Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 202 Agent: Be a polite child, Xila

Xila tells the story of human sins in a narrative manner.

Standing quietly by the side and listening, Fūya Rei slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his purple-gray eyes deep and unfathomable.

He lowered his head slightly, his voice as gentle as water, and advised patiently with the attitude of a teacher:

"If they want to kill you, you stop the killing by killing yourself."

"As they cut you in pieces, so you shall tear them in pieces."

"They whipped your spine, and you dig out their bones."

"They used you as a weapon, and from now on, they are no longer one of your kind in your world."

The young man's voice was low and gentle, elegant yet deliberately inducing: "Don't be afraid, don't regret. You are just trying to make them learn to be grateful and become better people."

"You must learn to pray for them and ask God to bless them to go to hell." He taught in a gentle tone: "Be a polite child, Xila."

Xila didn't understand, but she knew she had to listen to her father: "Yes, I will do it."

The blond young man curved his eyes, and instantly revealed a gentle and indulgent smile. His voice was elegant and gentle: "Good boy. God will bless you and help you gain freedom."

Xila suddenly looked up, his eyes shining brightly.

Furuya Ling raised the corner of his mouth and said slowly: "You can call me——"

"Father."

The girl's delicate voice interrupted Furuya Rei's words.

Rei Furuya suddenly came to his senses:? ?

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I screamed madly in my heart: God, what kind of messed up ideas am I conveying to a child?

In his mind, he frantically poked the system with his fingers.

The character you created is so fucking toxic, don’t you care about after-sales service?

The system is unresponsive.

Fūya Rei stiffened his neck and lowered his head to look at the girl.

Xila pinched the corner of her clothes, and the more nervous she became, the more inhuman she gave off. She said in a serious tone, "You gave me a name, and I live with you. You have the right to use and own me, so you are my father."

Rei Furuya: Why can you describe yourself as a materialized weapon, and the words you say even make me want to send myself to jail?

However, Xila's problems have been fully exposed.

She was experimented on and crafted as a weapon, a sword the organization made for itself.

She does not have much self-awareness and is highly objectified. 'Father' has sovereignty over her and his orders are absolute.

Hasn't the organization been researching ways to break through the limits of human lifespan? Why would it be researching artificial weapons?

Could it be that the branch was influenced by Free America and developed into a genetic warrior?

Furuya Rei suppressed the anger that almost instantly welled up in his heart and asked gently, "How old are you?"

"Eight years old."

But you look only four or five years old.

The corners of Fūya Rei's mouth twitched, and he said with a hint of kindness:

"Well, it's a date, then."

His voice was filled with a hint of enticement and a hint of helplessness: "From now on, you will stay by my side, Xila."

A glimmer of joy flashed in Xila's eyes, and she nodded earnestly. Her desolate heart seemed to blossom with clusters of pure white flowers, and the world before her eyes became vibrant.

On this day, she formed a bond with the gods.

There is no one like her in her world.

Except for her god and her father who has all her sovereignty, everyone else, like chickens, ducks, fish, and geese, can be slaughtered at will.

Fūya Rei glanced at the bodies on the ground and asked calmly, "The laboratory we were in is gone. Tell me the address of the experimental base you know."

Xila immediately gave Jōya Ling three addresses, which were the organization's experimental bases in the United States that she had accidentally heard from a researcher.

Based on these three addresses, Rei Furuya immediately outlined Gin's possible routes.

Old Crow attaches great importance to experimental research. After one experimental base is damaged, he will definitely let Gin personally check out the other bases.

Then, just randomly pick a lucky base, wait and see if you can meet Gin.

He took out his cell phone and contacted the FBI, asking them to arrive here within twenty minutes.

After the task was thrown out, a strong bloody energy rushed over.

Fūya Rei looked up and saw Gibson, his white coat stained with blood, slowly approaching with a scalpel in his hand.

The aura around him was extremely dangerous, and the smile on his lips was crazy and terrifying. Just one glance made Xila alert, and he immediately stood in front of his father to be on guard.

Gibson was not annoyed. He called out excitedly, "Master."

Furiya Ling's eyes swept across the blood on his cheek and his overly exaggerated smile. Is this guy too crazy?

He nodded slightly, without asking about the fate of those people. His voice was soft and gentle, like intoxicating wine: "Let's go and meet those guys who made my little daughter unhappy."

He turned and left, and Xila followed him like a little tail.

Gibson followed Xila at a brisk pace. He looked at Xila and said with sudden realization, "So it's B112. No wonder it looks so familiar."

"Xila," Xila corrected in an icy tone, "My name is Xila."

Gibson said excitedly, "Great, it's the Angel of Death. That name suits you very well. I thought you died in the laboratory, but I didn't expect you to be still alive. Have you surrendered to the Master?"

Xila stared at him intently and said word by word, "That's father."

Gibson was surprised for a moment, then said insincerely, "You've found a recognized owner. Congratulations."

Xila's blue cat eyes looked at Gibson steadily, with murderous intent boiling in his eyes.

The researcher who brought pain to her and her sister should be killed.

But my father did not give the order.

The knife is not allowed to have its own consciousness.

She needs to obey the will of the person holding the knife.

The murderous intent in Xila's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he turned around and chased after Jōgō Rei.

Gibson stood there in silence for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and his tense body quietly relaxed.

It seems that the Angel of Death truly recognizes its master. Without the master's order, it can even restrain its instinctive killing intent towards the researcher.

What a perfect experimental subject.

Too bad I can't experiment anymore.

But it was fun, Gibson thought with some regret.

He trotted after the figure in front of him.

Fūya Ling was not walking fast. He glanced at Xiao Xila who was catching up with him and noticed her rare angry mood. He immediately understood that she didn't like Gibson.

But even if Xila's emotions were really few, they still existed in front of the researchers.

Their influence on her was engraved on her soul.

"If you don't like him, you don't have to pay any attention to him. I believe he can't beat you, and you can teach him a lesson, right, Xiao Xila?"

Fūya Rei's voice rose slightly, as if with a smile.

Xila's eyes lit up: "Yes, father, I am the strongest."

Fūya Rei chuckled a few times, causing Gibson, who had just caught up with him, to look at him several times.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen the master so happy. This killing angel is still of some use.