Four hours ago, the underground mall.

The whistling of the last subway has passed, and calm has returned.

Quiet, dark, and desolate, like an abandoned street, the floor is sprinkled with scattered colorful leaflets, and there is neither a customer nor a confined space with temperature.

Black mist, disease, death, gnawing.

Everything from the dimly lit bar to the brightly lit 24-hour convenience store makes you cough until you get back up with a cloudy will.

On the glass ceilings of several places, the blue moonlight carves the night like blue waves.

In a space where everything is anesthetized, it seems that only the moon is a living thing.

So, is this death or rebirth?

A male convenience clerk who had just woken up stood up with his trembling arms grasping the doorknob, black mist steaming through his uniform.

He didn't feel the heat, to be precise, he didn't feel the touch anymore.

Even in the middle of the night like this, people can be encountered in underground malls.

He hurried to the parking lot with his head down.

In a daze before catching the crane machine.

Men and women gathered under the glass ceiling, holding karaoke tickets, in twos and threes.

What are they doing? What's the point of doing that?

The convenience clerk no longer has the heart to think about these issues, he just wants to start a new, continuous cycle of desires.

Hot, bright red, moving objects.

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Four hours after the mutiny.

Just as the convenience clerk was standing on top of the mountain of corpses, celebrating his acquiescence as the leader, his body suddenly trembled.

"The infection lasted less than 10 seconds, and the flesh lasted for a record-breaking time, and although it was a new formula, it had already pushed NSD-79 to its limits. Once this is cleaned up, you can call the police. ”

A man in black with a mask put away his electric baton and threw it aside, while several others wrapped the convenience clerk in a snakeskin bag and carried it away.

He stretched out his hand in the air and swung it, and under the fire shutter door at the four corners, the four security guards were pierced into half a cylinder of potion by the black-clothed man who appeared behind him, and his blood vessels gradually blackened, and he fluttered on the floor a few times before he stopped moving.

"If I just hope to turn the tables on this experiment, then my efforts are meaningless." Said a hoarse voice on the phone.

"Don't worry, old leader," the man in black under the mask seemed to smile, "this gun is much more durable, and the new diffusion speed is no longer something that magic can do, according to this calculation, I am foolproof here." ”

"Foolproof?" The other end of the phone coughed helplessly, "I believe in your planning ability, but the enemy is not so easy to deal with, especially the young man next to the great magician, I'm afraid he is the biggest variable." ”

The masked man stepped on his shiny leather shoes into the moonlit corridor, knocking on Erlang's leg and sitting on a chair under the pillar, a figure somewhat lonely compared to the men and corpses who had cleared the marks in the distance.

"Old leader, don't be angry," the masked man said in a flat tone, "the battery factory estimates the danger, but I'm still sure of it." But what's going on with your new weapon? ”

"Although I use a new graphene battery, the battery life is still a problem, I compress the algorithm, and it may arrive later."

"Okay, then don't bother."

"When will you withdraw?" Asked on the phone.

The masked man scratched his head through the hood of his sweatshirt, "President Zou has been exposed. But the police action is all under my control, rest assured. ”

"Listen to me, withdraw now, give up tonight." said on the phone.

The masked man snorted and said, "What, I can't bear your General Li?" It's okay for me to let him go. ”

"No," replied on the other end of the phone, "President Zou, did No. 97 do it?" ”

"You still need to say," said the disgruntled voice of the masked man, "I have long sensed that something is wrong with her, but I have recently guessed who she is, and I happened to kill them all today." ”

With a click, the phone hung up without any response.

The masked man got up, turned around and slammed his fist into the pillar.

He calmly turned his head and paced, urging his subordinates, "Is the conference center ready downstairs?" ”

Several subordinates nodded.

"Very well," he glanced at a piece of corpses as if he were looking at the room that had just been cleaned up, nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly turned his eyes to the slender figure that appeared behind him, and shouted loudly,

"Who?!"

Black tights and caps, long braids, ring-shaped rose-red tactical eyepieces obscuring the eyes, slender lips and waist.

The ultimate feminine silhouette shimmers in the field of vision.

It's not a metaphor, she does flicker.

In the underground corridor under the moon, the wind fell silent.

"Number 97?!" The masked man yelled, and then shouted at the subordinates behind him, "Pay attention! ”

A few gunshots rang out, and the condensed figure turned into a pile of flickering chips peeling off under the moon.

"It's exposed, get out."

"Withdraw, why withdraw?" Ning Ran appeared behind the masked man.

"You ......" the masked man raised his gun.

"On the 23rd, I just found a policeman after I saw President Zou and you, and the incident happened suddenly, so I didn't have time to ask you for instructions, what?" Ning Ran leaned against the wall on one side, and a smile appeared under the tactical eyepiece, "Doubt me?" ”

The man behind the mask hesitated.

What to do? According to this account, there is currently no evidence of Mutiny 97.

"Give you one last chance," he pointed his gun at Ning Ran's forehead, "and explain why the TV station didn't kill the boy." ”

"The reason is very simple," Ning Ran turned sideways and paced back and forth in front of the masked man, holding himself, "He was connected to the Black Law Source at that time, I thought that instead of killing him, why not persuade him to join us?" ”

In response to Ning Ran's sudden return smile, the masked man hesitated to take two steps back.

Number 97 has always had few words, why did he suddenly say so much? Could it be that I've been talking to others a lot lately, but to be honest, this logic is flawless.

"Then why didn't you report it!" The masked man lowered his gun, but his grip did not diminish in the slightest.

"Perhaps, that's just my delusion," Ning Ran said, "Not to mention that it's very irresponsible to report an ambiguous piece of information, so I'm willing to advocate continuing to follow it." ”

For this explanation, although unpleasant, it seems that there is no way to take her.

However, there is one more critical issue.

"So," the masked man raised his gun again, "No. 97 who came out of the training camp and didn't take off his eyepieces," he took a few steps closer and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Ning Ran's forehead, "Let me see you for real." ”

"What," Ning Ran smiled unmoved, "Do you like to see the scars on my face?" ”

"Or maybe it's a burn mark!" The masked man's voice was louder, "Miss Ning Ran." ”

"It seems that I can't hide it anymore, na, give me a good look."

The woman smiled, took off her eyepieces to reveal her red eyes, and after unbuttoning the cap and ribbon, she was just short red hair.

The masked man suddenly took several steps back.

"Willow, Willow ......"

There was a clang, a clang, and the man's knee snapped in the darkness in the distance.