MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 111

In the dark basement, the pale and dim light flickered from time to time, and it seemed that there was some poor contact. The black-haired boy twitched his fingers for a while, but he didn't move after that. All the weight, with his back against the wall, his toes touching the ground.

He is already awake and is quietly observing the environment he is in at this time. After all, when someone just killed the target, he suddenly lost consciousness. If he wakes up and is in a strange environment, he should be vigilant and cautious.

This is the thought of several people watching the scene through the screen. However, in reality, the boy whose face was covered by the falling strands of hair showed a rather strange expression.

Mr. A has also encountered drugs or other means to control his condition, but usually at this time, the other one will knock on the system, just like he backstabbed Anshi Tou before, and he will wake up soon. come over.

This time Qiu Zeyao was in a coma and couldn't support off-site. He was actually more cautious than before, and was prepared to call for foreign aid in case of any accident. However, when the task is successful, it is inevitable to relax and fail to respond in time.

His communication with the system is getting less and less, not because the relationship has deteriorated or something, but because the system has become less active. After the initial period of time, after Mr. A got used to it, the other party gradually disappeared. presence.

Although he still responds immediately when he is called, A-Jun can feel that the other party has almost no fluctuations in his mind, or soul, except for those times, as if he is dormant.

He can also pass through the control room of the system's transfer station, and call the auxiliary function without even a nominal fee.

The system only wakes up when he actively speaks and buys props, producing enough data fluctuations to be perceived by him.

Mr. A guesses that the other party is unaware of the outside world when he is dormant. Although it is not clear why the system is slowing down.

But he actually feels pretty good, after all, no one wants all of his life to be exposed to other things, so he is quite happy to see it.

So he hesitated before, and finally didn't ask the system to stare at him - as long as you are cautious, it shouldn't be a problem, and this time it may not happen that kind of situation - so I set a flag for myself.

However, the reason why he had a weird expression was not actually a flag.

Mr. A finally raised his head and moved a little, and he could feel the dull pain obviously coming from all over the body. The large and small wounds were unevenly distributed on this body. It's not necessarily in a good state, most of the injuries are from his own hands.

He actually knew how the injury was, but at the moment he pretended to check it, and then looked around, as if he felt the strangeness of being peeped. But it's hard to tell where the camera is in dim light.

Next, a guard with a key should come in, sending him information and warmth.

Mr. A moved his stiff body to prevent an embarrassing situation where he couldn't even lift his legs due to paralysis of his limbs.

The door was quickly opened, and a tall and thin man walked in. His eyes were sunken and his face was haggard. He was abnormally thin, and he was probably an addict. He scolded and reluctantly while opening the door. live.

He came by himself, and Jun A's eyes lit up slightly.

The first time they saw each other, they both felt great.

The tall and thin man saw that there was a small boy inside, with a slender body and injuries. Judging from the tattered appearance of his clothes, it was estimated that it was not light. He was afraid that he couldn't lift his legs, so he didn't have to worry about being unable to control it. The situation happened.

Mr. A also felt that his situation was not very good, so the person who seemed to be a bad guy from China and foreign countries breathed a sigh of relief and felt that this time it was stable.

The tall and thin man stepped forward, not in a hurry to spray the medicine, and first stretched out his hands and pinched the sides of the other's chin and raised his face to take a look.

The boy's face was still stained with dried blood, his face was as pale as paper, and a few smears of dark red fell on it, which was especially obvious. He was forced to raise his head, half-open his eyes, and a pair of clear gray pupils looked forward without focus. The face still looks like a student. The child who should live in an ivory tower without any worries has experienced inhuman torture. At this moment, it looks like a broken puppet. Good for arousing **** in people.

The tall and thin man rolled his Adam's apple and looked back, the door was empty, and he was the only one here.

He was about to turn his head when a gust of wind suddenly blew in his ears, and then something wrapped around his throat, and there was a click, and before he could react, he lost consciousness.

His corpse was dragged down against the wall, Jun A let go of his legs, his eyebrows twitched, and he almost grinned.

it hurts...

Not long ago, he bought a pain-blocking prop for the first time, because that kind of medicine that can make people hyperalgesia is really not something that ordinary people can bear. Now the time of the props has expired. But the potion seems to have a little residue, just at the limit of tolerable.

Mr. A twitched the corners of his mouth and pulled out the key from the waist of the corpse, handed it to his hand with skill, quickly opened the shackles, and walked around the small basement a few times, but no camera was found.

But there must be, not only the feeling of being watched, but also because he has heard the arrangements of those people before.

He quickly left the basement.

There was another person on the ground. He didn't look like a good person, but his physique was stronger than the guy before.

Mr. A held his breath, passed silently from the back, and knocked the person to the ground when he was not prepared, and the knife he touched from the tall and thin man touched the opponent's neck.

"I'm asking you to tell me, otherwise I'll die." He tried to breathe as smoothly as possible, but his words were still out of breath, and his dry, hoarse voice felt harsh.

The man's eyes rolled around, but his joints were countered, and this posture was even more useless, so he had to nod his head in order to save his life.

