Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy:
Due to the contract signed between you and our company (see the document for details), the task assigned to you is about to begin. The node has been observed. You will rush to the observation location at 14:00 for calibration, and the door key has been automatically updated. Please keep in mind the confidentiality we have told you and regulate all processes correctly. At the same time, we must reiterate that unnecessary behavior will be paid. If the final result is not corrected on the right path, you will bear unacceptable consequences.
Department of Mysteries, British Ministry of Magic
After Harry and Draco got up, they put their heads together and read the document that had been updated early in the morning again, and then had to separate to pack their bags.
"I guess Uncle Erik made a big move this time," Harry thought quickly, realizing that the update on this mission must be related to the Erik they met at night, "It seems they have already started to take action - And the results are either very rewarding or very costly.”
"Yeah, that's too bad," Draco said with a grimace, "I have no doubt this will be a chaotic scene."
"I have to go and say it first. We don't know when we will be back." Harry sighed, "I originally wanted to spend more time with Charles."
"He is an adult," Draco couldn't see his crestfallen look and poked his shoulder, "You should believe that your father can survive this. You have inexplicable pity and distrust for others again!"
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong," Harry knew that this was another flashpoint for Draco, and he quickly ran out the door to ensure that the issue would not be pursued further, "I'll go see Dad and tell them again. Shout! Also, what time is it now and how much time do we have left?"
"Twenty minutes left," Draco looked at his watch and immediately frowned. It was all Erik's fault. They had spent the morning sleeping. "You have to go and get back quickly!"
Harry yelled 'I know, I know' and ran out, but Draco couldn't just relax. He checked this and packed that. After packing for a long time, he couldn't help but guess where he was going this time.
Merlin's pantyhose, this mission deserves to be thrown into hell, Muggles deserve to be damned to death. Draco thought of the Harry he had seen in his dreams - a fearful, even psychologically disabled Harry.
How to do this? What kind of problem is this?
After waking up from that dream, he told Granger and Harry's father about it. The former shouted that it was psychological trauma (he later Googled this word), while the latter seemed to remember something. , discussed with Erik on the other side for a long time, and in the end it was Harry's aunt who finally made the final decision - Harry must overcome such difficulties on his own.
"Since he wants to be a doctor who can go to the battlefield," Harry's aunt said with an expression of irresistibility, "and is already in that situation, we can't choose for him what he's about to encounter, he can't avoid it. ... It might be a good thing for him, too, because Charles coddles him so much that he has to know what's out there outside of Charles' school, outside of what we're showing him."
"What, I love him, of course I love Harry," Draco heard the aunt say, "but I'm more afraid that he thinks everyone in the world is a good person! You know what it was like -"
As a result, Charles and his sister started arguing in the room. Draco was very anxious at the time and left before he could hear the whole story. Now he was upset - maybe it would have been better for him to leave after listening.
"Bullshit ideas." Draco muttered under his breath, throwing the bandage into his bag. "It's not like there's nothing wrong with him doing this."
As soon as he finished speaking, Harry ran in again: "I told Hank! Let's go! How many more minutes are there?"
Draco immediately put away those messy emotions, gathered all the things together, and stuffed them into the bag: "You come to pack these things - you come to cast the spell!"
"Yeah, yeah," Harry said jokingly, "I just pack it."
They spent a little more time, using magic to bring everything they could, and finally took out the time turner.
"I may be cursed by the God of Time," Harry said as he wrapped the gold chain around Draco's and his own necks. "I've used this thing so many times in the past three years that I can't even count."
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Bob has always considered himself an ordinary person, with nothing outstanding about him. Caucasian, in his forties, with the mellowness expected of a middle-aged man and a job that pays enough to support his family. So, of course, his day starts with a regular breakfast.
Eggs, bacon, oatmeal, and bread, Bob ate them all without expression, put on his employee uniform, turned around, walked out of the small employee dining room, and entered the white laboratory area like a public hospital - before eating , he had already changed into dustproof clothing.
He approached the laboratory area and opened the door with his irises - since the last time, their laboratory and all the instruments and the experimental targets were completely destroyed by mutants, entry and exit have been strictly guarded. It is said that the boss above suspected that some of them had their minds controlled by mutants or had their identity cards taken away. The big boss did not allow this to happen again, so he just invested a lot of money and upgraded the security system.
The little 'big' boss was furious. Bob thought as he walked in, the sarcastic expression on his face clearly visible.
