The huge transparent culture capsule stood quietly in the middle of the research room, and the floating body in it was more mutilated than before. A young man with brown hair and brown eyes sat crookedly in front of the training cabin, with a cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes fixed on the screen not far away.
Derek exuded the temperament of a condescending son, and the uniform that should have been solemn and straight was also messed up by him. The pictures on the screen switched rapidly, and occasionally some battle scenes flashed, which was dazzling due to the fast pace.
"Alas, mortals like me really can't appreciate these battles." Derek shook his head and looked away from the screen, "Speaking of which, it's time for a shift, won't you take a break?"
A sentinel and a guide each stood on one side of the nutrition cabin, and there was no human breath on the exposed half of their faces, only dripping sweat showed their exhaustion.
Derek didn't get angry when he saw them ignoring him, and said with a good temper: "Since the two of you are working so hard, it won't work if you keep going. It's better to rest for a while before continuing. I don't think she will recover in a while. ."
The sentinel among them finally spoke, and there was no wavering in his voice.
"Master Derek, Your Majesty ordered you not to let your guard down."
Derek seemed to have heard something funny, and let out a low laugh, "Do you respect my father so much? Your Majesty? Hahaha. I thought you must have wanted to kill him."
Another guide said: "We don't know what hate is."
Derek glanced at the leader in the cabin, and happened to meet her.
"That being said, I still envy you." He got up and walked slowly to the side of the nutrition cabin, pacing in circles and saying, "This leader, like you, doesn't know what emotions are, neither love nor love. hatred."
With his hands behind his back, he walked very slowly, pausing briefly as he passed the sentry, then continued onward.
"I once thought people like you were terrible, but later I found out that such people are the most fair and just."
"Master Derek."
The Sentinel always felt that something was wrong, but the excessive consumption had dulled his senses.
Derek chuckled: "My father asked me to take care of the leader for a period of time. I meet every day. How do you think he treats me?"
He happened to stop behind the guide and leaned into her ear as if to ask her, "Your opinion should be more fair and objective."
"Sorry, Master Derek, we don't know."
Whether it's a sentinel or a guide, months of overloaded tasks have already worn them out. Because they have no feelings, they can hold on until they die from overdraft, but the physical burden cannot be deceived.
"Yeah, because I don't understand feelings, I can't see it as normal, so it's no use asking if you're thirsty for feelings, right? Since that's the case..."
Through the green culture medium, the sentry saw that the hand of the young master on the opposite side was resting on the shoulder of his guide. Even if you don't have feelings and don't know what jealousy is, for Sentinels, protecting your partner is an instinctive thing.
Derek's approach made the alarm bells in his heart, but he didn't dare to relax the suppression of the people in the cabin. Between the dilemma, he saw the indifferent and clear arc of the mouth of the leader known as the Faceless Man - Derek's ruffian The smile is almost identical to hers.
Why are there no footsteps
He finally realized the reason why he felt abnormal before. It is absolutely impossible for an untrained person to have light or heavy footsteps, but it is absolutely impossible to make no sound at all - at least it is impossible to escape the sentry's ears. But just now he didn't hear Derek's footsteps at all, that's definitely not something a swinger could do.
Just as he figured out the key, the guide on the opposite side let out a light hum.
The sentinel resolutely gave up the suppression of the leader, and rushed to the front of the guide in a flash.
Derek has thrown away the syringe in his hand and stepped back far away.
"Don't be nervous, it's just some hormones," he smiled brightly, tossing the jacket he took off, holding a dagger in his hand in a fighting stance, "some hormones that can help you recover in a short time. , the product that Netta has been researching for many years, has no side effects except coolness."
Under the thin shirt, the originally thin and thin body actually showed clear muscle lines, which is definitely not the physique of a boy who does not work and does nothing.
"Master Derek, what do you mean?"
Derek showed a helpless expression and sighed: "That's why I said that it is very tiring to deal with people who have no emotional intelligence like you. I am obviously a traitor, what else can I mean? Don't talk nonsense, fight if you want, as this young master The first real opponent, you have to be honored."
The sentinel finally stopped asking more questions, and said to the guide behind him, "Liu, how are you?"
He could feel his guide a little confused and agitated, but he didn't seem to be hurt anywhere.
"I-I'm fine..."
The six sentinels and guides only have numbers and no names. The two guards beside Huazheng are the sentinel numbered three and the guide numbered six.
"Can the barrier still be deployed?"
"Um… "
"cover me."
