"Put the gun down... I'm still alive..." said a barely audible voice.
People's astonished eyes focused on the fallen boy. The pool of blood that had been spreading outward was now gradually shrinking in size, and the blood flowed back into her body. And the creepy scene also appeared along with it - the skin of the boy's whole body disappeared, and what emerged from the inside was not the purplish red leather that should exist in the human body, but a black and shiny metal. Scattered wires, chips with soldered resistors, not bones, but gears attached to belts. In the eye sockets without eyelids, the green eyeballs trembled slightly. On the black face that looks like a skeleton, only the teeth are still white.
"Ah..." The crowd took a few steps back involuntarily, taking a deep breath.
"It's disgusting..." Gray rolled his eyes.
"Is this the result of angel assimilation?"
"Gun, what can't kill me... already..." When the snow-white tissue without a trace of blood covered the metal body again, the aura of panic was slowly dissipated.
"Yadi!"
lounge.
"Your name is Leon, right?" Kira Li, who had recovered from her pale face, sat in front of Leon, who had been in a daze with her hair lowered.
"… ."
"You've been sitting here for three hours."
"… ,You are?"
"Ah, ah, I forgot to mention, Kira Li. Free angel pilot, you are Leon Yassen, right? I saw you in the news, you are so daring, to use such a method, think Help WING get rid of the suspicion of being implicated in WOLD. Even I didn't expect such a powerful move, lad"
"Nevertheless, the result is not the same... I'm just doing superfluous things."
My husband has always had such a dream to make the world a real paradise of peace and happiness without grudges. As a result, he died at the negotiating table. Perhaps, it is only on paper to say that peace depends on negotiation. Because we do not see the shadow of peace at all, on the contrary, as a neutral artificial planet for many years, we also see the fact that we have also been held back by those so-called great powers. Those teenagers who drive warships are the real peace messengers!
They fought desperately—a power that we, living in a phantom of peace, cannot experience. Just like the young Leon who just left today, we have also seen that kind of power-in order not to let us get involved in the conflict, he sacrificed himself. Compared with me who wanted to hand him over to the international anti-terrorist organization, at least I didn't do that. courage to undertake. Now, the so-called Counter-Strike fleet is besieging our planet - they want to threaten Leon with our lives. I think there are only such a group of children who can really bring hope to the world now, so we can't be his burden!
The light yellow WING on the big screen is lasing from the inside.
For this reason, on behalf of all the residents of WING, I have decided to blow up this planet!
"Nothing can be done, nothing can be protected, it's all superfluous..." He covered his face. "Because of me, many people died... But they could have killed me at those times."
"Lyon..."
"Whatever has power is... , powerful power can only protect me alone, that's all. Everyone has seen that, since this is the case, what is there to praise, and what is there to be happy about?!"
"Young man, come on, don't be so depressed anymore. You didn't just protect yourself... Don't let down the hopes of those who died!"
"Hey?"
"Because of you, the war that was about to break out has been postponed! Everyone's attention has been temporarily shifted to jointly oppose the activities of terrorist organizations. In this case, we can at least buy a little time to do as much preparation as possible, in order to protect the world from The people in every country that wants war! This is the real meaning of WORLD's existence, not a terror maker like those military and economic powers say."
"But… "
"Okay, okay, cheer up a bit?"
"Yes."
"If so, go back to your room to rest. Our time is precious. Na?" Li got up and patted his shoulder, pushing him out of the lounge.
"Yes. Thank you... Miss Kira."
"Don't be so outside, just call me Li, Li is fine."
Leon nodded and left. "What a worrying kid! But working hard... that's it."
"Yadi!" The boy who got up from the ground kept kneeling, no matter what Gray called her, there was no response.
"Why am I here?"
"Ah? Yadi, what did you say?!"
The boy opened the palm that Gray held out to him. "Great, grandpa, you're here too... We've escaped from the satellite, haven't we? But... where is this? And who are these people?"
"Yadi! You... "
"Are you calling me? Yadi is... who?"
Gray opened his mouth wide: "What are you talking about?! Yadi!"
"I don't have a name. No one has given me a name since I was born, only the concentration camp code is RUS125. Everyone calls me 125."
"Concentration camp?! Isn't that a term that was used thousands of years ago?!"
"Although it is declared to be a military secret experimental satellite, it is actually the location of the concentration camp. We have been imprisoned there for a long time. You are also our kind, don't you know? You are lucky."
"His memory goes back to the past," the old man sighed, "...she is a survivor of the Yunna satellite."
"Yun Na?! The satellite that was destroyed by the impact of the meteorite?!" Long green pupils trembled, "Isn't that an accident?!"
"It's not an accident." Yadi's voice was quiet but powerful.
"what?!"
"It was the massacre of the people of Cologne. It was all the self-fertilization of sperm and eggs of the same sex, so every city there had the same faces, only different identities. Because knowing is taboo The product of , so even if some of us leave, we are discriminated against in the outside world. Green eyes can be concealed with glasses, but they cannot be concealed forever. Some of us committed suicide, and some of us Losing their minds, some people took to the streets and called for human rights, but for natural persons, this is unethical and unforgivable. So the rulers decided to eliminate this mistake, if not completely. To eliminate it as much as possible. Although the nature of the massacre has not changed, the government has also carried out a series of aftermath work... But for the dead, it is meaningless... I was at that time, a few hours before the explosion. He was there too, and later left on a plane with a few friends and grandpa, so he survived."
"So terrible things happened... I didn't know anything in the UK," Long said.
"Actually, people in Cologne are no different from ordinary people, except that their appearance is copied from someone else's... That's how it seems to me."
"But, Professor, what's the matter with the angels?! Why are we the only ones who can manipulate them?! Didn't you say that we are no different from ordinary people?"
"If you can, I hope you don't know too much. Okay, Gray?"
"And you, child," the old man walked up to him, "then, from today onwards, your name will be Yadi."
I think, if one day, we put down the sword in our hands and no longer fight, then, when we recall everything we have said goodbye to, will we be sad at that time
At that time, will we still be sad when we live alone
What will the world be like then
who can tell me