In the deepest part of the base, two young men are locked in a quarantine cell, they are a pair of siblings who have just arrived in the United States from Europe, and for some reason they are noticed and then caught and brought here by unknown people. [

Originally, they were going to be transferred, but now the situation surprised everyone, and for some reason, the heavily guarded guards ran out one after another, and after a while of noisy noise outside, all of them returned to peace. There was only one unhurried footstep coming from far and near, and when the man outside walked outside the isolation room, he stopped for a few seconds, and suddenly a wind sounded, and the locked door shook, and then the man turned and left.

"Guess what's going to happen?" The younger brother asked his sister a little uneasily, this is a young man with silver, his originally cheerful and optimistic face was wrinkled with annoyance because of this series of events, and his mind was full of doubts.

"I don't know." The older sister, who had beautiful brown hair and a beautiful face, couldn't make up her mind, she looked at the door and felt something, so she asked her younger brother to get up. "Pietro, the door seems to be open, shall we go out and see."

So the two siblings came out cautiously, and there was a mess outside, almost frightening them to hide back.

There was blood everywhere on the ground, the neatly laid out equipment was staggered by the "corpses" that had fallen on it, and the militants who looked like dead men had a red scar on their heads and necks, and on the surface they looked like large wounds, but on closer inspection, they were not life-threatening - the man outside had only knocked them unconscious.

This made the two young men feel a little better, they were not staying in a huge concrete coffin littered with dead bodies, but in this way, they must now do their best to get out, otherwise these suffering fellows will probably lock themselves up again once they recover.

"The United States is so dangerous, let's hurry away." Silver's Pietro shouted, holding his sister's shoulders and disappearing from the depths of the base in an instant.

When they reappear. They had already arrived outside the base gate, and now there was no one outside except for a few sentries who had fainted, and it was as if the person had never appeared, and they hadn't even seen each other.

The sister closed her eyes for a moment and pointed to the opposite cliff, where Pietro and her sister rushed up a hundred feet at a very high level, where it was already empty, and his sister would sense the man's whereabouts again.

They could have left on their own. But the two siblings crossed the sea with good expectations, but were frightened by the cruel reality, so the "good Samaritan" who had never met became their only hope, and under the guidance of his sister, Silver Pietro tracked down all the way, and finally when they were about to leave the Adirondack Mountains, the good Samaritan appeared on a remote ridge.

The gentleman was standing alone in front of a huge wireless tower, looking up at something. The tower is about 2oo feet tall and is hot-dip galvanized for corrosion protection. It is not afraid of wind and lightning strikes, but the base is already covered with moss, and under the action of the wind, dust is covered with layers of dust on its metal surface. Occasionally, some grass seeds fall into the soft dust, and after being exposed to the wind and sun, the weeds take root and sprout on them, passing down from generation to generation. I don't know how long it has been, but the huge signal tower is still standing strong. Waiting to be seen one day.

"Sir, is there anything up there?" Pietro and his sister looked up for a moment, but nothing came to sight.

"Oh. I'm just remembering its glorious history. The gentleman was still staring intently upward, as if he were not at all surprised that he had met two men in this deserted mountain. This is one of the remnants of the Roosevelt era, in that dark era in order to provide economic vitality and reduce unemployment, the government provided funds to build useful works, this huge signal tower is an integral part of the wireless communication network that crosses the United States and connects the two oceans, it and its brothers used to be in every corner of the country, during their busiest time, countless signals relay from here every day, they are like naughty tadpoles, here gently settled, and then flew to the next station, When they reach the hands of those who understand them, they are reduced to words or sentences, so that the original purpose is achieved. ”

"Now, I don't think it's doing well." Pietro looked at the slippery patches of moss, which had turned their base a deep green, and unknown vines climbed on them, occasionally producing a small red or white flower.

"That's because it's outdated. The new technology triumphed over the old technology, and these towers were originally designed to last for more than a hundred years, but in just thirty years, the exhibition of technology threw it back to the old era. From the launch of the first communications satellite, their mission came to an end, and soon these expensive wireless towers were abandoned, especially these remote ones, even if they were actually very durable, but they had fallen to the point where even dismantling and scrapping them could not cover the cost. The change is so rapid that humans are in their golden age at the age of thirty, and they are already called waste just after their thirtieth birthday. ”

The man spoke, patting the massive steel structure, and as a faint cloud of dust was swept away by the wind, the hoarse hum of metal resounded on the ridge.

