[Did you think this chapter would be a liban? ] Hey, hey, hey]

"Huh!?"

Hearing this, Wen Qing suddenly suddenly became excited, he heard it right!?

"Yes, yes," the white-haired girl blushed and felt like she was about to drip blood, "I'm ready!" ”

I'll you, can you pick a good time to come and talk to me about warming the bed?

I'm in pain right now, and you actually said that you want to warm my bed, do you think it's really good at this time?

Moreover, even if the time is good, Wen Qing doesn't dare to accept it, there are several tactical humanoids outside who are eyeing him, if he attacks an 'outsider' now, hehe......

Chickens fly and dogs jump? No, no, no, this is the lightest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hatchet? This is not the most serious either.

"In this way, the commander can be with us forever~" Thinking that even if he died, he would be eaten in his stomach, Wen Qing couldn't help but stand upside down, what is this?

Even if I die and fall to the ground, will I comfort everyone with my broken body?

Wen Qing is not that great, and he is not surnamed Lu!

"This kind of thing...... I'll talk about it later. As soon as these words came out, Wen Qing suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

"No, I mean later, phew! I'll talk about it later! ”

Looking at Wen Qing who fled in the wilderness, the white-haired girl covered her mouth with a red face and laughed softly, originally thought that this man who was about the same age as herself would be eager to agree to herself, but she didn't expect to be so shy.

If Wen Qing heard this, he would definitely shout that he was wronged, where was he shy, he was obviously worried about his own life!

If even the capital of leather M is gone, what kind of spark can be sown and what sparks can be used to start a prairie fire!

At the same time, in the detention room of the base, Hank, who had just pulled the almost scrapped 59 out of the rubble with the help of Lwmmg and the two Leopard women, rushed here non-stop when he received MK23 and caught 47, but when he came here, Wen Qing and M4 and the others had just left.

"It seems to be just the two of us." Looking at 47, who was still standing in front of the partition glass with his head bowed and didn't know what he was thinking, Hank said quietly.

Hearing his voice, 47 raised his head suddenly, and when he saw the familiar gas mask, his originally indifferent eyes instantly sharpened, as if he could pierce the lenses of the gas mask and see Hank's eyes hidden behind directly.

"You're finally here." 47 stared at Hank's face and said indifferently.

"To be honest, I'd rather we never see each other again if I could." Hank slowly walked up to 47 and met the eyes that seemed to kill, "It's good for both of us." ”

"It's good for you," 47 sneered, "it's not good for me." ”

"Why are you so obsessed with the past, do you only have the past and no future in your eyes?" Looking at 47's reaction, Hank couldn't help but frown.

"Future?" 47 As if he had heard some joke, he suddenly grinned, "Is there a future for people like me?" ”

"Everyone has a future, even if it's artificially created."

At this point, Hank suddenly sighed, then slowly took off his helmet and removed the gas mask that had been on his face for thousands of years, followed by a black hood......

When the hood was removed, a face that was almost identical to him suddenly appeared in 47's eyes.

"This ......" looked at the face that was not much different from himself, and for the first time 47 showed a look of horror in his eyes, "Impossible! ”

"Nothing is impossible," Hank looked at 47 calmly, "you are all clones of me, a byproduct of Ambrera's 'Albert Wesker Project'. ”

"You're lying to me!" 47 jerked up his intact left hand and slammed it against the glass with a muffled sound, "How could I be your clone!" ”

"Want to hear the ins and outs?"

Hank took out one of the few cigarettes and put it in his mouth, lit it and spit out the fog, staring at the smoke floating in the air, a little melancholy in his eyes.

"Originally, in order to ensure that there would be follow-up subjects to continue the experiment after the failure of the 'Albert Wesker Project', Ambrera asked U. S.S selected a batch of sufficiently good genomes for backup cloning. ”

"After a lot of selection, that damn group of scientists chose me, and then set up a cloning center in a hospital in Romania and started mass-producing my clones, which are you."

"Unfortunately, the Albert Wesker project succeeded, and you lost the value of continuing to exist, so the rest of the story happened."

The originally irritable 47 slowly calmed down and began to listen carefully to every word Hank said, and he knew that there was no need for this man to lie to himself now.

"I thought all the clones had been cleaned up by Ambrera until I met you in Paris."

Hank put his gaze back on 47's face: "I was also surprised at the time, my first reaction was just a coincidence, after all, there are so many people in the world, and there are many people who look alike, until you did it to me, I didn't confirm that you were my clone, after all, all the fighting techniques in your memory were extracted from me." ”

"You were also the first to defeat me once and for all and escape from my hands." 47 regained his original indifference again, "For the sake of shame, I've been looking for you." ”

"It's useless even if you find me now," Hank shrugged slightly, "I have more important things to do now, and besides, I have a hunch that death is not far away." ”

"Isn't your nickname the Grim Reaper?" 47 showed a hint of sarcasm: "What does it mean that the dignified Ambrera 'Grim Reaper' actually had a premonition that he was about to die?" ”

"Literally," Hank didn't pay attention to 47's taunts, and continued to say quietly, "I may not see the day when Ambrera will be completely destroyed, but I finally found a decent heir and was unwilling to hang up, so, there is something I want to ask you." ”

When he said this, the expression on Hank's face suddenly became serious: "I hope that if I die one day, you can replace me, continue to exist, and help that kid tide over the difficulties." ”

"In your place? Are you kidding? 47 also had a tangled expression on his face, although the ins and outs of the matter had been figured out, it was still too difficult for him to accept this man's request now.

"That kid is too young, and he is a little angry, I'm sure you can see it, I'm afraid he will do something irrational."

Hank threw away his burned cigarette butt and slowly turned around and walked towards the door of the detention cell.

"This is the first time in my life that I have asked someone, and I hope you don't refuse...... If you want me to pay, I'll do what you want. ”