Chapter 459 Bai Yue

restrained? reason? wrong! Big mistake! How could a restrained person arrogantly shout the name of His Majesty the Holy Emperor and threaten those medical staff in such a place? Only young people who like to show off and show off their quick tongue will do this.

The words that old Corey described him now seem more like a cold joke.

Living in this world, only children who are ignorant of the world will pursue what goes well, but a mature man, if he wants to gain a foothold in society and live on, he must learn to compromise and go with the flow...

"Did those people from the Rover Technology Consortium overestimate this kid?"

What Boyle didn't know was that old Corey and others didn't overestimate Tang Fang, but he underestimated the captain.

As for the small calculations of the Star Alliance, Tang Fang knew very well that their purpose was to capture him, not to kill him, so no matter how much trouble he made, Boyle would wipe his ass, and this will continue forever. to the moment they do it.

This kind of treatment is very good, especially when he is in a bad mood, he doesn't need to reveal his strength, but he can be willful for a while.

Tang Fang ignored Boyle, because Tang Lin suddenly walked up to him, pointed to a cell in the left corner and said, "Brother, look!"

Tang Lin pointed out that the cell was not in a "sealed" state like the room where the female Morris slave was held. There was only one person in it, a person sitting on the toilet cover, with his hands and feet tied by iron chains.

The man has a pair of slender Danfeng eyes, but his eyebrows are a little pale, which looks very uncoordinated.

His hair was black and thick, draped over his shoulders in a mess, like a savage, but surprisingly, his body was clean. Not in the usual sense... He has no chest hair, no leg hair, not even private parts.

Tang Fang didn't like looking at men's bodies. Even for a bodybuilder like Schwarzenegger, he would feel a little disgusted. But this time he couldn't help but look a few more times, because he wanted to figure out whether it was scratched or raw.

After about 5 breaths, he muttered, "Qing...Qinglong..."

"He is very special." Tang Lin said a word.

"It's very special!" Tang Fang turned his head, looked seriously at his younger brother who had become a little taciturn since he woke up, and said earnestly: "Tang Lin, you can't..."

"Brother, what are you thinking!" Tang Lin trembled as he inserted the dagger into the midsection of his military boots.

He barely scratched his foot.

The captain blinked: "Did I think wrong?"

"I mean he is very special." Tang Lin explained again.

Tang Fang glanced at the man, especially the one who was bald, and nodded: "I didn't say he wasn't special..."

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Tang Fang was a little scared by his stare: "If you have something to say, just say it, don't look at me like that."

Tang Lin took a deep breath, and whispered in his ear, "His mental power... No, to be precise, his brain waves are quite abnormal."

"From what you said, it seems to be the case." Tang Fang's face slowly returned to calm.

Unlike Tang Lin and Freya, his body is roughly the same as that of ordinary people, but he has the ability to regenerate at a high speed, and he cannot distinguish the strength of a person's brainwaves. Fortunately, there is Emma, ​​who can hack the data host through the wireless network to obtain the person's physiological index.

"I'm going to put the cell down." Tang Lin didn't ask Boyer's opinion, and immediately walked to the console after speaking.

At this moment. The mobile video device on Boyle's wrist rang, and he pressed the answer button. It was Ivan, the manager of "Fallen Angels".

"Tang Fang, I'm sorry, something happened up front. Manji had an argument with someone. I'll deal with it and I'll be back later. By the way, I'll prepare a piece of clean clothes for you."

Tang Fang's military uniform had just been stained with blood when he was hugging the female Morris slave, which looked a bit obtrusive.

"Okay. You go." Tang Fang narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

Boyle didn't say much. Tell the guards to take care of them both, and walk quickly to the crystal passage. Take the maglev facility to leave the central platform.

At the same time, with the assistance of the staff, the cell where "Blue Dragon Man" was held slowly landed on a berth on the edge of the platform.

Tang Lin opened the door, and the two entered the room one after the other.

The male Morris slave sat on the toilet seat without moving, but it could be seen from his hands tightly gripping the iron chain that his emotions were not as calm as his sitting posture.

He didn't waste too much gaze on Tang Fang, but instead focused on Tang Lin, staring at him like a stone sculpture.

It was only then that Tang Fang could see his features clearly. His hair and eyes were in line with Asian features, and his face, nose and mouth were similar to those of the descendants of the Germanic race, and he was of mixed blood.

"Ho ho ho ho..." He suddenly laughed out loud, his voice very hoarse.

Tang Fang knew that this was not his original tone, it was because he had not spoken for a long time... He had been silent in this cell for too long.

"You're not human! You're not human! Hahahahaha!" He suddenly burst out laughing, with a rich voice, indescribably wanton and flamboyant.

The captain suddenly became interested, because he was not crazy, he was just stating one thing, and the target... was Tang Lin!

"What's your name?" Walking to the neatly made bed without a single wrinkle, Tang Fang sat down on the bed. Tang Fang took the pillow at the head of the bed and put it on his left side, leaning against the iron frame at the end of the bed. It seemed that he wanted to talk to him. Have a long talk.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" The man didn't answer Tang Fang's question, but stretched the iron chains binding his hands and feet vigorously, making a dull metal crashing sound.

