To Four Thousand Years Later

By now, Dorothea couldn't stop. This is like when a killer is very close to the assassination target, Pucha who suddenly appeared gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder: "Brother, you stole something, he was captured by us, you go to the police station." At this time, the killer must be full of hesitation and confusion.

Should I **** follow the police? Did the policeman notice me? If I run now, will I be exposed? If I don't run, will I just throw myself into the trap? Will it be too unnatural if things are not needed? If you want something, you have to go to the police station with Ruo. She can only hope that Ruo, the person who originally picked her up, will realize that something is wrong and notify her as soon as possible. above. In this way, some fighters should rush over, rescue themselves and transport the memory box of Adair Laird together.

It's a pity that those people didn't seem to realize that Dorothea was calling them for help faintly. And Dr. Norbert is also very smart.

After he realized that something was wrong, he immediately drove the car very fast. He didn't turn on the music, but kept the environment in the car quiet enough, and drove towards the headquarters of Chang's Security Company without a pause. Dorothea didn't know what to say at this time. She could only sullenly, try to maintain a haughty persona, and sit in her seat without saying a word. Her long, curly brown hair hangs down on the left side—this is to block the probing eyes of Forty Two on the left. The depth of her emerald-like left single eye branded with runes is extremely suppressed, but she seems to feel that the fear she hides is completely out of shape in the eyes of the girl with short black hair. Stared at by that child's calm and indifferent gaze, she had the feeling that when she was taking the art exam back then, several teachers opened their mechanical prosthetic eyes and watched and recorded quietly.

It's gross.

They didn't seem to be looking at a young girl full of youthful vigor. It's not a beautiful body with bumps and convexities, but a moving piece of flesh, a set of human bones that are creaking and writhing. It wasn't jealousy, it wasn't love, or hatred, or envy that she was familiar with those eyes as well. They have always been with Dorothea, and have been for more than thirty years. And this child named Forty-two, he looked at him, as if he was thinking about how to solve himself. Under the strong uneasiness and apprehension in her heart, Dorothea remained motionless, sitting calmly with a calm expression.

Suddenly, Forty-Two spoke.

He stared at Dorothea, and said in an elegant and quiet voice: "Sister, how old are you today?".

Sister this year: 18 years old.

Dorothea paused, then turned her face slightly to show a gentle smile: "What about you?"

"Based on the time of birth, forty should not be a full moon yet. He is still a child. But the next sentence he uttered sent chills down Dorothea's spine, as if falling into a cave of ice: You shouldn't be Forty-eight?"

That was my real age.

A chill instantly hit the back of the head straight from the tailbone, and Dorothea felt her ten fingers instantly become icy cold, the blood all over her body moved and gathered towards the lower body, and her head felt dizzy and buzzing, but she absolutely couldn't rub it at this time. She just barely showed a displeased expression, stretched out her hand to stroke her hair indifferently, and replied leisurely: "You are very disrespectful to a lady when you talk like that, girl. I understand once you steal Adele The crime of Laird's memory box should have nothing to do with me?"

Forty-two interrupted her again: "You mean to say that, Ms. Dorothea?"

Dorothy froze on the seat like a stone statue. not moving at all.

And just for a brief moment, she suddenly spread the five fingers of her left hand, and grabbed forty-two's face. Following the low sound of the blade cutting leather, five extremely sharp silver-gray blades suddenly slipped out from under Dorothy Hong's wine-red nails.

The blade was thin and short, and it raised its head towards Forty-Two like a snake letter. In just a split second, half a second, a third of a second, her slender **** can penetrate this person's eyeballs and shatter her brain. And she will hold forty-two's head as a fulcrum, and quickly cut off Dr. Norbert's neck artery with her right hand. And at the moment Chang Xi was preparing for battle, she hinted to him that it could trigger the poison on him, which was what she originally planned.

After all, the distance between her and Forty-two was less than one-third of a meter.

The other party was just an eleven or twelve-year-old unarmed female synthetic human with no combat experience, let alone a plan for such emergencies. She had it in her head. It should be all about secretarial and pleasure knowledge. At this distance, Dorothea, who possesses a deadly weapon and her body has been improved, can easily take her life. Forty-two suddenly disappeared before Dorothea's eyes.

That is not some invisible ability. Forty-two's body is as soft as a snake, he easily slid down the car seat, and broke free from the seat belt, dodging Dorothea's attack but his body There is no such thing as getting stuck between the seat and the seat. As he slid all the way to the ground, Forty-Two's slender and powerful legs stretched upwards along the seat behind Dr. Norbert until his knees hung on the car seat. He easily made a 180-degree vertical rotation in the small space inside the car.

While avoiding Dorothea's pounce, at the same time, the seat belt held by his left hand was pulled down to the end, and Dorothea's left bone subconsciously stretched along the downward forty, But it happened to be caught by the wrist by the tightened seat belt, and it was fixed in the air without going up or down. At the same time, Forty-two's right hand suddenly stuck out.

The immature, slender and short right arm popped out like a whip, and with his sit-up-like movements, twisted the muscles of the whole body to the point.

a blow of understanding

It struck Dorothea's left temple fiercely like a strange white arc. Such a powerful blow aimed at the vital point made Dorothea's brain empty for a while. After he punched while hanging upside down on the back of the chair, he pressed his right hand on Dorothea's left thigh. With his left hand, he grabbed the end of the seat belt and used it as leverage to rise up in the narrow space. The legs pinched the dazed Dorothea's neck precisely.

Dorothea only had time to let out a sound, and her cervical spine was broken with a rattling sound, and was easily broken by Forty's legs.

From the moment Dorothea stretched out her hand to stab Forty-Two, the whole process took less than two seconds.

"She wasn't brain dead. I didn't kill her in a way that would damage her brain or allow her to call for help.

Chang Xiyi said

He looked at Forty-Two, who was like a precise killing machine, and was stunned.