He remembered that day when they all fell to the ground and woke up, accepting the wrath of the 'big' boss - everything was in a mess, the experimental target escaped, the samples and equipment left behind were also destroyed, and the entire experimental site It was like being torn by a violent tornado. Countless things were smashed to pieces, and countless data were burned. Sometimes Bob wondered, these things were so broken, why did they do this group of research? None of the people were sent to meet God? Why leave them to bear the wrath?
Moreover, their original experimental site seemed to be cursed by something. For three days in a row, anyone who stepped in would have some sort of headache or fever. The new instruments that were moved in would also make a few tingling noises and break, and many of them would break. The employees were scared - if the liquidated damages weren't so terrible, they would all resign. The big boss immediately chose to move his position to ensure that his experiment could continue, and he spent a lot of time in doubt.
The short man with a terrifyingly high self-esteem was furious. He frantically checked the surveillance records, cursed every person under his command, and suspiciously investigated everyone's entry and exit records during this period. He firmly believed that someone was jealous of his soon-to-be successful research results, bribed someone under him, and then passed the news to the mutants - Bob did not doubt that the attacker must be a Mutants, otherwise, who else would have such huge power to overthrow them all in an instant, destroy this place, and then disappear into thin air with their few experimental targets that were still alive?
It's like a god-like power. Bob thought so for a moment.
But immediately, when his eyes touched the new living samples in the laboratory, he scoffed at the idea, because several of the 'god's creations' had already fallen into their hands, and even became breathless specimens. .
No one can become a god. As he walked over to communicate with his colleagues, he numbly made a conclusion about the 'mutants' in his heart, ignoring the screaming and bloody scenes next door.
Gods will never die or fall to this level. Mutants are just monsters that appear in society, and sooner or later they will become a dismal blip in history.
Poor little things. Bob thought about his boss and shook his head.
Maybe it's not their fault that they are gifted, but who will allow them to climb to the top of humans? At least the boss, who was already 'inferior', would never allow this to happen.
No, in the end, it has nothing to do with me. Bob thought.
He and his family are not mutants, and he doesn't hate them himself, but people have to eat to live, and he needs this job to support his family, doesn't he?
"The boss said, bring out those useless specimens and continue the experiment," he conveyed the boss's secretary's message to his colleagues, "Since we have lost the living samples - we can't let go of any more opportunities."
Katelyn, the female staff member who received the order, couldn't help but feel a little unbearable: "But they are already dead..."
"You must have just arrived, Katelyn," Bob said impatiently. "In the hands of our boss, there are only 'available value' and 'worthless' enemies, and he won't care about these - I just Knowing that if we don’t produce results, he’s going to want us to look good.”
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"Did you open it..." Draco said boredly. He wore the black cloak of the Department of Mysteries to conceal his presence. However, there was no one around this room, and he was still vigilantly wearing his hood tightly.
"Okay, okay, it's almost done," Harry licked his chapped lips and drew the last stroke on the door with his wand as if holding a fork. Then, a small light flickered on the door, " I don't remember this magic very clearly... because it's not very useful... Come closer, Draco." After saying that, he squatted down and put one of his eyes up.
"Yeah, no one thought that one day we would be spying like spies." Draco was completely numb to his ability to not chant spells. He just seriously despised this kind of behavior, and then walked over, They found that there was something similar to a cat's eye on the door. Through this thing, they could see what was going on inside, and even sounds could be heard.
Although he had always known that Harry was well-read and loved to learn, he still asked curiously: "Where did you get this magic?"
"...Sirius taught me." Harry pursed his lips and didn't seem to want to answer, but finally answered, "It was based on the principle of the crystal ball. He said that when he was young, he used to peek at the professors he hated. What are you doing in your room and—"
"stop!"
Draco frowned, "Watch carefully."
Harry nodded, and the two of them looked inside intently -
——Three minutes later, they all regretted this behavior.
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The two boys jumped away from the door they were squatting at, as if they had been touched by a burning iron, and almost fell together. The two looked at each other strangely, and both saw shock and shame in each other's eyes.
