Sixteen months later.

"So you have to go to your unit to go through the departure procedures and discharge certificate, then hand over your equipment and confidentiality agreement, and then implant the decommissioning management beacon. You will then need to go to the decommissioning office to swipe your decommissioning management beacon so that you can get the online file of your citizenship document and download the management permit from the decommissioning office. You will then be able to go to the Civil Affairs Office to print your federal citizenship card. That's when you're truly retired! Then you can become a glorious citizen of the Union! The rabbit-eared little girl at the front desk shook her head and said, and the two rabbit ears shook her head with her head, which was also very cute.

This is also the current trend of the Federation, with the development of nanotechnology and biochemical technology, this also makes the rabbit ears and dog ears that once fascinated people really come alive in front of people.

The downside is that you can't pinch other people's ears casually anymore during Comic Con.

Yes, the Federation still has Comic-Con now.

But Sam? Fisher was not in the mood to be in the budding state of the rabbit-eared little girl, he only felt that the federal government agencies were too large and bloated, and there was nothing to love for a while.

"That'...... I'm also a federal officer, can't I be treated a little favorably? Fisher looked at the rabbit-eared girl shaking her head in amazement, but her eyes were really out of focus and blank.

"Huh!?" The little girl with rabbit ears was stunned, her two long ears were upturned and folded, and she tilted her head to look at the young man in front of her, who had a delicate face, a medium build, and was wearing a federal military uniform, and the epaulettes on it showed that he was an ordinary lieutenant. is in his early 20s, and he is only a lieutenant, not like a military academy graduate who still has to go through the retirement procedures himself. The rabbit-eared little sister feels that she has seen through this guy who is a soldier, and it doesn't look like there is a backstage. Well, let's paddle.

"No, this is the rule, you're a federal officer, you must be able to understand, don't you think you're like this in the army......" The rabbit-eared little sister shook her head again, and explained like a river, although it was just to prevent herself from running errands, so she had to trouble the little brother in front of her. Isn't it just a waste of saliva, it's okay, help me up, I can still talk. The rabbit-eared little girl flickered in front of her while secretly cheering herself up.

"That'...... Is there a job arrangement for retirement? Fisher quietly listened to the rabbit-eared little girl tilting her head and talking to herself about the importance of rules and order, until the rabbit-eared little girl couldn't help but take a breath and drink water, and then asked cautiously.

"Huh?!" The rabbit-eared little girl's originally soft ears suddenly straightened, and she looked at him in disbelief.

Fisher wanted to blush a little, but let him force it down. "Didn't you?"

"This ...... There is no precedent for this...... "The rabbit-eared girl is still in the shock of the brazenness of the comer, which is comparable to the upside-down cheeks of the city wall.

"I'm also a federal officer, can't I have some preferential treatment?" Fisher looked dumbfounded, and then looked pained, as if he deeply regretted the Union, and felt that his military career was not worthwhile, full of doubts about life, and full of confusion about the future.

Oops, why do I think so much! This person must be an actor, yes! It must be so! The rabbit-eared girl didn't know how to answer him at all.

"So, really, is there really no preferential treatment?"

“……”

"Thank you for visiting and have a nice day. Finally, please comment on my consulting service: A. Satisfied B. Average C. Dissatisfied. "I feel that I have spent a lot of words, and the rabbit-eared girl at the front desk finally survived to the end of this consulting service.

Fisher looked at her silently, looking at her.

The rabbit-eared girl is a little square. Hey, he won't give me a bad review, what should I do, how can I explain it to the supervisor. Woo woo, I finally got this job. Who doesn't know that humans with heterogeneous implants (such as rabbit ears) are not easy to find a job for. What to do? She couldn't help but lean down, burying half of her face under the table, her two usual rabbit ears hanging behind her ears, her eyes sparkling and weeping.

Fisher didn't look at her, just quietly pressed the evaluation button.

A.

The rabbit-eared little sister was stunned.

While the rabbit-eared girl was still surprised, Fisher stood up, picked up his briefcase, and turned to walk away. After taking two steps, he stood still and glanced back at the rabbit-eared little girl slightly.

The rabbit-eared little girl was still in a daze, faintly feeling his gaze, but did not react.

