Guimu, who was watching all this, said slowly: "Yunshi, the No. 19 you taught doesn't seem to be very well-behaved. At this time, he is still thinking about getting rid of ICV. I said, if you want to be mine
Subordinates, obedience is the most important thing."
Yunshi said with some fear: "I was negligent and only thought about teaching them how to deal with the enemy. I will definitely discipline the clones in the base more strictly in the future."
In that simple room, No. 19 and No. 20 were facing each other. It was quiet on the surface, but in fact there was an undercurrent. As long as No. 20 gently pulled the trigger, No. 19 might die.
No. 20's hands were actually trembling slightly. Although he had received shooting training all year round, he had never killed anyone. And what he was facing now was his "brother" who had been with him day and night for so many years.
Although he had shot No. 21 without hesitation just now, he still showed a little mercy. Otherwise, with his skills, he could have shot through No. 21's head without any effort.
"But we are brothers, do you really have the heart to do something to us?" No. 19 said hoarsely, his eyes a little red. He is the kindest one among the three clones.
"Stop talking so much nonsense! I don't want to die with you." No. 20 trembled and pulled the trigger.
However, No. 19 was on guard. He bent down quickly, and the bullet almost grazed the tip of his hair. He picked up the dagger on the ground and stabbed No. 20 in the calf.
No. 20 screamed in pain, cold sweat slowly flowed down his face. He pressed the pistol against No. 19's back and said through gritted teeth: "It's not my fault."
After a "bang" gunshot, a bullet pierced No. 19's back, and his face became ferocious due to the severe pain. He knelt on the ground, and large amounts of blood flowed out, staining the ground beneath him.
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Seriously injured, he still refused to give up. He clutched the bloody dagger and stabbed No. 20 in the abdomen. He tried his best to grab the gun in No. 20's hand. The two struggled and passed by.
There were winding traces of blood everywhere.
With a "bang" sound, No. 20's head was suddenly hit hard by the chair. His body suddenly lost balance and fell towards No. 19. In panic, the gun in his hand suddenly dropped and was
No. 21 was able to catch the attacker.
He groaned in pain and supported the ground with both hands. "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..." He murmured, blood still flowing out from his wounds.
He stood up with difficulty and turned around to look at No. 21, whom he had always looked down upon.
No. 21 tremblingly raised his pistol and pointed the black muzzle at No. 20's head. After a gunshot, No. 20 suddenly fell to the ground and no longer breathed.
The surviving No. 19 clutched the dagger tightly and looked at No. 21 in fear. He did not expect that this usually weakest and clumsiest boy would be the first to kill. He could barely stand up after losing too much blood.
With no strength left, he crawled backwards in embarrassment and said in a trembling voice: "Don't come over."
"Don't be afraid. I was worried that you would die in the hands of No. 20, so I had to take action." No. 21 soothed softly. He put the pistol in his pocket and slowly squatted on No. 19's side.
Beside. "I think you are right, we should work together to escape from this hellish place. We are brothers, there is really no need to fight. No. 20 doesn't understand your thoughts, but I understand."
No. 19's strength gradually declined and his vision became increasingly blurry. He braced himself and said, "With the two of us currently half-dead, how can we still have the strength to escape?"
No. 21 patted his shoulder gently and said, "As long as you are willing to help me."
Number 19 asked weakly: "What should I do?"
No. 21 gently poked his head over and said in his ear: "You just need to..." Before he could finish his words, a bullet pierced No. 19's throat.
He looked at No. 19, who was lying in a pool of blood, and wiped the bright red blood splattered on his face. "Thank you for helping me. I will never forget you. I will definitely live well for you."
Looking at all this, Guimu seemed to be a little unsatisfied. He said: "Now that the outcome has been decided, this test is really not as intense as I imagined."
Yun Shi sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that the one who survived to the end would be the boy I least expected."
"It's just opportunistic. He can't rely on cleverness to avoid danger every time. If he wants to gain a foothold in the icv, he must have the strength to face the enemy directly." Guimu seemed not satisfied with No. 21 who survived.
Yunshi said respectfully: "I will train him strictly, and I will definitely make him qualified to become one of your chess pieces, sir."
No. 21, who was staying in the room, slumped weakly on the ground. He grabbed a tissue beside him and wiped the blood on his clothes and hands in panic. He kept breathing heavily, and his hands kept shaking.
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This was his first time to kill someone. The horrific deaths of No. 19 and No. 20 kept lingering in his mind. He turned away, not daring to look directly at their corpses.
After a while, the door was suddenly opened. Guimu and Yunshi walked in, and closely behind them was Lu Zhan, who had not turned against ICV at that time.
Guimou walked straight past the corpses of the two clones without any trace of intolerance. He looked at the frightened No. 21 and said, "Why, you didn't know how to be afraid when you were killing people, and now you are panicking?"
No. 21 looked at the mask on his face and asked tremblingly: "You, who are you..."
"This is Mr. Ghost Eye, the leader of our icv." Yun Shi said as he pulled the embarrassed No. 21 up from the ground.
Guimu didn't seem to be very interested in No. 21, who was thin and had poor qualifications. He sat on the bed beside him and asked casually: "No. 19 doesn't seem to want to kill you, but wants to be with you."
Get away from here. Why do you still want to kill him?"
"Because the rule is that only one can live, isn't it? My qualifications are not good and my skills are not as good as others. I may not be your most effective subordinate, sir. But I can always remember one thing. What you think and think are the rules of icv, and
I will definitely comply."
No. 21 knelt on the ground obediently and spoke with a dying breath. His wounds were still bleeding and his lips had turned white.
Guimu looked at him with interest for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing. "I always like obedient children. You are very nice and sensible. Lu Zhan, the next step is up to you." He looked to the side of the tall man.
