Rain or shine

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The man was sitting on a rocking chair, playing a piece of tango music on his smart phone.

He ignored the tragedy of the sentinel guide who committed suicide in front of him, and hummed happily, turning a blind eye.

"Valery," the doctor in a white coat pouted at the side, reminding him who was in a state of madness, "It's time to make the next move."

The man couldn't stop laughing up to the sky, and suddenly fell into silence. His eyes were illusory, he looked at the murderer—Jason, and waved to him: "Let him go, come here."

Jason's entire face was dull, and he moved stiffly. With his movements, the blade of the smartphone slowly retracted, accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood wriggling.

Julius leaned forward, half leaned on him at first, and finally knelt down on his knees, his head shrunk, his arms hanging on the ground, his mouth barely opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a word.The pocket of his coat was ripped open, and countless needle-pointed robots swarmed out, issuing a warning before the beep detonated.

Seeing this, the doctor raised his hand and erected a defensive wall to completely block them and make it airtight.When the gunpowder smoke dissipated and his eyes were clear, he snorted coldly, facing his former acquaintances and even his disciples, without any sense of guilt: "Stop struggling, the more active this poisonous cell is, the faster it spreads, Zhu Li Erles, your life is not long. Naturally, your research is valuable, and you will definitely be left with a dead body."

Jason's smartphone returned to its original state, and the power stone flickered fluorescently unwillingly.

One step after another, he swayed slightly from side to side, and approached the rocking chair unsteadily, only half a meter away when he stopped.His pupils dimmed, like the glass beads of a dummy, reflecting light flatly, reflecting the reflection of the other party, with a lifeless appearance, like a biochemical tool unsealed from the freezer, his limbs were cold and solidified, and coherent as if paralyzed No action.

Valery looked at him carefully, stretched out his palms to press his head, kneaded and observed like a research vessel, and sometimes looked closer to feel the freshness of his skin and the remaining breath.

Really, he muttered to himself, the facial features, especially the eyebrows and eyes, are rare to have a delicate resemblance to hers, why didn't he notice it earlier?It's all because he was only busy searching among those girls, and Jason knew how to hide, avoiding as much as he could, which made him ignore it.

"Silly boy, if I can create you, I can also destroy you. All cyborgs have a system restart button installed by me." After Valery said, he swung his phone, the tango music in it kept going, enthusiastically. The melodious tone became false and thin in this atmosphere, he patted Jason's head, and said softly, "Number 830, you have the guts to destroy the positioning controller that caused the brain wave disorder, but this How about a trick? Thanks to you and your guide—after being fully combined, I can have the effect of activating this program."

"It's time to enter a new code. Just treat it as a dream in ten years, and you will get a new life." He suddenly went crazy while speaking, shaking Jason's shoulders back and forth, rolling his eyes upwards, and grinned. With a toothy grin on his mouth, his face twisted and piercing, "Listen! Do you like this dance music!?"

"Do you like this dance music?"

When they met for the first time, the girl stood on tiptoe on the high platform, peeked down, and asked questions with a smile.Her arms were propped on the handrail of the stairs, supporting her cheeks, she had chestnut hair, a snow-white dress, and the pendants around her ears jingled together.

At that time, he was a scientist who accepted the invitation letter and stepped into the hall. He was an ordinary person, but he was slightly famous because of some inventions, and he should not have come to the reception of high-ranking officials and celebrities.He was wearing a cheap suit with a poorly tied tie that was twisted and wrinkled, holding a goblet, looking around, or staring down at the translucent floor to hide his embarrassment.

Faced with the questions she raised, Valerie was dumbfounded and did not know how to answer.

"Sister, why are you still here?" Behind her, a black-haired girl of the same age appeared. Their facial features were similar, but their temperaments were completely different. She waved a folding fan in her hand, frowned and sighed, in a familiar and reproachful tone Complained, "Where have you lost your fan again, come on, use mine first."

"Hey, Qi Ya, you have read father's guest list, but have you met this gentleman?"

"I've never seen it." The black-haired girl glanced down lightly, and then retracted her gaze with an almost elegant contempt.

The chestnut-haired girl didn't accept the folding fan, but lifted her skirt to expose her ankles, and shouted to him downstairs, "Please wait for me!"

"Maya" the black-haired girl frowned, and only when she was awkward, she would call her sister's name directly. This time, she shook her head, her face sank, and she muttered, and went downstairs from the other side, "Then You're done."

The girl clearly stepped on high-heeled shoes, but she ran very fast. She took three steps and made two steps. With a flick of her dress, she came to him and asked excitedly, "Can you dance?"

He stammered without answering, and was dragged onto the dance floor by her.

