From the mutation, to the crack of the corridor, to the desperate escape, a total of just over an hour, in the werewolf's heart, but it was as long as a day and a night, and now after seeing No. 47 again, he faintly had an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes in his heart. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info was just the first sentence of the other party's mouth, and it completely extinguished the melancholy thoughts that the werewolf had just germinated.

"Rubbish! Don't hurry up yet! Do you think this is still training?! After reluctantly scolding, Forty-Seven, as if he hadn't noticed the injuries on his body, turned around and left, and the werewolf who had been left behind him hurriedly got up and limped after him.

At this moment, the wound on the werewolf's hind heel was still very painful, but after the werewolf stopped running at high speed, the bleeding condition had been temporarily and effectively alleviated. Perhaps because he had used a military quick-acting device not long ago, his body's recovery was far from overdrawn, and the tense muscles after the transformation also maintained a squeeze on the wound, so that except for the wound on the heel, there was no serious oozing blood on his body.

I don't know why, as soon as the forty-seventh appeared, the speed at which the light in the corridor behind the werewolf went out was significantly slowed down, and after a period of repeated alternation of light and darkness, the darkness that was almost trying to choose people to devour finally stopped expanding in a place close to the werewolf, but the rest of the area that still remained bright was still flickering at this time, and it was obvious that the current situation could not be maintained for too long. After following No. 47 for two steps, he looked back at the steel monster who had been shot and fell to the ground, but saw that the steel mask that the other party had originally covered his head had fallen, revealing his true face hidden inside, and after subconsciously stopping and observing for a few seconds, the werewolf was surprised to recognize that the mask was covered by a twisted and hideous human face!

"Don't look at it, that's a human, commonly known as a humanoid weapon." As if anticipating what the werewolf was going to ask next, Forty-Seven, who was walking in front, explained without replying, "His limbs have been modified, and his physical functions have also been greatly improved. It's just..."

"Just what?" Seeing that No. 47 fell silent halfway through speaking, the werewolf who followed up again impatiently asked, "Also, I have no grievances with it, why did it kill the killer when it saw me without saying a word?" ”

"They've basically abandoned human emotion. After completing the body modification, these humanoid weapons will only obey the orders of the modder, and compared to robots, they are more intelligent and can handle complex and changeable situations than robots. Forty-seven glanced back at the werewolf and replied in an uncertain tone, "Generally speaking, they play the role of pawns, responsible for the early enemy cleanup and internal exploration, and the orders they received before setting off are basically to kill all the living mouths they encounter on the way, although the value of werewolves is high, but these trade-offs are not within their consideration." Actually, I was wondering who was attacking this place, but now the answer is already coming out. ”

Speaking of this, Forty-Seven's expression changed suddenly, and she hurriedly dragged the werewolf forward, but she didn't take two steps, remembering that the werewolf had a wound on her foot, in order to avoid leaving blood stains, she carried it again without saying a word, and quickly crashed into a white wall not far away.

"Ah, this is—" Just as the werewolf instinctively raised his arms to defend himself, he was dumbfounded to find himself being taken by Forty-Seven to an empty small room, and the lights in the room were flickering on and off like the corridor outside. By the flickering light, the werewolf noticed that Forty-Seven was listening to the movement outside the white wall behind him, and when he saw him look over, he raised his index finger in a silent motion.

'Whatever happens, you have to put me down first!' After this thought flashed through his mind, the werewolf who was still being held on the shoulder by No. 47 couldn't help but twist his body and wanted to be put down, at this time he still maintained the posture after transformation, and his huge body was resisted by a woman smaller than him, how strange and strange it felt. Seeing that he did not listen to the order, No. 47 first clasped his right hand heavily to restrain his restless body, and then waved his left hand towards the wall, and saw that their eyes suddenly lit up, and several series of tapping sounds were heard from far and near. The werewolf followed the light, and was directly frightened to stiffen, and did not dare to act rashly.

'How many humanoid weapons are there...'

With a wave of Forty-Seven's hand, the white wall behind them suddenly became transparent, but the outside world could not see the situation in their room, because in just a few seconds, three humanoid weapons had already passed in front of them on the side of the transparent wall. After the three humanoid weapons passed by, Forty-Seven's expression did not improve, and there was no movement in carrying the werewolf. The werewolf who had learned the lesson didn't say much at the moment, but his eyes were rolling around, not knowing what he was thinking.

I can't imagine that there would be humans willing to be transformed into this, and what good would it do them? After becoming a humanoid weapon, you can't think and don't have your own judgment, so what's the difference between you and a dead person? If anyone dares to reform me like this, I will definitely rise up and kill everyone who wants to transform me! Then again, the reason why Forty-Seven has trained me for so long isn't it also to transform me, right? That wooden river... Is it really her enemy? Are they complicit? If so, what is the point behind spending so much manpower and material resources on me? , I've been thinking about these questions for eight months, and my head is about to explode! After this twist and turn, I must let the forty-seventh tell me the truth!! ’

"Don't move!"

Due to the severe mood fluctuations, the werewolf's body also unconsciously straightened. Sensing the movement of the werewolf on his shoulder, Forty-Seven whispered a warning in an unkind tone. "I don't care what you're thinking, just warn once, don't mess with your mind, whether you run away or resist, your end will only be death! Obediently listen to my orders, and I will be responsible for your safety! ”

"No.."

Under the warning of Forty-Seven, the werewolf who was resisted by it on his shoulder felt a little unhappy in his heart, but he still whispered in response. After a while, he saw that the two of them were still standing still, and asked suspiciously, "Why are we still here?"

"Shh

The werewolf, who had been interrupted to ask a question, didn't say much, because judging from Forty-Seven's grim expression, it was obvious that there were more humanoid weapons coming one after another. He looked at the empty corridor around him and pouted his lips disapprerovingly, but he was soon slapped in the face by the sound of a click in his ears, and the originally empty white corridor squeezed out a large number of humanoid weapons in the blink of an eye.