If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

In the agent training of the Soviet secret police organization "KGB", the training of field personnel always emphasizes the word "distance". Whether it is assassination, tracking, or fighting, the word "distance" is always what every agent needs. Prioritize mastery skills.

In the ring with an area of ​​4.9 to 6.1 meters square inside the ropes, boxers control a term called "tension distance". In short, it is the distance at which the opponent can attack you if you take one step forward. You can also attack you. Attack him and knock him down in the blink of an eye, like a thunderbolt shot out of his arm like a bayonet.

The agents of the KGB also have their own "tense distance", which is the intuition developed in actual combat again and again. This is the "red line" belonging to the agents. Once they enter this range, any target will be dangerous to them. It is said that they are sure to kill with one strike.

Anyone who is familiar with Andrei in the KGB knows that his "tensile distance" is five meters. This is a quite exaggerated distance, because it means that any individual who comes within five meters of Andrei will be killed instantly. Risks, no exceptions.

But today, Andre encountered an exception.

The moment the girl moved, he felt the other party opening up a field. It felt like spider silk blown to his face by the wind, sticky. He subconsciously chanted his own field, but just before In an instant, his pupils shrank like needle eyes.

The girl disappeared.

Teleport? Invisible?

Andre suddenly raised his head and his eyes quickly moved left and right up and down to look for the figure, but suddenly he felt a tingling sensation coming from somewhere on his body. His throat!

A red line appeared on the tall man's throat. He instantly raised his hand to cover his neck, but blood still poured out from between his fingers.

No, it's speed, the ultimate, the speed that is shocking and incomprehensible!

By the time Andre understood this, the mysterious realm that shrouded the vast coniferous forest had dissipated.

Under the coniferous tree not far behind him, the little girl was holding a bone dagger in her hand, with a trace of blood red on the edge of the bone dagger. Heat was rising all over her body, and the black scales were greedily swallowing like life. Ice cold air.

For users of the word spirit "Time Zero", the so-called tight distance and safe distance have no meaning.

In the eyes of 'Time Zero', there is only one distance.

Killing distance.

The girl watched without saying a word as Andre, who was not far away, covered his throat and knelt on the ground. The knife she had just cut almost cut half of the other person's neck, from the vocal cords, laryngeal chamber to the neck bone, for tens of seconds. Internal blood will be choked into the lungs with breathing.

Andre's back twitched twice, and the open area quietly closed.

For ten years, maybe more, a KGB ace agent, a man who went through life and death, wandered around in various traps and heavy firearms, finally died at the hands of a girl of about eleven or twelve years old. Telling this kind of thing will probably make people laugh. . But this is the fact, and this is exactly the power that the Red Empire of the Soviet Union dreamed of, and it was the hope that they relied on to make a comeback.

The little girl looked at Andre's back, which finally fell to the ground, clutching his throat, and walked over. Snowflakes fell from the coniferous tree above her head and fell on the back of the man's military uniform. She raised the bone dagger in her hand and pointed it at the back of her heart. The position was stabbed.

It was at this moment that Andre suddenly moved on the ground.

He should have been unable to move with half his throat cut open, but just when the little girl was close enough to him, he suddenly turned sideways and stared at the girl coldly with a pair of golden eyes.

The explosion like an aircraft gun set off a large amount of snowflakes. It was an explosion that was more tearing than thunder. In the raised snow and dust, the little girl flew backwards and rolled to the ground, turning over several times like a rag doll. Got down.

A slender arm with thick coat sleeves flew up, hit the branch of a coniferous tree and hung up. You could clearly see that the broken arm was still holding a bone dagger tightly in its hand.

The little girl on the ground looked up blankly at the white sky between the branches. Blood flowed from the tear in her right shoulder and dyed the ground red.

what happened? Wasn't the enemy killed by him? Why can you still attack yourself?

Severe pain spread across her shoulders, and the little girl's face wrinkled up because of the pain, but she never uttered any wails or screams. An unimaginable uprightness made her only twitch slightly on the ground to relieve her muscles. The pain of a broken arm.

There was tens of seconds of dead silence in the coniferous forest. When everything quieted down, Andre, who was supposed to have his throat cut to death on the ground, slowly stood up. His right hand that was covering his neck was also released, revealing The bloody streak on his throat that was still oozing.

Really just a little bit close.

The Makarov pistol that Andre held in his left hand was still smoking from the muzzle, and it was not difficult to guess that it was responsible for the explosion just now.

It is exactly the same as the thunderous shooting in the wooden house. It is obviously just a small-caliber pistol but it can make a sound like an aircraft cannon, making people wonder whether the magazine is stuffed with miniature missiles. But if the Soviet Union can really do this level, the Cold War would not have ended with the defeat of the Red Empire.

"It's really scary." Andre's voice was dull and cold, because he really wandered in front of the stall of death.

In other words, he should have really died, but for some unknown reason, he survived and seized the opportunity of the little girl's autopsy to fight back.

But the battle is not over yet.

In Andre's sinking gaze, the little girl on the ground slowly got up. The dark scales were crawling on the shoulders of the broken arms. The gurgling blood gradually weakened until the bleeding stopped. From his sight, he could It was seen that the rotten flesh on the severed arm was squirming and swelling like bean sprouts, constantly wrapping around the exposed pale bones.

Is that human being?

Without hesitation, he raised the Makarov pistol in his hand, pointed it at the severed arm hanging from a coniferous branch dozens of meters away, and fired.

An explosion like an aircraft gun sounded again, and the entire snow on the ground shook for a moment. Bloody rain with flesh and bones scattered in the sky fell. Lieutenant Colonel Andre and the little girl were both bathed in the blood rain. Let the rotten flesh hit his shoulders, scrape across his cheeks, and stick to his hair.