He is involved in human trafficking, but not all of it. The human trafficker is strictly a part-time job of him, dealing with valuable goods, and his main business is smuggling arms and firearms.

Mr. A has learned the intelligence of the mission target before, and naturally knows that this arms is under the target of Bit Wine.

So it was Bitjiu who wanted to sell him. This development is actually quite reasonable. Not long ago, he was subjected to pure abuse by Bitjiu, who was almost assassinated. It's not incomprehensible that he sold it to some guy with a perverted hobby.

If I remember correctly, it should be...

He found the phone from the second body, unlocked it with his fingerprints, and sent an email to an address he knew by heart.

He received the reply letter while driving. Mr. A held the steering wheel in one hand and glanced at the content.

At this moment, nearly three days have passed since the task was released. The work has not been completed, and the two-day deadline is naturally impossible to talk about. He reported to the Boss that the information he should know has already happened, and promised that it will be done next time, and the other party replied. , the task is canceled.

Bit wine is now their good partner again.

and then?

Then there is no such thing. As for the subordinates who worked for him in life and death, they were maliciously abused by good partners and almost sold, and there is no indication that a loyal dog will be wronged.

What's more, his ghost doesn't seem to be very loyal, but Boss still stands firm on Bit Wine's side.

Good guy, you are the one who wants to kill him, and you are the one who defends him.

Mr. A threw the phone out of the window, and the fuselage was run over mercilessly by tires.

He didn't repair the wound because it might be used later.

He now knows that Bit Wine has never been betrayed in the first place. The other party has always been the boss's person, and this time it's just a game set up by the boss.

Because he lived too long, the plan failed, he died, the plan succeeded, and he was about to embark on the road of becoming Rum's true henchman.

He never thought that one day he would be able to experience the feeling of being a three-faced spy.

Mr. A himself knows how much he weighs, and all his victories are made by his injuries and life.

But other people don't think so. In the eyes of others, his strength is unfathomable. His level has been upgraded from cold weapons to nuclear weapons step by step. The guy who issued orders from the top finally lost the confidence to master him. No one thought that he would live to this day.

Rum didn't, and the boss who released the mission didn't.

Rum wants to give this organization a powerful medicine for the long-term stagnation, and the ghost plan was born from this. It is not easy to convince the old boss with a rusty brain. The first ghost candidate It's very important, it just happened that Mr. A came into his eyes.

When choosing this person, it was actually no different from a death sentence. Knowing that the other party would die soon, he would condone all kinds of things, so there was the misunderstanding of Rum's confidant.

However, day after day passed, the dead man was alive and well, and the opponent's ability exceeded his expectations. It didn't matter what happened to the Boss → This is a talent for saving → What the **** is this guy's mental journey, and Rum also experienced Peace of mind has to be sacrificed → This seems to be a talent, but now it belongs to someone else and I start to regret it → The emotional change that he is not dead yet.

It is impossible to say that he is not tempted to recruit, but he does not have much contact with Mr. A, and he knows very little about Mr. A.

After all, no one goes out of their way to understand the dead. So he didn't contact A Jun rashly, after all, the other party was essentially someone under Boss's hands.

In case this person turns his head and makes a whistleblower, making Boss aware of his desire to rebel would not be worth the harm.

Yes, rebel.

No matter how good the second-in-command is, it is not as good as the first-in-command.

Rum is so active in cleaning up the waste of the organization. On the one hand, it means to make the organization stronger and stronger. On the other hand, it is also because most of those worms are old people. When they die, fresh blood can flow in continuously, enriching them. increase his power.

And Boss is not ignorant of this, he suspects that Rum intends to seize power. But the performance of the other party was beyond reproach, and the placement of the eyeliner was not smooth. One time when I was having a headache, I suddenly thought of Mr. A.

"He's awake!"

In front of the screen, several men and women in white coats immediately looked at the picture above.

"Where did you wake up?"

"Strange...he really moved just now."

When the boy raised his head, several white coats made a wow sound, "So he was observing the situation just now. He was very vigilant, and his judgment and thinking skills were intact... So far, it seems that there are no adverse reactions."

"Don't be too happy. There have been a few similar cases before. Their problem lies in memory, which cannot be found through basic examinations, and must be returned to normal life to be reflected."

"Uh…"

"The brain is a mysterious field, and the spiritual world is as complex as a spider's web. A single strand can affect the whole body."

His cheeks were slightly red, and he smiled excitedly, "The memory palace is precise and loose, as long as the first two are not wrong, the rest is just a matter of probability."

As long as the faulty memory doesn't interfere with the end goal, their first success comes.

that is…

Mr. A looked at the stars in the distant sky, and thought about it endlessly while driving.

If you pretend to forget Amuro Toru, can you deceive the other party?

Anyway, he didn't know where his cell phone went, so he might as well take the opportunity to change his cell phone number and hide from the other party.

But Akizawa is still there.

So say it! Obviously this is the world of science, right? Do normal people think that two people are actually the same person?

Is Toru Amuro a bug?