"-OMG," Harry stayed for a few seconds, then immediately wailed and covered his eyes, his face flushed, "I mean-O-M-G--I don't want to peek into other people's rooms anymore-" "
Draco's face was also livid, and he had a strange expression. He looked like he wanted to imitate his godfather and curse a few inches, but at this moment he really couldn't find a better word to describe this feeling: "He - I - -This-Fxxk!! We all thought he was dealing with some important secret!! Turns out this despicable Muggle was in--Merlin's pants--"
"Don't mention-" Harry shook his head frantically to stop him from saying the word starting with p, and wanted to cover his mouth, because the scene he just saw kept a double image in his head, uh, a white double image, "Please It's up to you, Draco, don't say any - any - words that might even conjure up that!"
"I'm going to spit out my breakfast," Draco cursed, "It's daytime! Don't they know what - what is shame?! Or is it that the shorter he is, the less he can control his third leg?"
"Stop talking," Harry leaned against the wall, shaking, "I don't want to hear it."
When you come to a designated task location, you will see a person who is very enterprising at first glance and giving orders to others. He breaks away from his favorite work and meetings, walks out of his own office suite with his head held high, and arranges He got into a secret car and headed in an unknown direction, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was going to see something more important or meet someone more important - at least that's what Harry and Draco thought, anyway. Followed.
And then this is it: their eyes and hearts are shocked, and they realize deeply that no matter what the situation is, there are men who are just like that - they have endless ambitions, and their third leg is also useful. With endless energy, they need women for entertainment.
"I'm really too young," Harry kept saying with his eyes straightened, covering his face, "I'm really too young."
Draco said with disdain: "This is the culprit of the 'Sentinel Project'. Ha, I heard that when the Dark Lord controlled half of Britain, there was not a single useless person around him, let alone a useless woman - —Humph, Muggle, ha!"
"Well, let's not be sexist, okay?" Harry said painfully, "Ah, my eyes..."
"I'm not sexist," Draco declared quickly, "I mean, useless women - you assume, if the subordinate next to this short guy is... a woman like Granger?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but shudder at the thought, and Harry shuddered too.
"No," Draco immediately rejected this hypothesis, shaking his head wildly and muttering to himself, "That's too scary."
Hermione Granger, the smartest, most knowledgeable, hard-working, most careful, and most action-oriented person among their peers - even, there is no 'one' behind this conclusion.
In order to avoid possible foreseeable dangers, she could lead her friends to break open the professor's office and steal things; in order to find a way out from Lockhart, she took two people to hide in the secret passage of the secret room, regardless of what was inside. It's not that there's a basilisk... They've all looked through the book she made for them. Let's put it this way, without a hacker, even Harry couldn't do it in more detail than she did, let alone the guesses in it. and analysis, densely packed.
Harry took the time to read a few pages carefully and found that even though she was studying in a wizarding school, Hermione still had a keen sense of current affairs and could rank some information that she considered important in the most conspicuous and front position; and the analysis she wrote, Some of them coincided with what he knew. For example, although mutants have equal social status, there must have been some turmoil before. Otherwise, during the Apocalypse incident, the troops sent by the government would not have arrived so quickly to surround their school. .
Just looking at the notes, Harry felt like the girl's eloquent speech-like voice was ringing in his ears, which made him want to smile.
However, it is said that Ron and Neville helped when making this booklet, but neither of them could understand a word and could only listen to Hermione ramble in pain...
"Well, I think Hermione will kill him first," Harry said with wandering eyes. "Hermione will definitely make a plan to kill him first. We all know how righteous Hermione is."
Draco subconsciously wanted to nod wildly, but he restrained himself and finally just nodded reservedly. Granger is a terrifying woman. Let her grow up to eighteen years old. She will definitely be able to kill those idiot officials in the Ministry of Magic and climb up the ladder quickly...
...Maybe he can invest in supporting her to enter the Ministry of Magic in the future, or even find a position for her that is difficult for Muggles to obtain at one time, so that her starting point will be higher. Draco habitually thought of this matter in terms of profit. In the final analysis, this was definitely not a loss-making business. Merlin knew what Granger could do.
At this time, the sounds in the room gradually became louder, and the two boys blushed while hiding outside.
"Let's go," Harry quickly turned to Draco for advice.
"I'd love to," Draco said with great regret, "but I have to see something."
With that said, he pulled out the time turner from Harry's neck, hung it on his own neck first to be on the safe side, and then screwed up his face and took out the parchment and looked at it.
"Draco, you... um?" Harry said a little speechlessly, "reciting a curse on the spot?"
"Shut up, shut up," Draco focused on learning the pronunciation, "don't bother me!"