This enthusiastic tango music was played at the venue, which made him almost step on the instep of the lady in front of him several times.

"I'm Maya, what's your name?"

It turns out she is Maya.

Committed to the revolutionary cause of slave emancipation. As a sentinel, he has a unique thinking. He funded the establishment of the first school willing to accommodate female education. He taught himself the law and severely punished orphanages that secretly trafficked young girls. , and defeated the best male Sentinel in the last duel, which once discredited him.

The second hand ticks, and under the huge dial, there are gears that don't stop for a moment.

The blond boy woke up in a pool of blood. His body was lying on the mirror, and a small pen fell by his feet. Wherever he touched, it was pitch black and blood red.

He stretched out his fingers to the abdomen, digging in from the wound, and took out the hard object he touched - a silver bullet.

The black-haired child stood on the other side of the mirror, a step away from the other side, looking at this side blankly, his golden pupils were dimmed.

The full moon was in the sky, and the white wolf howled mournfully.

It rolled back and forth in the grass, its fur was stained with dirt, its limbs curled up, blood was bleeding from the gaps between its teeth, it whined, its chest heaved, and it gradually weakened and stopped moving.

The last time we met was on the battlefield.

"Mister is always involved in all kinds of troubles." Maya's figure seems to be dancing in the flames, first riding a white tiger, and the arrows in her hands are sure to hit, not one after another from the quiver, but It was the plume and feather arrows that appeared out of thin air and occupied half of the sky and fell like rain, lighting an inextinguishable fire.

She was still smiling, wearing a war robe, the enemy was screaming heart-piercingly, but the perpetrator turned a deaf ear.

Ability [endow pain].

Maya took off the cloak, protected the two crying children, and ordered her subordinates to take them away. The flower patterns on her arms were golden, as beautiful as a pair of close-fitting wings.

——This scene has been lingering in his mind.

It is the ultimate beauty that he loves to look for, the one that burns forever, that is enough to make people fascinated and intoxicated.

However, beauty is fleeting.

Maya was buried because of the ignorance of high-ranking government officials, but her strength was still insufficient. As a woman, she easily became a victim of men's struggle for power.Their so-called male sovereignty and sentinel dignity, the jealousy and hatred bred by them are so ugly that they can't tolerate a mere female hero.

eye for eye.

One day, he will destroy this filth with his own hands, accomplish the revolution in her heart, and comfort her soul.

Therefore, he took away the genes of her remains, stole the national database, tried to use the best ability to match, created test-tube biochemicals, and carefully cultivated and screened them to grow.

He has been lurking for so many years, planning for so long, and can't sleep at night, just for today.

His world was collapsing, falling boulders smashing railroads, hillsides and houses.A dark bird of prey rises from the sea level and spreads, trying to eat away at his memory.

Regardless of the wound, he summoned the pterosaur to flap its wings, shatter the glass of the mirror, and dash away to catch his falling body.The pterosaurs flew them high and landed on the cliff, with the cubs of white wolves degenerated at their feet.

The spiritual realm, the soul spirit body and the spiritual guide are synchronized, the white wolf and the black-haired child become vaguely transparent, and his hands seem to penetrate his skin.

"zero."

The dream catcher with white feathers swayed, and the afterimage of pearls and hibiscus surged.

The dance music is over.

[The system reboot is complete. 】

"zero!!!"

Mo Shengling felt dizzy and returned to the human world, his whole body was sweating coldly, but his mind was extremely clear, as if he could read the changes of minutes and seconds.

A bullet grazed the side of his face, right between the eyebrows of the person in front of him.

Valery's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't speak, his neck was tilted, and he was really dying, and he couldn't see his death in peace.

□□ was still smoking, and the doctor standing next to him lowered his arms contentedly, stepped forward and grabbed the back collar of Mo Shengling's clothes.

"Thank you, Valery." He said, shaking his head regretfully, "I kept you until now to change the child's brain for my use, so ordinary people, indecisive, will never achieve great things—"

After the doctor finished speaking, he shot him two more times in the chest, and the corpse lay down on the rocking chair, motionless.

Just now she yelled, Zuo Yaoqing couldn't stop coughing again and again, put her hands on the ground, raised one leg from a kneeling position, and turned into a squatting position, as if trying to stand up.

Tried many times, still failed.

"Your life is really serious. Did you take special medicine in advance, or did you grow a hard skin that can't even deal with the poison?" He turned around, half joking and half mocking.

Zuo Yaoqing wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, ignored his provocation and pointed the gun at him, and let out a few laughs from the depths of her throat: "Teacher, I advise you to honestly let the black hole stop, for the sake of the past Come on, I can spare your life."