"Why are you afraid of you?" It wasn't Tang Fang who answered him, but Tang Lin.

"That's right, because you are not human." He repeated.

These words were very unpleasant, Tang Lin frowned, and retorted: "It's really ironic that these words came from the mouth of a Morris slave."

"It's really ironic," he said.

Then he looked at Tang Fang again: "My name is Bai Yue, Bai in the daytime, Yue in the mountains!"

"Oh? You have a name?" Tang Fang was a little surprised, because in the "Fallen Angel" database, his code name is "9528".

"You're a little bit different from them."

"Of course, I'm smart." Bai Yue answered quickly.

Tang Fang pointed to the thing between his legs: "I mean it."

That person is speechless...

"This is very unlucky." The captain continued to sprinkle salt.

Bai Yue was speechless.

"Who gave you this name?" Tang Lin didn't have Tang Fang's cold humor. He has always been very serious, so, compared to adding insult to injury. He was more curious about who gave the Morris slave with a reasonable IQ a full name instead of a code name.

"My mother!" Bai Yue let go of the chain.

"Do you have a mother?" Tang Lin was very surprised.

Morris slaves in the Phoenix Empire are generally assembly-line products that the government collected sperm and eggs from Morris slaves of different genders and raised them through test-tube baby technology. Without even a name, where are the parents?

Although this desecrates human rights, there is still a big gap compared with human cloning. Therefore, countries such as the Star Alliance and the Charles Federation have always been able to criticize the Phoenix Empire for having serious human rights problems, but they cannot say that it is anti-human. .

"Don't confuse me with them." Bai Yue looked at the Morris slaves in the cell behind him, with a hint of anger on his face: "Hmph, a bunch of soft bones!"

"Oh?" Tang Fang smiled: "Then you are tough?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I'm trapped here." Bai Yue shook the iron chain binding his hands and feet. He said proudly: "I have killed people before."

"I've killed many, too." Tang Fang smiled and rolled his eyes. This time he came to "Fallen Angel", and he finally found something more interesting to do, instead of worrying about those helpless social problems and system problems. .

He thought it would be very interesting to tease a Maurice slave who thought he was very intelligent, especially when he had no clothes on, but still looked bullish, sitting on the toilet seat, but seemed to be stepping on a lot of bones. When installing x forcibly.

"Why did you kill so many people?" Bai Yue asked seriously.

"Because they want my life, I'm sorry to have to take theirs before they take mine."

Bai Yue snorted: "Oh. You are here to live!" Then he made a holy face: "I am here to sacrifice."

Tang Fang blinked, a little puzzled, pointing to the people behind him, "Aren't they all sacrificing?"

"Wrong, big mistake!" Bai Yue said, "They sacrificed for that old Virginia thing, but I sacrificed for myself."

"oh?"

Perhaps it was Tang Fang's words that touched his heartstrings, or maybe he had been silent for so long, and he needed a loyal audience to tell the story that seemed impassioned and passionate to him.

He jumped on the toilet lid and said loudly, "You know what, I'm a Maurice, a Maurice! But I'm a very special Maurice. I'm much smarter than them, and I'll think about being born." Significance. Will rebel against the injustice of fate, and will step on the name of His Majesty the Holy Emperor."

"My name is Bai Yue. I am on the road of pursuing the value of my life."

"Then did you succeed?"

"Not yet, but I already have a goal."

"Appreciate further details."

"Since I can't choose my own birth, I can't overcome my sad fate, and even the power to choose has been ruthlessly deprived by the empire, but I still have one last chance to realize my self-worth. I can choose when to end my life, at least , My own life must be understood by myself, not by anyone else, this is a sacrifice that belongs only to me!"

"You're really smart." Tang Fang rolled his eyes and said in his heart: This guy is short-sighted. Sure enough, Morris slave's way of thinking has far surpassed that of human beings.

Tang Lin kept silent, looking at Bai Yue's wide soles, he was very worried whether the toilet seat cover would break off suddenly.

"Then did you succeed?" Tang Fang continued to ask.

"Of course, because I killed a person, they have to execute me... You see, didn't I make a choice and realize my self-worth?"

Tang Fang continued to roll his eyes, even though he knew that Freya was being playful and his words were vulgar, he couldn't stop at all.

"Then why are you still alive?"

Bai Yue scratched his scalp: "Maybe the time hasn't come yet."

"I don't think you're any different from them."

Tang Fang walked to the door and called a staff member, pointed at Bai Yue and asked, "How much is his life worth?"

The staff took out the pda in the pocket of the white coat, swipe the touchpad, and replied without looking up: "20,000 star coins."

After waving his hand and dismissing the staff, Tang Fang sat back at the end of the bed again. Seriously said: "Do you still think that the right to choose is in your hands?"

Bai Yue thought for a while, but stopped talking, and repeated this three times. Finally sighed: "So, I was wrong?"