Although he could feel that Derek was just an ordinary person, the other party's calm attitude made him have to act cautiously. It is not that there is no precedent for ordinary people to defeat the sentinel. Using the advantage of the number of people and the means of interference - sonic waves, light effects and other weapons to assist, it is not impossible to defeat the sentinel. One type of mercenary specializes in how to deal with the sentinel and guide.
Derek restrained his frivolous smile, held his breath, and finally showed a bit of seriousness and tension. His fighting stance seems to be from the Marine Corps, and it is none other than the leader who taught him this personally.
Derek is the veritable senior brother of White Pillow.
Relying on the sentinel's physical fitness far beyond that of ordinary people, No. 3 and 1's own guide unfolded the barrier and rushed in front of Derek in an instant.
Whether it is the numerous precision equipment in the room or Derek's identity, it is not suitable to use guns and weapons, the first thing that No. 3 thinks of is to subdue him first.
But Derek's reaction speed and strength may not be comparable to him, but his judgment is very accurate, and he can resist his attacks in time every time.
No. 3 determined that Derek was wearing a nano-protective suit only from the feel of his hand, and the timing of whether it was activating the jamming weapon or evading the concession was just right. For an ordinary person to be able to achieve such a degree, it is definitely the result of a thousand trials and tribulations.
It does have obvious advantages to deal with ordinary people sentinels, but on the other hand, because most of the spiritual body's ability cannot act on ordinary people, they will also lose some combat ability.
The ability of No. 3 is regeneration inhibition, and the ability of No. 6 is to increase pain perception. These two are naturally very useful for leaders, but they are almost ineffective for ordinary people.
It's just that Derek doesn't have the strong physical fitness of the Sentinel, and he fought and retreated. In less than a few minutes, he was out of breath and scarred.
"Stop, stop the war!"
Actual combat and training are not at all different. He didn't expect that he didn't even last five minutes. No. 3 ignored him, and smashed Derek's abdomen with a sharp punch.
Derek raised his arm to block, but was finally thrown out by inertia.
"Wait, wait a minute! Don't you just ignore that little sister No. 6?"
Derek spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled over in a panic, pulling the chair aside to block it in front of him. No. 3 thought he was trying to distract himself, but after a brief pause, the guide's feeling also passed on to him.
"little six."
No. 6 was already on his knees at some point, and although he was still barely maintaining the sentry's barrier, his body was almost paralyzed.
"Derek, what did you do?"
Derek saw him coming towards him aggressively, and one rolled and hid under a metal operating table, "It's said that it's a hormone to temporarily restore feelings, what can she do? You must have never experienced conjugation fever, right? Hurry up. Take her away, this young master doesn't want to see the live erotic palace!"
"You bastard!"
No. 3 was furious and smashed the operating table out of shape with just one punch. Derek turned back, and even climbed out of the bottom of the table and retracted to the operating table.
The sentinel's feelings clearly began to be influenced by the guide, and the level of danger increased dramatically. The other party doesn't care whether he is Hua Ce's son or not, it may kill him at once.
"Even if you kill me, it's useless, let's take her away!"
Derek considers himself a gentleman and doesn't want to do this to girls. However, the sentinel was alert and responded quickly. He was afraid that he would not be able to succeed with a single blow, so he took the next step.
"Third Brother..."
Three had never heard Six call him that, so he had to leave Derek alone. Now that the base has been invaded and manpower is scarce everywhere, the two are not only ordered to guard the leader, but also to protect Derek.
It's just that this most unlikely person has become an undercover, what can they do
No. 3 took off No. 6's mask. Seeing her flushed face and unconscious, he finally ignored Derek and rushed out the door with her in his arms.
Derek blew a whistle, making sure that the other party would not return, got up and ran to lock the door, and then fell heavily on the ground.
When the relationship is restored, the unreasonable loyalty will also be weakened, and even hatred will arise. Naturally, the two will no longer sacrifice their lives to Hua Ce regardless of their own safety.
Derek looked at the nutrition cabin and said weakly, "Master, I was almost killed by you."
The reduction of Huazheng's mutilated body finally stopped, and she looked at the picture on the screen and seemed to fall into deep thought.
Derek rested for a while, got up from the ground, sat in front of the operating table, and began to change the nutrient solution while saying to himself, "I really don't know what the standard you want me to do, just because this time it took a lot of work. Is Jane here too? Oh, it hurts me to death. My goddamn daddy won't know when he will find out, Master, I put my head on my trousers belt for you, and what you promised me must be counted …”
The author has something to say: One on the side, fair!