"Whoever takes a captor will be taken captive, and whoever kills with the sword will be slain by the sword."

On the eve of death before the world was wet, Shiloh. Goin is getting dressed.

The fifty-centimeter-thick lead-lined partition wall did not block the outside artillery fire, and each tremor was accompanied by a loud and delayed sound, and Goin lowered his eyes and fastened the sleek black dress silver armbats. The composite back cushion made his slightly thin shoulder bones straight, and this body was extremely simple, but it exuded a cold-blooded, aristocratic, and aggressive temperament.

Ironing out a crease in his chest, Gain's tie tightened against the mirror of the royal carved frame, and he looked at the reflection, inhaling slowly but deeply.

The person in the mirror could only distinguish a pair of ionized pupils due to the brightness of the room, and the pupil color switched between blood red and inky purple, and Goin blinked, closed for three seconds and then opened, the red faded, leaving normal ripples.

Then the doorbell rang.

Armed cops with a full-body absorbent scrub-covered exoskeleton watched him through a high-speed camera.

"As far as I can remember, the main goal of Area 170 is to contain out-of-control individuals," Goin looked at the former, "Do you think I've become a consciousness?" Or will I be used for experiments? ”

"Seriously." The officer replied, "But please leave with us." “

"No problem, but," Goin laughed, striding forward, leaving the two behind. "I suggest that you don't open the magnetic field, always remember that it can't lock me."

The Administrators silently followed, like vultures waiting for their sick bodies to die.

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Ke Miuwei. Noah remained in his original position, three scorching arcs of magnetic arcs entering his semivertebral nerve hub, carrying dozens of branching lightning bolts, before the energy tube popped out of his collarbone, leaving the attached vessel empty.

Noah looked up, feeling the taste of the Elvina serum flowing through the aorta, the violent fluctuations in energy causing ice crystals to ooze from the diaphragm of his heart.

The cold snap weighed through the pain, diluting the paralysis caused by the puncture of the reaction network and prolonging his recovery.

The replacement tissue unexpectedly coincided with the procedural section, and Noah stared at his fingers, the creeping matter was shrinking, and the white skin was revealed, and he could now feel the joy of the long-lost sunshine on his face, although it was only a row of disinfectant argon lamps that shone on him.

Soon, the sound of metal crashing came, and Noah looked indifferently at the protective door, on which a bulge had just appeared caused by physical contact from the outside world, and he stared at the curved surface, and the radiation under his eyes doubled.

The second explosion smashed through the wall next to it, like the drying and peeling of an oil painting, from left to right, quickly tearing apart.

At one point, the bite of the gate valve suddenly disappeared, and the heavy metal plate spun into the room, scraping a fuse-like glitch on the alloy floor, all the way to Noah's feet.

"Current Status: Outbreak." The sound of the main computer comes out of the speakers.

Noah got up and threw the syringe on the operating table, his right hand stretched out to the side, and the skeletal joint snapped with a sharp explosion.

A long knife with a black and blue data stream all over his body was shaped and shaped in his hand, flashing with a dangerous light that matched the brightness of the corona.

"Life is in him, and this life is the light of man." Noah looked down at the knife, "The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness does not receive the light." “

He raised his eyes, and it happened to meet the crooked-headed figure on the edge of the gap. "Are you right?"