bloom america

Gulag.

Although it appears to be abandoned, in fact, it is still the most horrific place where prisoners are held.

Price knows it all.

Wearing a prison uniform numbered "631", Price looked on with cold eyes.

Underground are huge nuclear defense fortifications.

The Americans have formulated a plan. The purpose of this plan is not clear, but this plan called "Shelter" is obviously very concerning.

Therefore, the Soviets also prepared to build such a shelter for theoretical verification.

And this place was chosen in the Gulag.

This was originally a labor camp, but because of insufficient manpower, even prisoners of war like Price were pulled over.

There are now tens of thousands of people in this place, and they have only one goal - to complete the shelter.

"What the hell..."

Price murmured.

He never imagined that on the battlefield in the Middle East, he would be so unlucky that he would be knocked unconscious by a bomb and then picked up by the Soviets.

Moreover, his communicator was destroyed on the battlefield.

If this were not the case, I would definitely be found easily...

"No. 641! Prisoner No. 641!"

At this moment, an officer came over shouting.

Having been here for some time, Price probably also knows some Russian.

He stood up.

"No. 641."

The other person stared at Price, but Price looked at him expressionlessly.

Here, it is very common for officers to abuse their subordinates without reason.

However... the feeling this officer gave Price seemed a little strange.

"If someone wants to see you, come with me."

The other party finished speaking dullly, then turned around and left.

"See me?"

Could it be that his identity has been exposed?

After Price was captured, he disguised himself as an ordinary soldier, and others had no idea of ​​Price's true identity.

But at this time, someone actually wants to see me?

Who is it?

What does he want to do?

Price, who was a little confused, followed the other party and came to a separate small secret room.

It's dark here, and surprisingly, there are no monitors or viewing windows in this place.

"Major Price."

The door opposite was pushed open and a figure walked in.

Price was already prepared. However, after seeing this man's appearance, Price fell into astonishment.

A...child?

He has long platinum blond hair, wears exquisite clothes, and has an exquisite face that makes it difficult to tell the difference between male and female, but there is no doubt that this is... a child.

"Who are you……?"

Faced with such an unusual situation, Price was filled with doubts.

"My name is Yuri. You can call me sir or miss."

The other person smiled and sat across from Price.

"——————!"

When looking into the other person's eyes, Price felt a sense of danger for a moment, but the next moment, his eyes became dull.

"alright."

The corners of Yuri's mouth curled up.

"Mr. Price, I have been looking for you for a long time."

The other party murmured something, and then began to ask: "Mr. Price, who are you working for?"

"Catherine... Edson."

Price answered the other party's questions mechanically.

"Isn't it seele?"

Yuri is a little strange.

"I have no idea."

have no idea?

Yuri is a little strange.

How could you not know?

"Dad has been looking for Seele... Obviously this is a good opportunity, why didn't you know about it?"

Yuri is a little strange.

"No, according to the information I got, you should know a lot of things... By the way. Do you know Sean Conte?"

Price nodded.

"He is...an American hero."

Price murmured his answer.

"What about something more specific?"

Sean Conte is also the executive officer of Seele. He came here before to discuss the matter of Mohai Building.

Does Price not know Sean Conte?

It's a little strange...

"he……"

A trace of doubt flashed in Price's dull eyes.

"He seems to be doing something for Miss Edson as well. But I don't know the specific situation."

"It's her again?"

In Yuri's memory when he was young, he seemed to have seen that woman. In his memory, Yuri thought, there seemed to be a memory of almost dying with his head held in the other person's arms?

"Forget it. I was originally planning to help dad... Price, you were just interrogated by the officer. But the questions asked by the other party were not very important. You just thought this was just a spot check of prisoners of war, and

, after leaving, you will never doubt this random inspection, do you understand?"

Price nodded.

"But you must be feeling uncomfortable here, right? Huh~ If I feel better, I can let you out..."

While talking, Yuri had already left the room.

"Hmm...?"

Price seemed to have come to his senses in a daze.

"Hell, it's just an ordinary interrogation, why should I be suspicious?"

He was a little annoyed that his nerves were so tense.

It has been a long time since I came here, and I am obviously a little nervous.

This was too bad. Price took a deep breath and allowed himself to relax.

He has been missing for a while, and the country probably already knows the news about his disappearance.

But the problem now is how to send the news about yourself in this place.

Although there is little hope, this is the only way to save yourself.

Price was thinking about an escape strategy. As for the memory of being interrogated just now, he had already forgotten about it.

"Well, yes, Dad, summer camp is really fun! Well...that's it~"

Yuri smiled and hung up the phone.

"Alas..." He sighed in disappointment: "Forget it, just go back like this. I really want to see my father soon..."

…

"Ah sneeze——"

Catherine sneezed rarely.

"Someone is definitely scolding me."

She muttered.

"The drug will take effect after 24 hours. Your body will start to synthesize the t-x material. In fact, I think that manufacturing t-x through biosynthesis may be able to greatly speed up the production of this material... But unfortunately, the change

Proteins don’t seem to be that easy to synthesize.”

Jenny sighed beside him.

"I find that there are too many things that I have ignored recently... The Middle East, Europe, and the Far East all have a lot of things of mine..."

Catherine muttered.

"Don't worry, the time from now on is all your own." Jenny was scribbling in her notebook.

"Ah, it's really troublesome. If it wasn't because the core body couldn't be used for a long time, how could such a thing happen?"

She glanced outside the window.

But for now... let's finish our game first and then promote it!

I wonder if human logical thinking can be used to build an alternative supercomputer?

Although the technology tree of this world is getting more and more crooked, Catherine optimistically found that this world still seems to be quite interesting.

…

That's right, I'm just making a fuss =.=

I'm angry at you, and it's not because of the national football team, huh!