In the Philadelphia Starstripe branch base, not too far from New York City, another story is happening.

A girl with a disheveled hair was firmly tied to a huge metal pillar, her eyes were half-open, but her expression was numb, as if life and death had nothing to do with her.

Several whipping sounds pierced the air, and the tail of the whip, full of strength, was thrown on the girl's body fiercely, making a snapping sound, and the girl had been whipped to the flesh.

Under the faint light reflection, the girl appeared lifeless and lifeless, only the half-open eyes proved that she was still alive.

"Say, why steal the medicine!" A reprimanding interrogation sounded in the girl's ears, and the girl's eyes rolled for a moment, looked in the direction from which the voice came, and then turned her eyes back to the place where she came, she did not want to speak.

The reprimanding interrogation came from an Asian man, who looked to be in his thirties, slightly chubby, with a beer belly that did not match his age, and a grim expression as if he was about to eat people, he was a starstripe administrator in this starstripe branch base, responsible for managing some of the selectors in the base who had not yet become starstripe holders.

This Asian man's name is Park Zhongzheng, before the end of the world, he was the star stripe administrator of the star stripe company's branch base in South Korea, and because of his vicious and cruel training methods, he trained the top star stripe holder Z in his branch, so he was valued by the star stripe company's top management, and he jumped into the star stripe company's star stripe branch base in Philadelphia.

Seeing that the girl tied to the metal pillar in front of him had no intention of speaking, the Asian man walked up to the girl and raised his hand to gently hold the girl's long hair like straw and said, "Since you don't want to say it, let me guess?" ”

The girl seemed to be a little resistant to the man in front of her, looking sideways, she didn't want to see his face, for some reason she only felt that his face was a little disgusting.

"Is it because of Subject 41?" The man said contemptuously.

Hearing these few words, the girl's expression was as if she had been pricked by a needle, and the girl looked at the man in front of her in surprise, showing an incredible expression, how did he know.

Seeing the girl's reaction, the man seemed to understand, so he pulled the girl's hair tightly without pity, stared at the girl viciously and said: "You kind of garbage, there is no need to become a star pattern holder, you are not only weak in numbers, but also so weak in heart, it seems that I am wasting time." ”

The man then let go and returned to the table next to him, picked up the phone and said, "Subject 40 is not qualified, and it will be included in the next routine destruction along with Subject 41."

In the empty room, the girl still maintained a numb expression, but there was a slight hint of despair in her eyes, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Routine destruction is the collective destruction at regular intervals, and the contents of the destruction include damaged star-striped equipment, unqualified star-striped test subjects, and dead corpses.

A moment later, two guards came to the room and untied the girl, and when the rope fell off, the girl lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground, but it seemed that the two guards did not have any pity, and savagely dragged the girl's arm outward, and a long blood stain dragged on the marble floor, farther and farther away.

The girl was locked in a cold room surrounded by metal walls, and the door to this room was a thirty-centimeter-thick alloy steel plate, and the door made a metal clattering sound when it closed.

The cold room is not big, only a dozen square meters, but the room is relatively full of things, and it does not seem empty.

In the innermost part of the room, there were all kinds of damaged equipment and electronic components, and then leaning on this pile of equipment were several cold corpses, and several stumps and severed arms, and at the doorway, a girl covered in wounds and also disheveled hair lay dying in the corner.

"I'm sorry, sister." Subject Forty struggled to move and sat down next to Subject Forty-One, and his cold right hand gently touched Subject Forty-One's forehead.

"You're so stupid." Subject 41 said with a dying breath, and the four words were spoken slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"But I can't help it, I can't watch you die." Subject Forty's tone trembled, and a teardrop slipped from her eyes, dripping on the floor with a clicking sound.

"I can't live anymore, promise me, even my share to live together." Subject 41 struggled to speak, as if she was about to drain all the energy in her body.

"Sister, you don't want to die!" Subject Forty dragged his dying body and struggled to hold Subject Forty's equally cold hands.

"I dispatched all the nanobots in my body into the palm of my hand, we have the same blood and genes, I think my nanobots will not be rejected by you, with them, your body will recover faster, and maybe there will be a chance to escape from here." Subject 41 seemed to struggle with every word.

Subject 40 only felt the touch of liquid in Subject 41's hands, and then a cold sensation appeared in her palms, which were nanobots in Subject 41's body, and these nanobots also entered her body along Subject 41's palms.

Theoretically, A's nanobots are only suitable for A and cannot be passed on to B, but the exceptions are Subjects 40 and 41, who are twin sisters and whose genes are almost overlapping, which makes this feasible.

"No, sister, don't do this, without nanobots, you will die quickly, I beg you, don't do it." Subject Forty said in a pleading tone.

"If I die, the nanobots will stagnate in my body, and in that case, you will lose the opportunity to escape from here, listen to me, Mia, try your best to escape from here." Subject 41's vocal cords were no longer able to make sounds, and Subject 40 could only hear the small sounds of air sliding through his vocal cords.

"Sister," Subject Forty wailed, she was just as weak, she could only watch her sister's life disappear, and she couldn't stop it, her sister was called Leah, the only blood relative she had in the world, but she couldn't do anything about it.

"Promise me, do everything you can, live... Under.... Go. Subject 41 used all the strength in her body to utter her last words, and then the hands in Subject 40's hands fell one after another, and the cold hands landed on the floor with a slight clicking sound, and Subject 41's heart stopped beating.

The room fell silent again, but she stopped sobbing and wailing, she suddenly seemed to be filled with hatred, she hated this place, she hated this starstriped base, she hated everything related to this place, she swore that if she could get out of here alive, she would do everything she could to destroy this place, and for a moment, she only felt that she was unusually calm.