The night, as deep as a black curtain, a few sparks faintly illuminate the silhouette of the Angel of Death, the civil war has caused it so much trauma that even the daily basic electricity supply is unsustainable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the Tower of Broken Wings, the tallest building in the Inner City of the Angel of Death, Van stood alone with his hands in his hands, letting the howling north wind pass by, ruffling his hair and his heart.

Before he returned to the Angel of Death, in all the return pictures he could imagine, there was no loneliness and sighs now. The powerful and glorious Angel of Death in memory is now like a shell of a defeated lion.

Looking at the darkness reflected by the sparks, Fan carefully rubbed a shrine in his hand, rubbing the different shades of strokes engraved on the shrine.

Gray Wing, this is his surname, and the ashes in this shrine belong to his grandfather.

The process of taking the shrine was uneventful, far from being as dangerous as people imagined, and the guards in charge of guarding it were really weak and pitiful for the current Fan.

Although most of the angels of death in the past looked indifferent, the pride and unyielding in their bones were clearly discerned, but now the angels of death, like mortals who have lost their souls, have an indifferent appearance, but their eyes always reveal suspicion and caution about everything.

The civil war made Yang Feng, but it ruined the Angel of Death, seeing such an ending, Fan's heart was only left with a helpless lament. It turned out that his infiltration was pointless at all, and such an angel of death could be bulldozed head-on in half a month without any tactical suppression.

And can the victory over such an angel of death bring him solace? The answer is neither.

"Your expression proves that you are disappointed." Between the north winds, a red mandala flashed beside Fan.

"Aren't you disappointed?" Fan sighed calmly.

Mandala smiled lazily and sat down casually, "Of course not, this is what I expected, the Angel of Death led by Yang Feng, I knew that it would be this kind of ending, I know him better than you." ”

"But this is, after all, the Angel of Death, where we were born."

"Of course," Mandala smiled, but this time it was a sarcastic one, "and it ruined me." ”

Hearing this, Rao Shifan could only be silent.

"By the way, I'll help you find out about the person you asked me to inquire." Mandala finally stopped smiling, and with a hint of heaviness, "Mark is dead, and after you escaped, he was executed for betraying the Order. At this point, she paused and observed that Fan's face was heavy and gloomy, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Then she said, "But Rose is alive, and I heard that Mu interceded for her." And you wouldn't have thought that your little follower back then has now become a general on the powerful side, the biggest celebrity in front of Yang Feng. ”

"Mu?" Fan repeated the name gently, but found that for this person, there was really a lack of emotions and memories that he should have, and he was more concerned about another person.

"Is Rose okay now?"

"It's not bad, a seventh-level general, under Mu's 'protection', he is also very popular." The mandala emphasized the word protection while deliberately observing Fan's expression.

But alas, this time Van began to be expressionless again.

"That's good." He just said that, as if he had lost all desire to talk for a moment. Mark's death still had an impact on him, although there was not much intersection between the two of them, but he stood up at a critical moment, and still won the respect and gratitude of Fan, but he didn't expect that the farewell would be forever separated.

The mandala did not disturb Brahman, but accompanied him to feel the unique chill of the Siberian north wind.

And not long after, another vague figure flashed into the night.

"Boss, I'm back." Art gasped slightly, looking like he was running around the Angel of Death.

Fanwei forehead, but Mandala was a little dissatisfied, "Aren't you afraid of disturbing the guards with such a loud voice?" And it's just looking for someone, why have you been around for so long. ”

Art first glanced at the mandala, but when he was about to retort, he thought of the relationship between her and Fan now, and forcibly swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

"Chief, Dr. Raff I've found him, he's still alive, but ......," Art said again.

"Say." Van frowned.

"This ...... Alas, you'd better go and see for yourself. Art sighed.

Raf, an extremely common name, but it was widely known years ago, as the founder of the Angel of Death Type 7 transformer, he had an extremely glorious past, but sadly, his glory and end were due to the same person.

Brahman, the prototype of all Type 7 modified humans, a natural life that was not born through genetic cultivation. He kept this secret alone for more than twenty years, and even deceived the high-ranking of the Angel of Death.

His original intention was to create a human like Van with almost the most perfect genes through genetic replication, and Art was the closest thing he could get to perfect.

But a war ruined everything he had, and his affection for Van led him against the wishes of the higher-ups, and he let Van go without permission, and after that, until now, it is the darkest period of his life.

The higher-ups were reluctant to kill him, because the strength shown by Brahma in the battle, and the fact that almost all the surviving Type 7 reformers had been superior to other types of reformers for a long time, had proved Raff's theory right again and again. But as punishment for betraying the Order, he was still picked on his hamstrings.

Losing his freedom, Raff soon became depressed, and Van was gone, leaving his theories forever, so he fell into disgrace and no longer wanted to touch any experiments related to genes, even if his life was threatened.

The higher-ups gradually gave up on him, and then threw him out of the lab, leaving him to fend for himself, hoping to force him to work for the Order again, but Raff survived and was not even killed in the civil war.

But his fate also fell to the bottom, and he had no source of livelihood, so he could only live in the garbage dump with his disabled legs, and make a living by picking up garbage.

The snow in Siberia was particularly cold tonight, and Raff was straining his torn clothes, the dirty and blackened clothes were completely invisible, and the black oil stain could smell strange from two meters away, Raff forced his unconscious legs together, and his eyes were blank and empty. His complexion was completely covered in black and yellow oil, and his hair and beard, which had not been washed for a long time, were tangled together in the most dirty way, and he could not be seen at all.