He cleared his throat and moved his tongue a few times. Ancient Latin was like an ups and downs ornament in his mouth. At least Harry thought the words sounded wise and elegant.
"[O impermanent PARCAE,]" Draco said, "[Spread the thread of fate in your hand.]"
The time turner clicked, and Harry realized that the time turner in their hands was different from the previous one he owned. The metal ring outside it would be thicker-this metal ring at this time After turning it, a layer of outer shell fell off, revealing the scale-like texture on the lower layer.
The hourglass in the middle turned slightly, and the golden sand inside all gathered in one direction, shining with a tiny light like the water on the sea.
Draco tried to turn half a circle and change the direction, but the sand kept gathering in one direction like a compass. It stands to reason that this function has been available for a long time, but maybe it is because Harry does not have permission to see the complete file. In Harry's hands, it is purely a time converter, and he does not know that it is also the compass for their mission - although the file says It does not write down in detail where the focus of the mission is, but it will guide the contractor to find the 'key'.
Oh, magic items.
It was only at times like this that Harry felt deeply that he was in the magical world - not that they were guiding their own superpowers, but that they were being guided by magic.
Amazing magic.
"Okay, now we can go," Draco looked relieved. "This means that the focus of our mission is not on the indulgent and disgusting dwarf inside. That's great... Stop, don't look at it, this can't be dismantled!"
Draco covered Harry's curious eyes and said seriously: "I repeat, don't look at it! Restrain your curiosity, this cannot be used for experiments!"
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The first one to sneak in was a girl. Her ability is similar to Raven's, able to blend into the environment, and another telepath has a one-way mental link to her body - his ability is far from being able to probe too far or too deep, but the unique thing is that he Able to establish a spiritual link with the other party with the other party's consent.
She didn't go too deep, but a secretary was kidnapped at gunpoint, and Erik's capable people pried her mouth open - this was indeed the 'Teslak Industries' they were looking for, but the interrogation In ten minutes, Erik discovered that although she was a close subordinate of the founder of this industry in business, that suspicious human didn't even have the password to enter his secretary. She only knew his schedule and some life affairs.
"He wants to show that he is suspicious and cunning, making it difficult to track," one of Erik's subordinates sneered, "but he will know that it is useless."
These words made Erik, who had always been expressionless, also sneer.
"He'll know."
Magneto said this as he rose into the sky, opened his hands.
"I hope you all know our purpose." He looked around and looked at all the people he had brought. "I know that some humans regard this as an atrocity - in a broad sense, an atrocity under human law. But we all Know that human laws do not protect us, our brothers and sisters.”
These words brought a burst of approval from the crowd.
"They treat us as dangerous goods," someone said.
“There are experiments that are no more expensive than a piece of pork,” someone said sarcastically, “and officials are happy to see their results and support them.”
"That's right," Erik raised his voice a little. His dark green eyes were like the deepest forest. The abyss was as unpredictable as the abyss, but his expression was full of exciting courage. "When we are unable to maintain our most basic In the context of human rights, what qualifications do they have to call our actions atrocities? Our rights and interests have been trampled under their feet, and our brothers and sisters have died under their torture. They think that we are tall buildings blocking the way forward, so they think They want to tear us apart and arm themselves; they arrogantly think that we are God's favored people, and taking everything from us will make the world fair-"
Erik glanced around: "——But they don't know that the rise of high-rise buildings is a sign that the world is about to change, and we are not being favored by anyone and telling them to wait."
Erik's speeches always have a kind of courage - he will not be impassioned, but as calm as a mountain, but this is not impossible to inspire people. Calmness can make people feel reliable and real, and it is more deeply rooted in people's hearts than incitement.
"We must step out of the shadows, take back our brothers and sisters openly, and declare our sovereignty to all enemies," Erik said loudly as he rose higher, overlooking the buildings not far away, "We must make achievements and destroy Enemy, tell all humans that mutants are inviolable, and we must destroy anyone and anything that attempts to harm our lives. 'Whoever makes my eyes shed tears, I will repay with his blood'!"
"We are inviolable!" the other mutants said together.
Erik rushed out first amidst the shouts of his subordinates, and under the warm sunshine at noon, the metal on the exterior of the building began to twist and crack like clay!
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Bob saved the taken blood into a test tube, refrigerated it, and was about to go back and cut off some skin tissue from the sample, but someone had already done it before him. This made him unhappy, because they all knew that the person who came up with the research results first would receive a higher bonus.