"Consult, he's been dominating for so long, what kind of person is it." The latecomer took the numbering slip, glanced back at Filscher, who was pushing the door out, and whispered a broken thought. He didn't have the courage to say it to Fisher's face, just as Fisher wouldn't stop even if he heard him. Then he took the number strip and squeezed his bloated body into the standard chair opposite the rabbit-eared little girl with a look of pig brotherhood. looked at the bulging chest of the rabbit-eared little girl with burning eyes, and looked like saliva was about to fall.

The rabbit-eared little sister is also used to seeing it, she is even a little grateful for the glass in front of the table, if it is not for the glass of this layer of glass, it is really a little troublesome to face such inquirers every day.

Hey, she suddenly remembered that the handsome officer guy from before seemed to be aiming at this place in the end.

Thinking of this, her face turned red inexplicably.

Accompanied by the swallowing sound of the pig brother opposite.

Fisher, who had left the consultation point, looked up at the sky, the sun was overhead, a little dazzling, he squinted, and there was a grunt in his belly.

He walked to the street vendor, bought a burger, Thousand Island sauce, and walked along the road to the street park at the intersection, where he sat on an empty bench.

Many leisurely people walk in the park, bask in the sun on the lawn, and the little ones run around happily with innocent smiles on their faces or fly kites accompanied by their parents.

Fisher bathed in the warm spring breeze, leaned lazily on the back of his chair, looking at these carefree people, his eyes were half-squinted, as if he was asleep, and his heart was at peace.

Maybe this is all that people like themselves have paid in exchange for everything. It's worth it, too. He thought of the price, and couldn't help but think of that scene sixteen months ago, on the last day of his shift. I couldn't help but frown.

A team of four, one dead and three seriously wounded.

All he remembered was a directional plasma bomb tearing through the wall and devouring the old man with a warm smile on his face.

When he woke up, he had lost an arm and had severe burns all over his body.

Luckily, medical care has reached a whole new level, otherwise he might be like the broken anime character Deadpool, but he doesn't have a pretty girlfriend who is willing to accept his crater face.

But he also had to undergo rehabilitation for the next 42 days, with only four hours a day to move freely out of the medical cabin. said that it was free activity, but for Felsher at that time, it was just a change of place to lie down honestly.

The medical pod heals the wounds on the body, but the heart is forever devastated and devastated forever.

At one point, the explosion took away part of Fisher's memories, and took away one of his arms forever. His left hand now is a general-purpose BB-21 robotic arm, a bargain, with a layer of bionic skin on it. Although it is already more powerful than his original flesh and blood, and he is more stable in raising a gun, it is not his own after all.

However, Fisher, who has always been heartless and optimistic, still implanted the starting port of the scapula of the robotic arm, and asked the staff who helped him to implant a robotic arm with a lighter when he was implanting it.

After all, researchers are still human beings, especially those researchers who have been around Fisher, who have been around him, who have been rehabilitated by him, watched him gradually return to normal from a rag doll, from amnesia to memory recovery, and finally were moved by this optimistic little officer, as if they saw a child who was spoiled with him, agreed to his request, and quietly loaded him with a small compound toolbox. Of course, all this cannot be concealed by the surveillance of the military.

However, the military is not like researchers, individuals can be conscious, but the military is not conscious. Without consciousness, there will naturally be no feelings.

On the second day of the robotic arm, Sam? Fisher began to undergo a six-month interrogation and ...... Torture.

There is no doubt that the heavy loss suffered by the mission sixteen months ago was unintentionally leaked by a mole. Fisher, who arrived at the rendezvous point at the end, became the biggest and first suspect.

It was during those dark days that Fisher met Angela? Zeigler. It was a blonde beauty with the mantra "Sister Doctor is here" who tied her blonde hair into a single ponytail while part of her forehead was pulled out by her to form a diagonal bangs that covered part of her right cheek. Her face is dignified and Ruili, a mixture of nobility and approachability, with the temperament of a true angel in white, worthy of her name Angela.

Angela was one of Fisher's paramedics at the time, but she was the only one who stayed with Fisher at all times. In those months, whether it was Fisher who accompanied Fisher who recovered in the water tank, or Fisher who was lying in bed with amnesia, or Fisher who saw Fisher lighting a fire with her new arm for the first time, she was by Fisher's side all the way, quiet and sweet.

Including the recovery after being tortured, Angela is also responsible for it.

If it weren't for Angela, Fisher might not have had the ability to hold on.

But that's not the only takeaway.