In his arms lay a half-sized wild dog, a poor little creature that had also lost a receding one, so black that he could not see the color of his coat, and which was sleeping peacefully in Raf's old arms, for which it was its home, even if it was full of rotten stengs.

The little one who was sleeping soundly rubbed Raf affectionately, in his sleep it may be sitting in a sweet dream, and the next moment it suddenly woke up, with round eyes and pricked ears, vigilantly scanning the surrounding environment.

It chirps uneasily, alerting its owner of the danger that may be approaching. However, the hollow-eyed Dr. Raff is like a statue, losing all contact with the outside world.

The footsteps were near, it was a group of patrolling guards, and from their solemn eyes, the little one smelled the approaching threat, and it hurried into Raff's arms, only showing half of its head and looking timidly at the approaching guards, its body trembling, and the tragic experience of its childhood made it afraid of everything in the outside world.

"It's forbidden to keep any animals in the main city, don't you know this rule!" The guards' reprimand still did not wake up the hollow-eyed Raff, in fact, he was used to being asked for trouble, how could the higher-ups watch him live in peace? Even if his current situation can't be worse.

"I'm talking to you, are you deaf!" The captain of the guard frowned, but he was reluctant to come within three meters of Raff out of his resistance to the stench.

"My lord, I didn't have this rule before." Raff finally spoke, his voice extremely hoarse, like the friction of dust in a dry desert.

"It was true that there was no before, but due to the recent emergency, Lord Yang Feng recently ordered that no creatures other than humans are allowed to exist in the main city."

Raff was silent for a moment, "It's just a piece of waste with a broken leg like me, it won't have any effect on adults, so raise your hand and let it go." He pleaded, Xu was psychic with his master, and the little one in his arms trembled even more.

"No way!" The guards showed no mercy, "Lord Yang Feng's orders must be carried out!" ”

"My lord, please, please let it go, it's really just a poor little fellow, it has never lived in the garbage heap, and it won't affect the adults in the slightest." When Raff found the dying little creature in the garbage, its fate resonated with Raff, and since then they have been snuggling up to each other, facing the fall of fate together, never to be separated from each other again.

"Bastard! Dare to disobey Lord Yang Feng's orders! Come on, drag that filthy brute out of here! ”

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency! Please, please! Seeing that the guards were really going to rob him, Raff almost prostrate himself on the ground, begging for mercy while trying to protect the little one who was trembling with fear in his arms.

"Fuck off! Damn old guys! "However, where can he fight the guards, even if he tries his best, he will only be kicked over.

The little guy was pinched by his head and pulled out of his arms roughly, the huge power from the guards, making the little guy wail and hiss in pain, the only remaining three little legs kicked helplessly, and the bulging little eyes were full of the deepest fear of the world.

"Are you really going to kill them all?!" The little one's painful wails hit Raff's heart again and again, and his tone was full of helplessness and indignation that he had been forced to a dead end.

"Hmph, damn old fellow, it's already an extrajudicial favor to keep you alive, you don't want to toast or eat and drink! Do it, kill this brute! The captain waved his hand.

The guards immediately increased their strength, and the poor little guy suddenly let out an even more terrible scream, perhaps not satisfied with the mere killing, the guards seemed to be enjoying the perverted pleasure brought by this torture.

"You brutes, you don't have to die well!" Raff screamed frantically, but his crippled feet, even with all his might, could only watch the guards who had tortured the little one farther and farther away.

"Hmph, don't worry, old fellow, do you think the tolerance of adults is unlimited? The next one will soon be your turn. The captain sneered, and in the depths of the night, with the little one's painful wail, he let Raff chase after him frantically, and drifted away.

But the next moment, when the captain turned his head, he found that there was a figure standing in front of him at some point, and this figure was so close to him that he almost bumped into it without checking for a while.

"Bastard! Don't you have eyes? Tonight's curfew, do you dare to stop the city guard patrol? ”

"City Guard?" The figure that suddenly appeared first repeated the name he had never heard before, and then continued to speak lightly, "I don't care what you are, put that dog down for me." ”

"What?" At first, the captain thought that he had misheard, but he reacted halfway, and it turned out that he had not heard it wrong.

"You mean the little brute?" The captain defiantly pinched the puppy from the team's hand and choked it by the throat in front of the shadow, "If I kill him now, what can you do to me?" ”

Everyone could feel that the air suddenly became colder at this moment, and then a beam of light skipped through the air, it was a black light, which merged with the dark night.

The shadow snatched a severed hand away from the puppy's neck in disgust, and then carefully held the shivering one in his arms.

"You keep trying, this time it's your hand, maybe next time."

The captain let out a terrible scream, and the pain of the severed hand made his expression as hideous as a demon, "You dare to hurt me? How dare you hurt me? We are Lord Yang Feng's personal guards, how dare you hurt me? You are killing yourself, and no one can save you! Up, on! Kill him for me! Immediately! He rolled all over the ground.

"Yang Feng? I see, only someone like him would choose a group of wastes like you as personal guards. With a disdainful snort, the shadow showed no fear.

"Look for death!" The captain roared, and his guards rushed up at the same time.

"Art, kill them." Coldly gave the order, and the black shadow that was still in front of everyone one moment ago, the next one flashed behind everyone.

Then another dark shadow emerged, followed by the screams and wails of the guards.

The shadow slowly approached Raff, ignoring the stench emanating from his body, and put the shivering little one back into his arms.

Raff looked at the person in front of him fixedly, and at such a close distance, he finally saw the face of the person who came, and this glance made him stand on the spot, and he could no longer take his eyes off it.

"Doctor, do you remember me? Number DA-7C-001, I'm back. (To be continued.) )