The bone dagger spun and fell, right at the little girl's feet. Her face was a little pale due to blood loss, but her golden eyes of lava were not dimmed at all, and she still stared at Andre coldly and horribly.

"Why?" the little girl said softly.

Andre responded with silence.

"I should have cut your neck, in half."

Andre still responded with silence.

No explanation.

It is an extremely stupid thing to arrogantly and triumphantly explain your own power to the enemy in battle. The KGB agents who would do this would have died long ago, and the rest are real silent killing tools.

When she didn't get an answer, the little girl stopped asking.

"Don't pick up that dagger." Andre said suddenly when he saw the little girl vaguely bending sideways.

Under the gaze of the other party, he said, "I do need to take you back to Moscow, but I don't want to take you back as an experimental animal."

The little girl didn't move.

Lieutenant Colonel Andre lowered his gun and pointed it at the ground, "Child, there is no need for us to fight to the death. I said that the motherland will guarantee your future life and safety. This is not a lie."

"There is no difference." The little girl's lips moved slightly.

Is there any difference between Black Swan Port and the Soviet Union? no difference.

The little girl who knows too many inside stories about Black Swan Port knows clearly that the real investor behind Black Swan Port is the huge red empire.

"There is a difference." Lieutenant Colonel Andre said coldly, "I can see that you suffered a lot of pain and suffering in that port, but I can guarantee that the motherland will not treat you as expendables because it is meaningless at all. !”

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"But we do need you." Lieutenant Colonel Andre looked directly at the little girl and said, "The motherland is now falling apart. We need hope, and you are hope. I will not convince you with any patriotism or honor, because I guess you have never received any preferential treatment from your motherland since you were born, and you may not even have a formal identity or nationality."

"But." He said in a deep voice, "But, I hope you know that your identity has been exposed, Black Swan Port has also been exposed, countless people will find you, and you need a place to go after all! The motherland is your last place!"

"I can't help you."

Seeing that the little girl did not take action again but communicated, Andre quickly answered, "If you can understand what I said, you should know that the motherland is now torn apart, and all scientific research laboratories have also been split up, and the results and The research instruments were taken away, which means that the current Soviet Union cannot support the technological traceability of the 'Butterfly Project'!"

The little girl looked at Lieutenant Colonel Andre silently, her expression and eyes did not reveal any trust.

"I insist on taking you back, I just want a witness." Andre lowered his head slightly, "I don't want you to have the technical achievements of Black Swan Port, what I want is evidence. The Black Swan Port experiment was successful. Evidence! And you are the evidence!"

"evidence.?"

"Even if we get you, we don't have any conditions to analyze and restore your secrets! Human experiments will no longer be carried out, because all projects related to human experiments require a lot of funds and secret locations!" Andre looked at it The little girl slowed down her speech, trying her best to let the child understand what he meant, "Now the Soviet Union cannot provide these, and what we need most now is not technology, but a hope. A hope that can reunite the high-level collective party heart. "

A hope, an opportunity, and evidence that can convince everyone to reunite again.

"We will place you well and let you live with your brother." Andre continued to persuade, "You only need to provide us with information about Black Swan Harbor and tell everyone you meet about the situation in Black Swan Harbor. The results and process of the experiment, this is all you need to do - the facts and witnesses of the success of the Black Swan Harbor experiment, and whether Dr. Herzog is still alive."

Andre's words suddenly got stuck.

Because under his gaze, the broken arm of the little girl's shoulder actually began to wriggle out like a snake. No, it was not a snake, but tendons like living creatures, intertwined with the new-born pale skin. The bones extend downward, and black scales cover their surfaces to protect the fragile pink flesh.

A broken right arm grew back in dozens of breaths. The little girl bent down and picked up the bone dagger on the ground.

"I refuse," said the little girl, "don't mention that name."

The hairs all over Andre's body stood on end at this moment, and the chant in his mouth was compressed into a sharp and huge sound, reactivating the realm surrounding him!

He raised the Makarov in his hand and was about to take aim, but the girl had disappeared - no, she had rushed to his face at an incredible speed.

This time Andre actually saw the other party's movements clearly. The ghostly black shadow passed by the edge of his retina at a speed that was difficult for his eyeballs to catch, and passed him by!

Yan Ling Time Zero.

In the little girl's perception, everything slowed down as the field expanded. The corners of Andre's mouth twitched, the ripples on the cuffs of his military uniform when he raised the pistol, and the drops of blood falling from his hair.

She ran forward, step by step, and came to Andre before the pistol was raised, and pierced the heart of the opponent's uniform with a knife.

This time, after confirming that the bone dagger had pierced the opponent's heart, she pulled it out and cut it across the neck a second time, passing him by and widening the distance.

Time zero is lifted.

Andre suddenly knelt down and covered his heart and throat, but this time he did not fall to the ground.

The same trick can only be used once. Little girls are not stupid.

Blood dripped on the snow. The little girl looked at the lieutenant colonel who stood up and turned around with dangerous and solemn eyes and said, "Why?"

This was the second time she asked this because she really didn't understand what was happening before her.

Blood was oozing from Andre's throat, and there was a hole in the military uniform on his chest, but the two wounds were only minor injuries.

Minor injury?

No, this was impossible. She had clearly stabbed the knife into her chest and pulled away after making sure it was completely penetrated.

The little girl looked at Andre's whole body carefully, and suddenly she said, "Your speech spirit?"

Andre stopped talking, his golden eyes exuded an icy danger, and his whole person began to exude a beast-like aura.

He's going to really start working hard.