"This is really a charming beauty," his colleague said with emotion, perhaps after staying here for too long. "If she is not an important sample, I would be willing to hide and spend the night with her."
Bob was simply impressed by his courage.
"This is a mutant," he said. "Don't think about such ridiculous things. We all know that we can't have anything to do with mutants. There is no difference between mutants and criminals."
"But since the boss can capture several mutants," his colleague said, "I think we will be able to control them one day."
"Don't think about things you shouldn't think about," the leader of their group said reproachfully, and the look he cast was quite meaningful. "If one day you are killed by a mutant, you will know how much you have now." What a waste of time and opportunity."
"Yeah," Bob heard his colleague say regretfully, "After all, it's something that can kill you at any time." He even lowered his voice, "They don't even use knives or guns."
This is not the first time Bob has heard such words. He is quite indifferent - he only cares about more wages and bonuses. He picked up the thin scalpel and asked the team leader for instructions: "Can we start the next step? According to the data, this sample's body will turn into a diamond state. Do we need to cut off a part of her body for observation? "
"We need to turn on the device first..." He said, looking at the operating table casually, but suddenly he was stunned: the blond beauty suddenly opened his eyes.
The next moment - there is no next moment!
She suddenly burst out and woke up from her drowsiness without warning. With all her limbs restrained, she used her body as a point of strength to overturn the entire operating table with a power that was difficult for ordinary people to match. Almost immediately, her wrists and ankles were covered with the brilliance and hard texture of diamonds.
Bang!
The metal handcuffs and shackles that restrained her were all torn off, and she got rid of the operating table that was pressing down on her. Although her body was weak due to the large amount of anesthesia injected, her special physique and amazing perseverance were still supporting her. Holding the scalpel next to the operating table, he pierced the aorta of the approaching researcher, and using the stents next to him as a weapon, he grabbed them and swept down several researchers who could not carry it on their shoulders or lift it with their hands - Bob It was especially brutal for him and his colleagues. A large amount of metal braces hit their heads and abdomens all at once, and they almost all fell down clutching their stomachs with bloody wounds.
"Turn on the device! The latest! Hurry up!" Someone shouted in the chaos, "Security, security!! Stop her!!"
"Hurry up! The device is always on!" Someone shouted back, causing a wave of panic. "What's going on? The device has failed! Her ability has not disappeared!"
"The device has failed!!!" A researcher ran outside in fear, "Find someone quickly, find someone quickly! There is a mutant here who has not lost his abilities!"
"We will be killed!"
Amidst this chaotic sound of despair, there was a beep, someone hurriedly pressed on the wall, the alarm began to sound shrilly, and bad news came one after another.
"Someone invaded from the outside!"
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"...Look at what these are."
The long blond hair is dull and messy, and there are wounds and knife marks on her body, but she can still be calm and composed even if she can barely muster the strength... This is Emma Forster, the woman who has long been known as the 'White Queen'.
She dragged her body that was weak but strong enough to walk and quietly escaped from the crowd in the chaos - of course, she had to accept the reality. Although she could still walk and escape, it would be difficult to perform too much strenuous exercise. , if everyone in this laboratory hadn't yelled like crazy, fell to the ground or ran away, she would never have been able to escape even if she woke up.
What's even stranger is that before escaping from the experimental site, she looked at the machines that the leaders of the experimental group were playing with. She was not blind yet and could see that the indicator lights of the two huge machines were dim and black smoke was emitting. The metal casing looked like it had been exploded, revealing the complex circuits inside.
These two 'secret weapons' were obviously damaged, but the humans here were playing with them as if they were blind, shouting in despair why the secret weapons were working well but not working.
"Okay," she took off the clothes from the unconscious staff member and put them on without stopping, and said in her mind while reading his memory, "although I don't know who helped me - even so I also have to hurry up."
Not being able to completely rely on others for help was a lesson she learned almost when she was young, and at times like this, who knows when the chance of escape will slip away? After all, her ability is not a complete attack type.
Emma quickly escaped from this place while calculating the distance and the abilities she could mobilize.
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When the alarm sounded, another group of people who were not at the central experimental site also got into chaos - the reason was simple, they were in the 'storage warehouse'.
A place where all living and dead 'specimens' are kept.
