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In the future that Snow Girl has experienced, Eleven was indeed injured by Marshal Mi Xinhong of the Federation. But instead of going into hiding, she fled back to the 'Garden of Eden'.

It was an accident, she dealt with the family of the task object, and was about to do it to the task object when she was bumped into by Mi Xinhong, he was so angry that he shot at her, and the situation was urgent, and she was injured by him in order to kill the task object.

For Eleven, as long as he is alive, it doesn't matter how serious the injury is, he will recover sooner or later.

After the death of the Snow Maiden, what Eleven Gang had done was naturally exposed, which was obviously an act of betrayal, and she calmly took the punishment herself.

Eleven was actually not punished very badly in the 'Garden of Eden', she was already considered a middle-level manager of the Garden of Eden, but after experiencing some flesh and blood suffering, she stayed in the laboratory of the deputy for a few days, and the number of tasks increased greatly, and she came back with blood almost every day.

Eleven was rarely injured, almost all of them were the blood of those she had tortured and killed.

The wanted warrant on her was collected and wiped her ass, enough for her to use for hundreds of years!

And then there was another mission -

Because the upper echelons of Eden wanted to threaten Mi Xinhong to hand over the researcher who had mastered the formula of the source energy potion that was captured by the federal army, he ordered Eleven, who had the most bizarre ability and the highest task completion rate, to take people to arrest Marshal Mi's favorite daughter Mi Zhixin and replace him.

Eleven went, I don't know who leaked the secret, and was ambushed by federal troops on the way back.

After years of blood feud, the firepower of the Federation Army pressed Eleven fiercely against them, and Eleven, as the leader of the team, was not afraid at all, and killed them without mercy.

But after all, there is a huge disparity in numbers, and they are becoming more and more depressed.

When the people brought by Eleven were about to be strangled by the federal army, the news of Mi Zhixin's disappearance finally reached Marshal Mi.

He had to order the eleven who had committed a lot of bloodshed in the Federation and was called the 'Blood Witch'.

The Eden's Keeper's costume changes slightly depending on the rank, and Eleven, the only person who is dressed differently, is almost immediately revealed, and is so set on fire that she almost confesses herself in the wilderness.

Thankfully, her uniform was different, and the soldiers who received the order ended up sparing her life.

Eleven and several subordinates were ferociously injected with the source energy sealant by the soldiers, and they lost their strength, and they were beaten and pushed by the soldiers, and they were brought to Marshal Mi with a gun pointed at their heads, and they asked her to kneel, but she listened and stood silently.

Her subordinates, too, are as quiet as a swarm of robots.

The girl's slender figure stood in the wilderness, looking very thin in a crowd of tall men in Union uniforms.

The wind blew through the grass and made yellow-green waves, and her scattered hair fluttered like that, obscuring her face.

"Talk, where did you get people!?" A warrior pulls on the safety bolt, threatening Eleven, who has been severely beaten and has no ability to resist for the time being.

Mi Zhixin also disappeared with several of their comrades.

They didn't think that Eleven, a cruel and cruel witch, would spare their comrades, but as long as the body was not found, there was still some faint hope.

The gun went off.

Eleven could feel the burning pain from the bullet tearing through the muscles of her legs, and even though she was used to enduring the pain, she couldn't help but snort and fell to her knees.

"Ms. Eleven, at this point, I think you can get a good time if you open your mouth earlier." A low, slightly hoarse, magnetic voice sounded overhead, and as he spoke, she could hear the screams of her subordinates.

……

"You always torture and kill our people alive, did you think that you would end up like this one day?" Another voice said sarcastically, with a deep hatred.

She indifferently looked at the blood dripping from the wound, and there was no emotion in her heart. I didn't feel angry when I was betrayed, I didn't feel afraid of death when I was surrounded, and I didn't feel sad when my subordinates died.

Eleven has long lost the ability to empathize.

She just replicated what others did to herself, and applied it to the task object, why did they react so much?

She didn't know why she did it, she just wanted to do it. Only by looking at the large expanses of blooming blood flowers made by her own hands, and listening to the angry screams in her ears, can she have a glimmer of comfort that she is not completely living in darkness.

She grew up in a hell of despair, endured countless abuses, and learned only how to bring fear and pain to others.

