When we first left this base and arrived at your home, I once told you that it doesn't matter if you hand me over, because I was born for the doctor's experiments, and I am not afraid of death at all. It is better to say that death is my only one.

destination.

At that time, you told me that you regarded me as your only friend, and if I sacrificed my life for you, you would not be happy. I didn’t understand what you meant at the time, I just felt that as long as it was what you said,

, it must be right.

So I gave up that idea for the time being and tried my best to pretend to be a normal human being, admiring the miraculous craftsmanship of nature and the miracles created by humans.

Maybe you are right. When I saw those things for the first time, I felt jealous for the first time in my heart. I am jealous of you. Normal humans can have these beautiful things anytime and anywhere.

But my jealousy has turned into a deeper sense of happiness and expectations for the future because of your company. That is also an emotion I have never had when I was in the laboratory. I am really grateful to you. If

Dr. Statham gave me body and life, you molded my heart.

In this process, I became afraid of death. I didn’t want my life to end. If possible, I want to be by your side forever. Even if you don’t always treat me as the most important person, it doesn’t matter.

I don’t know what this unusually contradictory emotion is, and the doctor is unwilling to tell me, but it must be within the scope of what you humans can explain.

What a pity. If you could give me a few more days, I might really be one of you.

But the reality is so cruel. What happened in the bus pulled me back to the gravity of reality.

On the bus, I saw you willing to give up your own happiness, future, and even your own beliefs in order to save those innocent people. I know that even if no one stands up for you or me, you will make this choice, because I

I am the inheritor of your ideas.

In the heroic stories you admired and told me, those brave and kind-hearted protagonists would also make the same choice. But at that time, you did not simply give up on me for them as I imagined.

It was then that I truly realized that you treated me equally with them. I had known for a long time that you were good to me, but I always subconsciously thought that it was charity from a master to his slaves. Until that moment, I didn’t realize that you were treating me well.

Decided what I should do.

I am a person who will die sooner or later. If this dying life can bring something to the world, I am willing to use it in exchange.

But don’t get me wrong, I don’t still think my life is insignificant. I want to live, if possible, but the situation no longer allows us to choose slowly. I wanted to say a few more words to you, but only now

, I hate that I am just a clone without knowledge, and I can’t say anything to make you happy in this situation.

So let’s just stop here. Anyway, you should understand what I want to say. If you want to ask why, it’s because the person who gave me this heart is yours.

In addition, I know that as the first clone successfully produced by Guixu, all performance indicators have exceeded expectations, so they will definitely use me as a model to mass-produce many copies of "me".

"Our" combat effectiveness should be far superior to that of ordinary people. Guixu probably wants to form a huge army to complete some unspeakable conspiracy. But in order to control us freely and uniformly, in the process of creating me, they

A control command code was added to my DNA, enough to make all subsequent clones do my bidding.

In other words, they originally wanted to use me as a signal base station to control the entire clone army. But I betrayed the creator first, so they had to destroy me. I'm afraid they won't dare to create another one with this DNA in the future.

A clone of the code to prevent further trouble.

However, they left behind my sperm cells. If you culture them, you can also create a person who also has control command DNA. If by then you cannot restrain Gui Xu’s atrocities by yourself,

Then let my child stop this absurdity.

The letter stopped abruptly, but Freya couldn't help but burst into tears. He rushed towards the laboratory regardless of everything.

No one stopped him, and even when he entered the lab password that was supposed to be replaced, the password still existed with the original number.

Someone wanted her to come, and she soon learned why.

"Hello, my number is Lu HC 703526." It is obviously Lu Hongcheng's body and Lu Hongcheng's face, but the heartless expression of the man soaked in the culture medium definitely does not belong to Lu Hongcheng.

Freya could easily observe that there were several less obvious linear scars on his body, each of which looked like an anatomy mark.

...Lu Hongcheng's body was dismembered and then spliced ​​into a new clone. But the memories between him and Freya will never come back.

"Please give your order." Lu Hongcheng, no, Lu HC703526's cold words made Freya unable to accept it for a moment. She covered her mouth and took a few steps back, only to feel that she bumped into a familiar chest.

"Do you understand? Daughter, in this underground world, there is no room for deviant romance." Holding his daughter who couldn't help crying, Dr. Statham's words became gentler.

"Father, do you have to stay here? Then what is the future you told me about?" Freya almost burst into tears.

"I stay in this organization just for this so-called future. You may not understand it now, and that doesn't matter. I don't expect you to understand it, but when my plan succeeds, you will understand what I mean."

mean."

Statham gently stroked her shoulder: "I once told you, don't do good deeds because they are small, and don't do evil because they are small. For ordinary people, this sentence is indeed the truth. But if it is for the sake of righteousness, I am willing

Give up the name of justice and use the evil in people's eyes to achieve the true ideal in my father's mind."

"Daughter, your father does not require you to be consistent with your father's ideals. You only need to continue to pursue your future. But after this education, you should have learned that confronting justice will only make you suffer. So.

I just agreed to help Lu Hongcheng write his last words, because only on this matter about you, my father and he agree."

"...Even if my justice conflicts with my father's ideals, will my father support me?"
Chapter completed!