Chapter 150 Birds and Light

"Hey, give me your hand!" The yellow-haired young man who had almost climbed to the top turned around and tried to grab him, but the ventilation duct was narrow. After adjusting his posture, he stretched out his hand and only touched the other party's fingertips. Seeing that Bird Mist was about to fall, the young man took several steps back without thinking, and then grabbed his hand.

Although there was no pain, he had no strength at all after his ankle was shot through. The inner wall of the ventilation duct was slippery, and there was no point of force. The white-haired young man just stretched out his hand to grab the other party's hand, and he felt a weight on his ankle, which was sticky with hot blood. It was obvious that someone had grabbed his ankle.

If he was caught, his life would not be in danger, but those people who were of no value to the organization would be killed on the spot. Thinking of this, Fei Niao Wu quickly let go of the hand that was holding the yellow-haired young man, but the young man who reacted pulled him tighter. The white-haired young man panicked and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Let go!"

"Let your mother go, don't give me that self-sacrificing trick in the movies at this time, I tell you!" The other party's voice sounded even angrier than his. The yellow-haired young man's face flushed red, and he tried hard to pull the man up, but he was no match for the strength of the man below, and even slid down a few steps. "I should have let you...you walk in front, because you're thin...how can you be so weak!"

Fei Niao Wu felt that his ankle had been pulled out of the ventilation duct, but he couldn't break free from the man's pull no matter how hard he tried. He could only lower his voice and change his words, "You saw it just now. They won't attack me. You should at least run away and call the police first, right?"

The yellow-haired young man was stunned, obviously frightened by his explanation. His consciousness relaxed a little while thinking. Fei Niao Wu felt the strength on his hand loosen a little, and he struggled hard. The moment he broke free from the other party's hand, he was dragged down by Bomore's ankle and was directly pulled out of the ventilation duct.

The mobile phone that was originally in his hand also slipped out of his hand at this moment, and slid down the pipe to the ground.

The yellow-haired young man was startled. He was about to step back to see what was going on when he heard another fierce gunshot, which was coming towards him. He had no choice but to yell at the boy, "Wait for me!" Then he sped up and crawled to the corner of the pipe to avoid the incoming bullets.

Feeling his ankle being loosened, Fei Niao Wu staggered and fell to the ground. He had just raised his body, but before he could stand up, he was kicked hard in the abdomen by the man holding an assault rifle standing behind Bomore. He fell backwards and his back hit the hard wall.

The feeling of being kicked in the softest part made him curl up subconsciously, covering his abdomen and vomiting.

Thanks to the analgesia, otherwise he would have passed out on the spot.

Fei Niao Wu covered the place where he had just been kicked hard and complained. Many of his white hair that was originally tied behind his head had broken free from the rubber band and were scattered messily on his forehead and face, blocking most of his vision. The sweat on his forehead flowed along the hair to his brow bone and flowed towards his eyes, stimulating him so much that he kept squinting his eyes, so that he could barely see the scene in front of him.

This posture made him only see the leather-booted legs of the people surrounding him. The white-haired boy tried to adjust his posture, but after he curled up subconsciously, Bomor and his men quickly approached and deliberately stepped on the open space next to his body. The legs and feet of several people seemed to nail him to this posture.

Oh, right, the cell phone is still there!

I don’t know if the call was hung up when I fell just now. If not, I don’t know if Kenji Hagiwara will hear what I say later.

Asuka Kiri bit his lower lip, and the first thought in his mind was to hang up the phone. He reached out and touched the cell phone forgotten in the corner.

A sneer came from above. Bomore tied up his hair that was messed up when he was entangled with a few people, then stepped on the boy's wrist slowly and crushed it twice on the floor.

Seeing this, the person next to him kicked his mobile phone to a place where the boy couldn't reach it even if he stretched out his arm.

"This scene looks familiar." Researcher Bomore smiled, he removed his foot from the other person's wrist, squatted down and carefully looked

at the other person's expression, "Do you remember the first time you ran away?" Fei Niao Wu was stunned, and kept looking up at this researcher whose expression was even a little chilling and kind, and he couldn't remember that he had run away before.

Then he realized that what Bomore was talking about was probably what happened in the laboratory before the age of five. He had long since lost that memory, and now he could only remember the fragmentary memory of being injected with drugs. The white-haired boy frowned and looked away. His light-colored eyes were surprisingly bright in the dark, but were slightly obscured by the troublesome eye mask.

"That's how I grabbed you and pulled you back." The boy's expression reminded Bomore of something. He sighed and tucked the white hair on Fei Niao Wu's face behind her ears. "Do you still remember why you were caught? The kid running in front of you... Honestly, I don't care what he looks like now, and it's not important. He pushed you down to stop the people chasing us from behind, remember?"

Fei Niao Wu was shocked by this sentence. The words vaguely recalled some incomplete scenes. He was stunned for a moment before turning his head away, avoiding the other person's hand on his hair, and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't touch me."

He then withdrew his hand that had just been stepped on. The numbness to the pain made it impossible for him to identify the severity of his injuries. The boy could only frown and move his wrist in a small arc. There was no problem with the movement, but he could feel the hot blood gushing out of the wound on his ankle.