"Bring out the emergency refrigerator!" The person in charge here thought quickly and shouted immediately, "We can move the position but we can't lose the samples! Inject anesthetics into the remaining five living subjects and pack all the specimens. Get in the cooler! Hurry, the vehicle will be here soon!"
The person in charge walked around the place and made calls - and surprisingly found that there was no signal. He was as anxious as a burning bowling ball because the last person in charge had already lost his life because of the boss's anger. This made him frantically scratch his bald head and yell to everyone: "Hurry up - hurry up - Even if you go slower, you won't accidentally lose your life here! Think about what the mutants will do when they see this!"
His last words were like water dripping into a frying pan, causing a loud explosion.
Many of the employees asked him in horror where the boss was. The boss was supposed to deal with the mutants. He had methods. He had already dealt with so many mutants——
These idiots! The person in charge slammed the door angrily and left, even though he knew in his heart that this was because some useful talents were 'secretly executed' due to the last attack, and the new ones were just not stable enough and useful enough - after the last incident , many people are the targets of the boss's suspicions. Executing them and then blaming the mutants on them, keeping their plans secret is very effective and even very motivating.
While he was looking for the relevant personnel in charge of security, he was also looking for traces of his boss in an attempt to get a response plan. Yes, maybe they have some means to capture 'individuals' among the mutants. Yes, they have obtained some clues to reveal the secrets of the mutants, but when multiple mutants come knocking on the door?
——Trask Industries did not have the confidence to stand upright before receiving full support from the country.
The person in charge went out like the wind, unaware that two black figures sneaked in - the magic on the cloak made them like air in people's eyes.
"Hey, we don't have to do what it says," someone was muttering out of fear as soon as he was out, "We should run—run now."
"The alarm means there are mutants attacking us!" a female staff member said, "Where can we run!"
"But he is right..." Someone agreed with the first person's point of view. "The boss cannot take care of everyone, and our place is the hardest hit area. Once we stay here, we are likely to end up in the most miserable way."
Everyone here looked at each other - at this time, there was a kind of empathy that urged them to think of the result, that is, as long as they saw the things here and their positions were reversed, they would also want to kill any aliens here.
"You have to be clear - the higher ups don't care about our life or death at all," the man who proposed it first said angrily, "If you are willing to stay here and wait to die, great, I will do my job, and you just listen to the higher ups. if--"
With that said, he did not walk towards the door, but towards the living room, holding an employee card that could swipe the controller.
"Wait a minute," Katelyn, a female employee who had just arrived, reached out to stop him and said hesitantly, "If you want to run away, what are you going to do now?"
The man looked at her as if he were a monster.
"Does this need to be said? Of course you will inject them with poison and kill them. Do you still have to wait until they are rescued before you kill humans?" The man glared at her. He obviously saw Katelyn as a woman. For the sake of suppressing his majestic anger, because even the flesh on his jaw was twitching, "Get out of the way, Katelyn, I am not a scientific researcher, and I have no feelings for them about rare items - I only know that I want to do it for them." Reduce the threat to humanity in the future even a little bit!"
"They are still alive!" Katelyn pointed out this. She couldn't believe what she heard. "This is different from scientific research. You will become a murderer!"
The man almost laughed angrily: "Look at how naive our newcomer is, huh?"
Katelyn is the newest newcomer here, so she doesn’t know much about the illegal origin of the samples here, because as she knew before joining the job, this is a plan favored by the country, an extremely promising plan, and national secrets are No one from the scientific research department should be involved. She looked around in disbelief. Everyone around her was silent, and some even ran away.
The silence made her feel a sense of fear, and the man stepped over and swiped the card, intending to activate the preventive procedures. That is to say, as long as it is activated, toxic substances will be automatically injected into the living body, and a metal blade will pop out from the inside to pierce the heart of the living body. Mutants may be powerful, but according to the information currently explored, their physiological structure is out of touch with anything. There are still only a few who are known to be alive. As long as the heart is punctured, these living bodies sleeping due to the medicine will 100% die.
"...No matter what," Katelyn insisted in the end, "This is...killing! This is different from us dissecting the dead. We can't just kill the living! They are still alive!"
"They are not 'people'!" The man pushed her away and scolded her, "God, I really don't understand what you are thinking - they will kill you, me, us! Even if there is a judge Stand in front of me and he will tell you that this is an act of self-defense!”
With a determination that even he would admire, he stretched his fingers towards those buttons, but just when the idea came to him, he stopped like death——
Thump, thump, thump.