Fisher was an "A.S.S." The patient, of course, is not that he has snow locally, but that he is an acquired scholar with syndrome. Perhaps the only good outcome of that explosion - other than killing people on the spot. The probability of this happening is the same as it was more than a decade ago, and even lower, about 1 in 200 million. That is to say, the whole federation now, counting the lunar colonies and various asteroid sites, is about 200 people.

As for the Empire, it's not too much.

Acquired scholar syndrome unexpectedly did not deprive Fisher of his already broken functions, but gave him a completely new ability.

This is similar to the psychological concept of "extraction", allowing Fisher to observe himself from the perspective of a third party through perception. It's like being in a third-person game, and the protagonist is really being controlled by himself.

It was a very strange feeling, and the first appearance of this ability came two weeks after the torture began, when he was subjected to waterboarding, an uncontrollable struggle, a reflex of the body itself, and independent of the will. Every time he was covered with a towel and watered, Fisher would grit his teeth, coughing and spitting it out, which was absorbed by the towel and then flowing into his mouth again to choke on the trachea, while secretly cursing in his heart, wanting to see the distorted face of the person who tortured him.

Although he also knew that the other party was wearing a mask.

That's how it happened, perhaps because of Fisher's strong emotional resonance at the time, and it just happened.

As if his soul had left his body, Fisher saw himself struggling on the torture bed with an electromagnetic lock, he could feel himself coughing and choking, some of the liquid flowing from the wet towel into the prison uniform that he didn't know was wet with water or sweat, his limbs were spasming and firmly controlled, the friction between his wrists and ankles and the electromagnetic locks, and the slight irritation caused by the peeling skin caused by the friction.

However, watching myself being tortured in this way, with the stimulation of the senses, the pain was reduced. Although there is also a collision of sight and touch, it also makes Fisher less afraid of the unknown darkness, which is deeply buried in the DNA of human beings. This makes it psychologically easier for Fisher to accept.

But of course, he will not accept the reality of his own execution.

So he saw the man in the face mask, and his hand carrying a bucket to pour water into the towel on his face, and the tattoo on his wrist.

Watching himself tortured, Fisher lived through his first experience of his new abilities.

Then, clumsily using his new abilities to pass the time, he went from left foot to right foot until he was able to brush his teeth proficiently. Receiving Angela's treatment, looking at Angela's sympathetic expression and tearful eyes, smiling and comforting her, the identities of the two seem to be reversed, but it does not affect the gradual approach of the two.

Then one day Angela was transferred, and it was a taciturn male medic officer, just like other unconscious iron-blooded machines, he and Fisher had no superfluous communication, just came, treated, registered, and left.

Life is even worse without Angela. But fortunately, Fisher had already put her in his heart, thinking of her, warming his dark and lonely time.

"Young man, is there anyone here?" A slightly old and spirited, benevolent and majestic voice pulled Fisher back from his memories.

Fisher shook his head, untracedly loosened his fists that had been clenched on his legs, picked up the handbag and military hat that had been placed on the chair, put the handbag on the ground, leaned on the bench legs, put the military hat on his lap, and closed his hands gently as if holding the military cap.

Fisher turned his head and didn't look at the old man, because the second perspective had allowed him to see all the parts of the old man that he could see, from several different angles, from the top of his head, in front of him, behind his back, and even the sole of his left leg that was exposed after sitting down and cocking his legs.

However, it is useless, and Fisher, who is accustomed to finding clues from a first-person perspective, has not yet learned how to use the third person to investigate reasonably.

"Then let's get straight to the point and be honest with each other!" The old man turned his head with a smile, he had a Chinese face, and the years had carved a lot of marks, but they couldn't erase the bright light in his eyes.

"Hah!" Fisher stood up with a spirit, and pointed to the old man's still smiling face. He always felt that there was something wrong with the old man's words, for fear that the other party would suddenly untie his belt and be honest with a man.

"Sit down, sit down. As a federal officer, it's not appropriate to make such a fuss, right? The old man waved his hand. At this moment, Fisher was moved to tears, and someone finally recognized his status as a federal officer. Although he is an "inexplicable ♂" old man.

"Sit down, young man, be calm." The old man waved his hand again.

Fisher saw the red dot on the back of the old man's hand flash away, and he remained silent, but he had infinite calculations in his heart.

"Sit down, sit down, I think you saw that too." The old man bowed his hand again.

The red dot that appeared this time was stable on the back of Fisher's hand.

