Julian Mendoza 17
Am I sick?
Sister Tina smiled, hugged me and said.
Oh, no, dear little Julian, you are very healthy.
She added as her brother looked on.
As healthy as me.
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"...What if I don't accept it?" Zhu Fujing moved his wrists. His body was not restricted too much, and his limbs were still flexible. His face should have been covered with a disguise. At least in this small space, Julian had no way to retreat. "What will you do?"
Julian's bright red pupils were dim under the lights in the tunnel. "Nothing will happen?" Julian said slowly, but whether Zhu Fujing believed it or not was another matter. "We will send you back to Neon, where you can find someone you trust, hide your identity or continue to fight to destroy the organization."
"What is your purpose?"
"Kill the crow."
“If I join, what rights and obligations will I have?”
"With a code name, you can enter the internal communication channel of the water plant. If you have any difficulties, the organization will help each other. Sometimes they will issue indicators for you to complete. Of course, if you are not satisfied with anything, you can negotiate and resolve it in the background."
"What about the leader and members?"
"You do not have this permission."
After a question-and-answer session that sounded like an internet robot, Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned deeply. He did not believe in the existence of such a good thing. This mysterious organization must have some ulterior motive in saving him. He was indeed willing to die for the safety of his relatives and friends, but he wanted to survive and greet the dawn with everyone. This was unlikely to be a scam of the organization. It was not like he had not participated in the organization's operations to deal with undercover agents and traitors before, but he did not think that his value was so great that it was worth the organization to go around in circles like this.
Want to join? Zhu Fujingguang asked himself, he knew nothing about the water plant, he only knew that they had a deep hidden line in the winery, and could pull Scotland out of the winery's experimental base, but they were by no means the red side, and their actions were full of their own grey style.
Or does he really have the right to refuse? They have the biggest handle on "Zhu Fu Jingguang" in their hands. They don't even need to do it themselves. Just a slight mention at the winery will cause his beloved relatives and friends to die under his responsibility. If they refuse, will they use their information as a stepping stone for promotion in the winery?
Zhu Fujing looked at Julian inconspicuously. Perhaps he had been thinking for too long, the little boy had turned his attention from him to the window. The car drove out of the long tunnel, spots of light danced in the air, and Julian's fingers made strange gestures in the sunlight. His elongated shadow turned into a butterfly on his knees, and with a slight flutter of its wings, it flew to his forehead.
If I remember correctly, he didn't wear a mask in the lab. Zhu Fujing squinted his eyes. Cats' pupils will dilate before hunting, which looks cute in the eyes of bipeds, but it is a sign of excitement in cats. Kelver and Miravo both wore gas masks. It should be an anesthetic gas that knocked them down, but Julian remained sober from beginning to end...
Prior injection of antibodies? Drug resistance? Or some other blocking method? Regardless, this means...
"I'm in."
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