She kills someone else, and then she is killed by someone else.

Pretty rightful and fair, isn't it?

So she doesn't have much to say.

A large hand clamped her face and forced her to look up.

Looking at each other, the heroic middle-aged man suddenly froze his movements - looking at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in front of him looked very similar to him, and people who didn't know him could detect the kinship between the two at first glance.

Both pairs of black eyes have double eyelids and slightly raised tails, which make the man look more resolute and resolute, and make Eleven look more delicate and lovely.

It's just that the girl's face has been expressionless, her eyes are dull, like a lifeless artificial doll, and the plainness makes the lovely face dim countless times.

The combat uniform on her body was covered with dust and blood, and the injuries all over her body were unbearable for a big man with iron bones, and she inevitably had to howl a few times to vent her emotions.

But she didn't even shake her eyelids, and her eyes looked blankly ahead.

"Hahahaha......" One of Eleven's subordinates who was still alive for the time being saw the shock in Marshal Mi's eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing, coughing up blood while laughing.

"You can't ask anything, when she was eighteen years old, she had to take a 'life education' class according to the rules, but at that time she was only the age of a six-year-old child, and she struggled too violently, screaming too harshly, and was poured boiling hot oil and ruined her throat as punishment."

"Marshal Mi, do you remember Mino that was lost more than thirty years ago?" The ordinary-looking man smiled meaningfully, spat out blood, and changed his words and said, "If you insist on not handing over someone, you will prepare to hold a funeral for your baby daughter Mi Zhixin." ”

When Mi Xinhong first heard the name Mi Zhinuo, he frowned, and his eyes were dark.

When the captive said Mi Zhixin again, he stepped forward quickly, the more anxious his heart became, the calmer his face became, and he grabbed the man's collar and asked in a deep voice, "What did you say?" Mi Zhixin was kidnapped by you? ”

The man didn't mean to explain at all, he smiled weirdly, "If you don't let Eleven come back, the funerals of the second and third daughters can be done together." ”

This former subordinate of Eleven, the puppet remotely controlled by the 'Garden of Eden' at this time, has a large blood stain on his clothes.

He looked at Eleven meaningfully one last time, and Eleven just looked away with an unfocused gaze.

As soon as the words fell, the man in Mi Xinhong's hand was no longer lifeless, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes were cloudy and white - it was obvious that the brain tissue had been blown up by the built-in bomb.

Marshal Mi's face was extremely gloomy, he threw away the corpse in his hand, his brain turned quickly, Mi Zhinuo was his second daughter who had lost thirty-two years, Mi Zhixin's sister.

After so many years, the name of the child, who had disappeared for more than thirty years, was suddenly spoken by the enemy.

He was well aware of the cruelty of the enemy, and the other party was by no means kind enough to tell him that his second daughter was still alive, plus the appearance of the Federation's top wanted criminal Eleven was very similar to him......

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Eleven was taken back to the Ninth Army garrison and placed in a cell.

She is like a silent ornament, without eating or drinking for three consecutive days, she has been holding her legs and shrinking in the corner, looking at a place for a long time, as if she is living in her own world.

Mi Xinhong got the DNA test report, and the prisoner was indeed related to him, and it was likely that she was his granddaughter according to her age.

The tablet with the report on it was slammed to the ground and torn apart.

The blood of the man who has been responsible for maintaining the peace of the Federation for half his life has wantonly destroyed the Federation he has protected with blood and tears, and has taken the lives of many innocent people with extremely vicious and cruel means.

He had stayed up all night, his eyes bloodshot, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray on his desk were piled up like a hill. In the end, he straightened his clothes, looked more energetic, and had a plan in mind.

It's just blood.

Kinship is built on the emotions that coalesce from everyday interactions, not just a few pieces of DNA that are in the same order.

What do they have to do with each other? No.

Oh no, there is.

She was a prisoner.

Marshal Mi walked into the cell where Eleven was kept, the girl's limbs were bound by heavy chains, and she was staring at a black spot on the wall.

Eleven's face looked like it was in transition from a child to an adult, more child-oriented, and he could see some of the shadows of his second daughter on her face.

She was slender, her face and lips were weak and pale due to not eating water for several days, and the iron chains made the little girl feel even more pitiful—if she hadn't almost broken the neck of the orderly who had come in to bring her food on the first day of her imprisonment, she would not have been bound like this.

