then tightened his raincoat.

IV waved goodbye to his uncle with some attachment, turned around and plunged into the gas-filled street with his companion again.

"But like the fate of the moth to the fire, we can control this infinite game, but we must follow its rules."

IV began to talk to himself again.