Tang Fang nodded: "It's very superficial to measure this kind of question by right or wrong."

This guy is an absolute gem of a Maurice Nully. To be able to think about this kind of problem that only a magician would struggle with. From a certain point of view, compared to other Morris slaves, he is indeed smarter, but this kind of smartness is not desirable.

While the three of Tang Fang were silent, Boyle stood silently in front of a monitor in a meeting room of "Fallen Angel", with the manager Ivan standing beside him. At this time, he was looking at the screen on the monitor with curiosity.

Boyle looked away from Bai Yue, looked at the timetable of the wrist-moving video camera, and said in a low voice, "Let's get started."

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At the same time, in the yard of a sea view villa in the residential area of ​​the "Cuifanke" resort hotel a few kilometers away from the "Fallen Angel".

Freya was sitting on a beach chair, blowing the salty sea breeze, holding a glass of juice in her hand, and was meticulously counting the stars according to Tang Fang's instructions.

"1178, 1179, 1180, 1181..." Her voice was unhurried, like the wind blowing calmly.

A surge climbed onto the beach, swallowing countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals. There is singing from the other side of the mountain, and colorful fireworks interweave into a sea of ​​light in the sky.

Freya felt absent-minded for a while, staring blankly at the colorful rainbow sea.

She thought of listening to those beautiful singing voices nearby. I want to see how the fireworks rise to the sky.

She put the half-drunk glass of juice on the beach table next to her, sat for a long time, thought for a long time, finally shook her head, and continued to count her stars.

"Huh? Which one did I count... I'm so sad... Forget it, let's start from the beginning."

"Tang Fang, I am very obedient and obedient." Freya continued to start his life of counting stars.

The girl was patiently doing what the two of them had agreed upon. She didn't know that there was a person leaning on the railing of the balcony on the second floor of the villa. One to be exact.

Freya is simple, in a way. Simple means stupid, means stupid. How could Tang Fang really leave her alone in a place like a resort hotel, let alone Horace, Benedict and others.

His worry was not superfluous at all, because there was indeed one more person in the yard of the villa, just when Freya drank the juice in the glass and realized that she once again forgot where she was.

"Freya, what are you doing?" Mingming's voice was very old, but he insisted on choking his throat, making a soft tone.

The girl seemed to have never heard of it, and she still concentrated on counting her stars: "12, 13, 14..."

"Wow...wow..." The sound of the tide came from not far away, regular and rhythmic, like the rain from the eaves beating the ground.

Because that voice was too soft, so soft that it was easily drowned out by the sound of the tide, so this time, the girl can't be blamed for not hearing it.

"Freya, what are you doing?" The voice raised a bit.

Freya continued to count: "21, 22, 23..."

"Freya, what are you doing?" When the voice rang for the third time, it was already near the beach chair.

Freya is still counting: "28, 29, 30..."

"Freya, what the hell are you doing?" The voice finally became soft, like a barking dog hiding behind the gate.

Freya's body shook, and she felt a little dazed. When she regained her senses and looked at the starry sky again, she found that she had forgotten which one to count again.

She was very angry, very very angry, because this was what Tang Fang asked her to do, and she had to do it well, but that voice was really annoying.

So she looked angrily at the figure standing beside the beach chair, and said, "Didn't you see that I'm counting the stars? Don't make noise!"

"Count the stars?" The man froze for a moment, then looked up at the night sky. The sky was pitch black, with dark clouds covering the sky, not to mention the stars, not even the moon.

"1, 2, 3, 4..." The girl started from the beginning again, with a serious and focused expression on her face.

The man felt that his chest was constricted, as if something blocked his throat, so that the following sentence was hoarse like a crow: "Don't count, I will take you to see the fireworks."

Freya paused for a moment, glanced at him, then raised her head and continued to count: "12, 13, 14..." This time she rarely missed the count.

"There are people setting off fireworks on the other side of the mountain, and they will sing around the campfire, don't you want to go?" The voice continued to seduce.

Freya stopped counting again, the light in her eyes flickered for a while, and she said loudly: "You, don't talk anymore, Sister Claire said that you can't talk to strangers casually, let alone walk with strangers."

"I'm not a stranger." Horace moved his face from the shadow to the light, pointed at himself and said, "I'm Tang Fang's friend and your friend, how can I be a stranger?"

Freya thought for a while, and said seriously: "If it's you...it's even worse!"

"Why?" asked Horace, puzzled.

"Because Tang Fang said that you can't go with Uncle... Uncle is a bad person. They will show me goldfish and let me eat bananas. This is wrong!"

"Ah?" Horace was stunned for a moment, he could swear to God, this time he really didn't intend to touch her, he just wanted to find out about Captain Tang through her mouth.

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In the next conversation with Bai Yue, Tang Fang knew the origin of his name. It turns out that this guy's background is really different from most Morris slaves, and this is also the capital of his pride, or he thinks he is better than other Morris slaves. The reason Morrison is smarter. (to be continued)