On the small table in front of the bed, there was a lot of cold food, all of which were separated from the army's canteen, and the dishes were quite good, and the meat and vegetables were suitable. Even if it's cold, it still exudes some enticing aroma.

He had things taken and warmed up.

Eleven's mental state is abnormal that anyone with a discerning eye can see.

In the past few days, a psychiatrist from the psychiatric department has seen her and treated her.

When the doctor left, he couldn't say a word, and he thought that he was going to rest slowly for two days, and when he went back, he had a nightmare and an illness, and hurried to submit a report to him.

- The doctor spied on a portion of Eleven's memories, and in the fragments he saw, he saw a large area of blood and darkness.

The white smoke that comes out after being poured hot oil into the throat, the violation, the living dissection on the cold laboratory table, the injection of potions, and the hand-to-hand fight with the star beast......

The doctor who bandaged her also said that Eleven was covered in scars from abuse, and the old and the new were intertwined, so there was no good place.

Mi Xinhong thought of the people she killed, felt that she was extremely hateful, and thought of what happened to her and felt that she was pitiful, and he couldn't help but clench his fists when he was troubled in his heart.

Hate? Hate.

He's going to destroy that organization.

As for the eleventh ...... Being hurt is not a reason to hurt others, and the world is kept running not by feelings but by law.

He sat on a stool at the small table in the prison and couldn't help but take out a cigarette to calm down.

He'd already figured out what to do with Eleven.

Marshal Mi had been replied to the report he had submitted last night in less than half an hour, and he had arrived in prison a little later when he could have acted immediately—for Eleven on surveillance had not woken up until just now.

Saving her the last undisturbed sleep can be regarded as his last bit of mercy.

"You...... Do you have any wishes? Mi Xinhong exhaled a puff of smoke and asked slowly.

He has no feelings for Eleven, but he feels a little guilty when he thinks of his second daughter through her...... But even if it is his second daughter, he has no extra emotions now.

He hadn't seen him for more than 30 years, and if it weren't for some photos at home, he would have almost forgotten that he still had a daughter.

Time is too terrible to eclipse all good existence, and make the indispensable become discardable.

Maintaining the peace of tens of billions of people, he is responsible for his own soldiers and the Federation, where can there be so many sons and daughters.

Eleven sat in that position with his legs crossed, not knowing how he persevered.

She didn't look like a bloody executioner at all, but a little girl who was supposed to be enjoying her youth at school.

The orderly brought the hot meal, and he stepped forward to untie the chains that bound Eleven, pulled her up from the ground and pressed her to the stool in front of the table, and sat down opposite Eleven.

With his force value, he didn't worry about what she would do.

Eleven sat motionless on his stool, his gaze falling on the wall behind him, unfocused.

She hadn't eaten in days, but she wasn't at all interested in the meal in front of her.

"You ......" Mi Xinhong suddenly stopped, he had a lot of things to ask in his heart, but when he was about to leave, he found that there was nothing to ask.

Why don't you eat it? Did you do so many wrong things because you were coerced? How are you doing? Is your mother okay?

Looking at Eleven's appearance, everything has already been answered.

He finished his cigarette irritably, threw the end of the cigarette, crushed it with his foot, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go, it's time to go on the road." ”

"Stand up and follow." Mi Xinhong gave the order, and his voice was very deep and steady.

In their research on Eleven over the past few days, they found that it was only through imperative statements that they could occasionally get feedback on her actions.

Eleven blinked, and slowly stood up, holding her movements a little stiff for a long time.

The man didn't pull her, she walked after him obediently, but slower and more shaky—the wound she had been caught with more than three days ago, though simply treated, was still not very good.

Her source energy was blocked by the potion and couldn't be used at all, so the injury was still not bad, but at least it wasn't inflamed.

The man was somewhat in line with her steps, but he couldn't walk fast.

Eleven looked at the back of the head of the man in front of her, who was a head and a half taller, and a faint look rolled up in her eyes, and quickly assessed that she couldn't kill him now, and that trace of emotion instantly dissipated and returned to a dead silence.

The soldiers passing by saluted Mi Xinhong respectfully, but looked at her with surprise and disgust.