"I don't want to go ......"

"Get up."

"I don't want to go......"

"I'll get you up!"

Only by carrying out orders can they have food and shelter, and if they fail in the mission, they will be disposed of immediately, as if they are making a deal, their bargaining chips are their own lives.

"I'm not going to kill our own kind anymore! We are infected, and they are infected! Why do we keep ourselves alive by killing our own kind! ”

"Because that's the world! In order to survive, we must give it our all! Who can guarantee our lives if we don't kill them? Who can keep us alive! On your own? By this world? By the identity of our infected! ”

"And how did we survive before? Did we rely on anyone else before! Brother, I recently heard that there is an organization called the Integration Movement......"

The man at the head squatted down and rubbed the girl's head, the sternness just now had disappeared, and now there was only gentleness.

"We can only believe in ourselves, don't believe in those third-rate organizations, we will only bring about our own destruction, call our sister, and we are leaving."

“…… Well. ”

As long as there is an order, whether it is day or night, they have to carry it out, the mission time is only six hours, every time, if they fail, someone will seize the task, and they, will be destroyed.

Their chiefs...... No, it should be the master, an Ursatian nobleman (the kind that doesn't live long)

"It's noon, is that really possible? Or ...... in the evening."

"We only have six hours."

From the conversation just now, we can know that this young man is the second of their three siblings, and he has an older sister and a younger sister.

"Sister...... That integration ......"

The youngest girl, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, did such a thing in order to survive.

"Well, wait for the time sister to go and investigate, if it's really the same as we think, we'll leave and go to integrate the movement."

"Sister, the goal is out."

Their target is the head of a small force of the infected, and the reason for the assassination is that he is also sharing a piece of the pie of intelligence work.

Clean and neat, leaving no traces, this is their criterion, and the law of survival.

The tip of the knife is red, and another human life is accepted, this kind of thing has become commonplace, they are still working hard for their masters, working hard for their own food and clothing tomorrow, even if their masters don't treat them as human beings at all.