Martial Arts Prodigy? Sorry I'm Kryptonian

Who is that man?

Today is different, Ye Ren doesn't even need to be near the martial arts gym.

Look directly through the wall and see through.

At the same time, super hearing also allows him to clearly capture the sound.

"You disobeyed my orders."

"Father, I'm just trying to control that power."

"You don't need control, you're just a one-time tool for tissue culture, you just have to function at the right time."

"..."

The monitor bowed her head while the man in front of her.

He looked at her indifferently.

"The next month's inhibitor will be reduced by one bottle, this is your punishment."

"Yes, father."

"Your mother said, your injuries are all healed, what's going on."

"I have no idea…"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly.

He stared at the squad leader with gloomy and deep eyes.

Finally he said hoarsely:

"You are just a tool, you just need to carry out my orders."

"Yes, father."

"If you can't do it, I will destroy you with my own hands, and then... let someone else replace you."

"..."

Ye Ren clearly heard the squad leader's heart beating faster.

She is nervous.

Maybe…

It's fear.

"Yes, father."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

His eyes stayed on the monitor for a while.

Sudden.

"About Ye Ren, what do you want to say."

Ye Ren was startled when he heard his own name.

The squad leader's heartbeat became more rapid.

But there was no change on her face:

"He is my classmate, father."

"No, you're hiding something...I'll give you a chance to tell me now."

"He's just my classmate, father."

The middle-aged man showed disappointment in his eyes.

I saw him shaking his head indifferently:

"Tools don't need emotion, you've...lost value."

The squad leader lowered his head.

But the air around her was heating up rapidly.

A hint of threat flashed across the eyes of the middle-aged man.

He whispered:

"If you don't want him to be hurt, just be quiet for me."

The warming air returned to normal.

The monitor raised his eyes.

The middle-aged man looked at each other with cold, empty eyes.

"Originally, you were a tool created by the organization for that plan, but now you are no longer qualified."

"But you still have some use value to avoid waste."

"I need you to perform a task. If it is completed...I will give you freedom."

talking.

The middle-aged man showed a small bottle in front of the monitor.

It is about the thickness of a thumb, half the length of a chopstick, and the liquid inside emits a faint blue fluorescence under the moonlight.

"This is a neutralizer. After injection, your abilities will be permanently removed."

That means.

true freedom.

A trace of uncontrollable longing appeared on the monitor's face.

She had to take inhibitor injections every month to control the increasingly violent energy in her body.

She must suppress her emotions at all times to avoid catastrophic consequences.

She has to transform herself into an emotionless monster in order to stand beside the person she likes.

"You will be free, my daughter, when you have completed your mission."

"Yes! Father!"

There was a gleam in the squad leader's empty eyes.

That is the light of hope.

It is her gloomy life that brings warm and untouchable light!

"..."

Ye Ren's face was covered with frost when he heard this.

I really don't know much about the monitor's secrets, but it's very stupid to come forward rashly now.

More information must be gathered.

If the squad leader is unwilling to take the initiative to say it, then let me find it out with my own hands!

"my daughter."

At this time.

The middle-aged man suddenly sighed.

He bent down and gently stroked the squad leader's hair, his eyes seemed to turn into pity:

"This bottle of inhibitor can last for three days. I'll give you three days off. You can do whatever you want."

"Come back in three days, complete the final mission, and you will be free."

The squad leader took the small bottle in surprise.

The middle-aged man got up with a flick of his sleeves and disappeared at the exit of the martial arts hall.

The squad leader stared at the night in a daze for a while.

In the end, she couldn't wait to inject the inhibitor into herself.

The middle-aged man looked back at the martial arts hall from a distance, his eyes were indifferent:

"This is my last gift to you, my daughter."

(Ask for flowers, free flowers _(:з」∠)_, of course, if there are tickets, I will be happier!)