Katelyn couldn't help but let out a scream, because the colleagues around her fell one after another, like dominoes - if they hadn't still had ups and downs, Katelyn would have definitely been frightened.
"They just passed out."
A gentle and amiable voice sounded behind her, speaking soothingly.
Katelyn jumped up in fright, shrunk to the wall, and almost screamed again, but to her surprise, there were two boys standing behind him.
...very beautiful boy. She thought vaguely, because the boy standing opposite her was indeed the most handsome child she had ever seen. It's not about appearance, but... something else.
"Can you step back a little?" the friendly-speaking boy said extremely politely, "I want to open these prisons -" he pointed to the metal cans and long transparent boxes.
"Otherwise we won't guarantee that you will be blown up as well." The boy next to him said with a bit of malice.
Katelyn doesn't even know how she found her voice.
"...What do you want?" Katelyn said tremblingly, almost unable to hear the tone of her own voice. "You are mutants, but there are special machines here. You should not be able to use your abilities." She said to A little bit of certainty.
"It exploded." The man with a bad tone smiled sarcastically, "It all exploded."
"Rescue the living and bury the dead." The boy glanced at the necklace on his companion. Katelyn didn't know what he was looking at, but she heard him say, "Oh, it has no impact, that's great."
For a moment, Katelyn had all kinds of thoughts, the order of the boss, the research of the boss, and the research of the variants, as well as the law, the country, the only pity ...
"... can't be destroyed from the outside." She said tremblingly, "The boss has a self -destructive process ... I, I know how to open it, as long as you have ..."
The two boys glanced at each other, the blond boy with a pair of gray -blue eyes and a good tone of his tone took out several magnetic cards.
"How many we took, which one was it?" He said nothing unexpectedly.
His attitude was so good that Katelyn was unbelievable. She pulled out a piece of permissions, trembling to operate, and couldn't help wondering.
Isn't he afraid that she is acting, but he actually has to take the self -destructive procedure?
"No," the boy's voice was still full of comfort, as if feeling her tension, "You won't. You are different from them, I see it."
"You dare not." Another boy sneered, "We can know what you are thinking."
Katelyn couldn't help trembling, but her movement was fast. She knew that hesitant would only increase everyone's vigilance and consume her -what kind of opportunity was. She liberated all the living bodies and opened the refrigerator of the storage 'specimen'. After finishing all this, she collapsed to the ground because of nervousness.
"Let's go." She said exhausted, her heart was messy, "If you can, take them away."
The boy tilted his head and reached out and put on her shoulder. And just before she was frightened whether she was going to be killed, the scene in front of her turned, she fell in the forest -just in the forest not far from their industry, the soil under her feet also exudes grass.
"What--" She stared at the boy who was holding her, "This is-"
"You release the greatest goodwill you can do," the boy simply explained, "So I also give you my goodwill. Go north, pay attention to your feet and take off your white coat, wish you goodbye Yun, Miss Katelyn. "
After speaking, he cracked and disappeared in front of her.
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well. During this time, because of some things, I was in a bad mood. In order to escape, I was addicted to studying. I went home from the library to read the book every day. After the code, the efficiency was terrible and I wanted to sleep.
I do n’t know when it is even more, but the reason why this chapter is so stuck is also because I have thought about social problems for a long time, and I really have a hard work against 'fighting'. Well, it should be a bit better.
Thanks to the world in the world, the bag show made me run away from the pain. Anyway, I realized that the social network is only because I am too idle and do not have enough questions. Go and get it.
This chapter is welcome to discuss. Now the comment system should be opened?
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who casts [Grenades]: 2; 1 depth of Sheng;
Thanks to the little angels who cast [mines]: bamboo shoots, pages rain, cooking, 噫 嚱 嚱 嚱, critical governor, Chu 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
80 bottles of libixur; 50 bottles of orange potatoes; 40 bottles of fast sister, Lafite; 30 bottles of louty; hey 22 bottles; 20 bottles of Suchen, celadon slices; , Eat and sleep without playing bean, beautiful love, 10 bottles of snow in the sky; 7 bottles of Xi Xi painter; feast 2, Jiayan Xingxing, teapot cat, star dandruff flying, Liu Doudou, dream into chaos, 165 5 5 Bottle; 3 bottles of Muzi; 2 bottles of Ronglei; Moon Night, 15531744, Ink Fish, Jin Xuan Cathy, Insilence 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