"What's the situation outside?" When Bomore saw him dodge his hand, there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes. He turned around and asked the others with guns. One of them squatted down and whispered something in his ear. He raised an eyebrow and waved, "There's still time... Just leave one person behind, you go down first. Those who ran away before shouldn't have gone far, and there's nothing worth leaving behind. Kill them directly after catching up with them."

"Yes." The man responded, and took a few masked people out of the room first, leaving only the last person behind to close the door from the inside, guarding the door with a gun, always paying attention to the movements here, for fear that another accident like the one just now would happen.

"Did your companion abandon you just now?" Not knowing the situation in the ventilation duct, being the last one to leave made Bomore naturally have this association. He seemed to want to observe the expression on the boy's face, but was blocked by the goggles. The man frowned and looked very dissatisfied with this troublesome equipment.

He reached out to check the boy's goggles. When he used the tools handed by the masked man who stayed behind to pry open the side guard of the goggles and see the structure inside, he was stunned, and then laughed, "It was actually removed, that makes it much simpler."

Is there something under the goggles?

Fei Niao Wu frowned, and finally put all the previous inconsistencies together. After being caught, it was obviously more convenient to take off the goggles for inspection, but no one asked them to take off the goggles on their faces. Even during the inspection, they avoided the goggles and didn't want to touch them.

"What's in it?" The white-haired boy asked directly. While he was talking, Bomore had already taken off the goggles and put them aside casually.

He remembered... when he put it on, Kubo seemed to have made some movements on the side of the goggles, and it seemed that he had taken the things out.

"Some small things that can make people's heads explode." As if he felt that it was nothing to tell him, Bomor replied casually, "Don't worry, I will catch them like last time, and then help you get revenge, huh? I have always been very curious..."

There is a bomb inside? ! The situation of other people in the hall is dangerous...

"Revenge?" Fei Niao Wu bit his lower lip and closed his eyes tightly.

In a trance, he saw a child's face as dark as iron. The child tied on the stage was given some kind of drug. The color of his hair did not change at all. It was still black, but a lot of hair fell out, and finally became horribly spotted. He kept struggling because of the pain of the drug. Maybe he was too thin. He didn't know how he broke free from the chain and staggered towards him.

The white-haired boy, who was not yet five years old at the time, was startled and took a step back subconsciously, but someone held his shoulders from behind and stopped him from escaping.

Bomore's voice at that time didn't sound much different from now, 'Look, I'm helping you get revenge. Wasn't he the one who pushed you down? '

The child who rushed towards the two men fell to the ground before he touched the corner of his clothes, with blood oozing from his mouth and nose, but he continued to shout at him, 'Why...didn't he also...run away...? '

Why would only they accept this kind of punishment? And he just stood aside and watched?

'Why? Because he is the Death Star, the child tied with a red rope, of course he is different from you. 'Bomor replied with a smile. The white-haired boy he supported had a red strap tied around his ankle, which was particularly conspicuous in contrast to the black or gray straps tied around the ankles of other children in the simple room like a prison behind him.

After that, the researcher didn't even look at the child who was taken away and disposed of casually by others. He patted the boy's shoulder and pushed him to the back room. "Okay, go back and rest. There are experiments tomorrow."

The white-haired boy who had not yet learned to speak did not come to his senses until the door behind him was closed again. He looked into the room. A dozen children who were caught together were all in the corner of the wall, as if separated from him by a natural barrier. No one asked in a low voice "How do you feel?" as before when everyone came back. The eyes of the children looked at him, and the emotions in them were too strong, dissatisfaction, hatred, rejection, as if looking at an enemy, as if looking at a monster.

"Revenge for me? That's a very high-sounding statement." Fei Niao Wu repeated in a low voice, gritted his teeth to support his body, and leaned against the cold wall. His ankle was casually bandaged with a white bandage, which was soon stained red with blood. From a distance, it looked like a bright red bandage. He tilted his head and glanced at the man among the messy hair hanging in front of his eyes, "Disgusting."

The dizziness brought by this memory made his vision a little blurry. The boy closed his eyes, and it was quite similar to the feeling when Suemitsu Sosuke was confronting Matsuo Kazushi on the helicopter. However, the biggest difference was probably that Suemitsu Sosuke at that time was confident and was just waiting for the idiot to take the bait, while he now had no ability or opportunity to resist and could only let the other party manipulate him.

Asuka Kiri was stabbed with disgust by the bloody smell that came with the memory.

Can this really be on the big screen? I can't let go of the things I recall... After all, I just came to celebrate and see an art exhibition, why should I suffer so much for nothing!

"Disgusting? I still like you when you couldn't speak before." Bomor listened to the words uttered by the boy and couldn't help but sneer. He clapped his hands and stood up, his expression instantly cold, "I'm helping you. It's really sad to be betrayed by a good heart. I thought we still have time to have a good chat, but it's a pity..."

He pinched the boy's cheek and carefully checked his eyes. I don't know what he saw in his eyes. The original expression on his face faded, and even took on a hint of pity, "You are dying."

What does this mean?

Fei Niaowu was calculating in his heart, but his face didn't show it. He glanced at the man coldly, "Oh, you're almost there too."

When I find the chance, I will kill you immediately!

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I have changed some content before, changing the threat of bombs in goggles to direct threats with guns. Now I know there are bombs in it~