"So what is the purpose of looking at it, since it is abandoned and cannot be dismantled?" Petro asked, puzzled, he had thought it was a hero who fought crime, but now he felt as if he were a knowledgeable scholar.

The corners of Mr. Scholar's lips were slightly raised, and his smile was very infectious, like a constantly blooming sunflower gradually showing on his face, making the people around him feel warm.

"I just found a new use for it."

***

When Eric found the new toy, Doom finally solved his problem, the metal creature was taken out by Lanser, and as soon as it left its abdominal cavity, a sharp sound sounded, as if it was afraid of the cold outside, insisting on returning to its warm stomach, Doom screamed and told Lancer to throw it out, he intended to throw it into a sealed solid jar, but the thing really seemed to have some intelligence, it turned in mid-air, and landed on the other side of the container with a bounce.

"Grab it." Doom cried out in pain, the wound on his stomach had not yet been stitched up, but it was stiffened by the tenacious vitality of the mutation, and he found the large stapler that had been prepared, and pressed it down on the wound like a thick book, snorting with each press. After more than two dozen times, his belly finally closed again, wiping the sweat from his head, and Doom couldn't help but feel the urge to clap his hands for his courage and perseverance.

At this time, Lancer had not yet caught the little thing, not because he was slow, but because his opponent was too nimble, like a silver house mouse, or a tiny flying snake, as fast as it could move between the furniture, no matter how fast Lancer moved, it was always a beat slower.

Soon, Doom's apartment was in ruins.

During this time, Dom had tried to stop Lancer, and he didn't plan to stay here any longer since the danger had been lifted, so there was no need to make too much of a mess, but Ranther ignored the call of the kind-hearted countryman and searched with all his might, not hesitating to tear down anything that stood in his way. This is not due to the paranoia in his personality, but a strange voice whispering to the liquid metal life, what a dangerous existence this little silver, very similar to his own essence, is, not that its power is like Eric's right to restrain itself, but that the essence of the two beings is in some way completely identical, and this extreme similarity is the greatest obstacle to him becoming a unique and complete lifeform. Lancer believed the voice in his heart, and he tried to catch it and kill it.

Dum couldn't understand the countryman's mind at all, he looked at the madness in the room in amazement, but still thought it was the after-effects of the radiation, until the shouts outside came, and he came down from the table with all his discomfort, and someone was banging on the door desperately, it must be the downstairs neighbor who was angry and angry.

Sure enough, as soon as Doom opened the door, the man yelled, this was a strong man, his wife was eight months pregnant, waiting to give birth, and now she was disturbed by the movement upstairs and couldn't sleep. Under the gentle persuasion of his wife, the strong man endured it for five minutes, but the incessant noise made him unable to tolerate it any longer, so he rushed upstairs to have a good chat with Doom.

Although Doom had a bad temper, he was not a random person, and he managed to persuade the other party to agree not to pursue it, and at that moment the little silver thing had a chance to rush out through the open door, and Lancer threw down a bookcase behind him, and chased after him with a dusty wolf bèi.

"That's enough, Lancer!" Doom shouted. "Let it go, don't chase it anymore."

The strong man was about to leave, when he heard this loud noise, so he could no longer suppress his anger and threatened to call the police.

Dum was helpless to persuade him, he just turned his head, a slender and sharp bright silver cone stretched out from behind him, all the way to the strong man's eye sockets, the brown-black pupils were punctured, and the black liquid poured into the whites of his eyes, with the thin blood streaks flowing down the strong man's convulsive cheeks.

Doom stammered, and he looked at the long cone that had been conjured by his fingers, and at the end of it, Lancer's cold, merciless face appeared before him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Doom roared under his breath, and he suddenly felt like he was looking at the wrong person.

Lancer didn't answer, the little thing had already run away, and now it was too late to track it, he watched as Doom dragged the body in, and then drove downstairs, slowly walking behind himself.

In the corner of his heart, where no one could appear, a green shadow laughed maniacally. (To be continued!)

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