Fisher's fingers pointing at the other man's forehead slowly pointed to the old man's nose, and the red dot remained steady in the center of the back of his hand, without any change. Fisher, who noticed this, moved his arms up and down playfully, and the red dot seemed to follow Fisher's movements as if they were on the move. Then Fisher suddenly lowered his arm and hid the back of his hand behind his chair, and the red dot disappeared.

But that's because it's obscured by the back of the chair. In the second view, Fisher saw the red dot linger slightly on the back of the chair. He got what he wanted. He jerked his head and glared into the distance.

"It seems that your subordinate is a child, young and vigorous. I guess it's probably a little girl. Fisher sat down slowly.

The old man was helpless.

The red dot flashed a few times in Fisher's eyes.

Fisher turned his head slowly until the red dot could no longer flash his eyes. But with the help of a second vision, he caught the moment the red dot came out of his eyeball. Once again, he got what he wanted.

"It's on the 26th floor of the Campbell Building, counting from left to right, the seventh room, right?" He looked at the old man and said slowly.

The old man smiled appreciatively.

"That's a far cry from a good fighter, isn't it? If I were you, I would definitely practice this little guy a lot when I went back. After saying this, the red dot flashed into Fisher's eyes. It seems to be venting his grievances.

"Hey, hey, I'll talk about this kind of thing when I get back. I'm here today for something else. The old man smiled and took out a file bag, and the moment the document was pulled out, Fisher had already seen the contents of the document through a second vision.

"Sam? Fisher, Federal Lieutenant, Security Officer at the Federal Embassy in the Imperial Delir Region, code name, code name 'Little Shabi', hey...... See for yourself the rest, right? The old man couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw the code name column, and handed Fisher a stack of papers.

"Don't pretend you haven't seen it before." Fisher took the file and complained, "So you, or did you investigate me?" ”

"What, do you have an opinion? What can you do? The old man asked, looking at his face with interest.

Fisher glanced at the papers, turned his head to look at the old man seriously, and said, "Then can you tell me how old I was before I didn't wet the bed?" ”

"Huh?" The old man's indifferent face finally showed a trace of astonishment.

"Doesn't it seem like your investigation is as thorough as you think?" Fisher returned the document to the old man, spread his hands out, and made an indifferent expression, and the mockery was full of firepower.

The old man pursed his lips, faced him, took out a notepad, turned a blank page, took out a pen from his bosom, and wrote a few words on the paper.

Fisher couldn't see what was on the paper because of the angle, but it didn't matter, the second perspective instantly allowed him to see the old man's handwriting. These words made his pupils dilate.

The old man saw Fisher's performance and nodded in satisfaction.

Fisher bowed his head slightly and said softly, "Then you have to think clearly." ”

The old man clapped his hands, as if to pat off the dust that did not exist on his hands, and stood up, "Then you will receive the news later, come along, at the latest at five o'clock in the afternoon." Good day, we'll see you later. ”

Then turn around and get ready to walk away.

Fisher silently took out his phone and threw it in the trash.

The old man froze and stood with his back to Fisher. Through the second vision, Fisher could easily see the twitching skin on his face.

The old man seemed to have adjusted his mood, and turned his head to show a Mimi smiling expression, like an old fox who had always been an old fox, although it was an old fox with a very square face. "And Sam, when did you stop wetting the bed?"

As soon as the words fell, Fisher raised his head to meet his gaze: "Still wetting the bed!" ”

This time, the old man could no longer control his expression, and his whole face twitched like a passing wave. He rolled his eyes uncharacteristically, and walked away.

Fisher still sat on the bench, and several thoughts passed through his mind.

"Doot, doot, doot, dood, doodle." There was a string of noises in the bag. Fisher pulls out his optical intercom, a new type of mobile phone that will be launched on the civilian market, which is made up of two long strips of metal with a silver glow when not unfolded, and when unfolded, a light screen is created between the two strips of metal to serve as a means of communication.

For now, this is still a confidential military technology, using special frequency bands, and the base stations in the civilian market have no way to access them for the time being. Since he has not been officially retired for the time being, his standard equipment has not yet been handed in. Although weapons and so on could not be kept with them, some small things were kept.

"68 Shepherd's Road." He was relieved to see the news. Before, the old man wrote a name on the paper: Angela? Zeigler. However, the news came from the military terminal, and it seems unlikely that the ticket will be torn up.

He swore and stood up, patted the crumbs of bread that had fallen off his leg from nibbling on a hamburger from a previous reminiscence, and lifted the lid of the trash can next to him to pick up his own mobile phone that he had just thrown into the trash can.