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Europe, a secret base.

In a bright classroom, a middle-aged man wearing glasses stood on the podium, wearing a black uniform, always smiling on his face.

No one knows his name, everyone calls him "instructor".

There are six rows and six rows below, with a total of thirty-six "students".

The students are of different ages. The youngest is only seven or eight years old, and the oldest looks over sixty years old. Each of them is holding a booklet and is seriously

It is said to be reading, but in fact every page is just filled with numbers, and there is no text at all.

Thirty-six people, maintaining the same posture, even their breathing frequency is almost the same, reading page by page, no one speaks, and no one is impatient.

Suddenly, an elderly man couldn't help but open his mouth slightly and yawned.

The next second, the wall above the head opened, a gun stretched out, and banged, and two bullets were shot out.

The bullet penetrated the chest and the old man died on the spot.

Seeing the death around them, no one dared to speak. The students clenched their teeth and restrained their trembling instincts. Even if the blood spurted out of the old man's chest splashed into their eyes, they did not dare to reach out to wipe it, widened their eyes and looked at the numbers in the book.

Even the youngest girl sitting in the front was no exception. Tears were flowing down, and she remembered her mother's words and would never move. If she moved, she would never see her mother again, just like the old man and her "disappeared" friend before.

Nearly an hour passed.

"Okay, the reading time is over, it's time for you to go back to bed."

The instructor smiled and knocked on the table. The students below placed the booklet neatly in the center of the table, stood up, and remained absolutely silent and left the classroom in an orderly manner.

After walking out of the teacher, the little girl threw herself into a woman's arms and cried loudly.

Her name is Lisa, Lisa Margaret.

Little Lisa and her mother met a group of liars while traveling to Spain, and then they were abducted to this place. When they first came, they were a family of three, but on the third day, Lisa's father tried to resist, but was shot to death in front of her daughter and wife.

People in the classroom all have similar experiences to this mother and daughter, and there are thirty-three such classrooms.

That is, there are 1,188 people in total.

A few days ago, the number of people was even greater, but some left the base.

That's right, this base can be left, and there are two ways to leave.

The first type is to become a corpse, and the second type is to become a "perfect person".

"Sister, do you think my mother and I can be perfect people and leave here? Just like Uncle Jack today." Little Lisa asked.

They returned to the dormitory under the escort of soldiers and enjoyed a short rest time.

The woman who was called sister by Lisa turned her head when she heard the girl's call. Under her short brown hair, she was an ordinary European woman's face.

She was Natasha who concealed her identity and sneaked in.

Ten days ago, Natasha finally came to this secret base in order to track down the missing population and used herself as bait.

At first, she thought that this secret base was controlled by a terrorist organization and used the bodies of ordinary people to conduct illegal experiments. After getting along, these guys just let her exercise, keep sleep, and eat without any poison. The protein, vitamins, and carbohydrates were very balanced. It is no exaggeration to say that the treatment here is comparable to a nursing home.

Of course, the premise is to ignore the terrible discipline and the special booklet full of numbers.

The people at the base require them to read it every day until they can recite it completely. Those who have completed the recitation task and are in good health can apply to become "perfect person" and leave the base.

According to the base, every "perfect person" will enjoy the top life, and from now on, there will be no more pain, poverty, and separation.

This kind of religious propaganda cannot deceive Natasha, but many people really believe in this, and some even spontaneously form religious groups. Whenever a "perfect person" appears in the base, they will rush over and kneel down, kiss each other's instep, and recite primitive and pious words in their mouths.

Natasha is very familiar with this trick of controlling people's hearts. This is how the past was done, giving people the hope that can be seen in despair, and using hope to control people's behavior. This history is clearly written in museums and history books, but less than a hundred years have passed, people have forgotten it all.

Looking at Lisa who was still silently reciting the numbers, Natasha didn't know how to persuade the girl to give up, so she could only look at the girl's mother.

"You won't believe in a perfect person, right?"

The young mother had complicated eyes. At first she didn't believe it, but when she saw a "perfect man" leave, she sometimes thought-

What if it is true?

If you can really leave, don’t worry about your daughter’s death?

if……

Without getting the answer he wanted, Natasha lay down again and closed her eyes.

Late at night, she opened her eyes.

After lurking these days, Natasha had already figured out the general structure, camera position, and patrol frequency of the base. She walked to Lisa and her mother's bed and pressed it a few times on the neck and back of her head to ensure that they could sleep more soundly.

Then, she took out two steel wires, opened the dormitory door two or three times and walked out.

Every Sunday, today, is the day when the selection of people is perfect. Today, a total of seven "lucky people" who have completed the recitation and passed the selection. They changed into new white clothes and left the base amid the blessings and cheers of everyone, and went to enjoy their new life.

Natasha stabbed a miniature tracker into one of the people, and now she wanted to see where these people were sent. She believed that as long as she knew the destination of these "perfect people", the real purpose of the secret base would be revealed.

Along the way, she avoided patrols and carried out many disguises in the middle. In just a few minutes, she arrived at the deep area of ​​the base.

She followed the signal and came to a closed laboratory.

The door of the laboratory is an electronic lock, and the camera is facing the top of her head, so she can't do it easily. Natasha glanced at the window and saw a swaying figure.

She was not in a hurry and walked to the dead corner of the camera and waited silently.

About forty minutes later, two staff members in full-body protective clothing each pushed a trolley out, with six black glass jars placed on the trolley rack.

As soon as they walked out of the room, Natasha took advantage of the gap that the electronic door had not yet been completely closed, and Natasha threw out a button. The button flew against the ground, jamming the crack of the door. The door looked like it was closed, but there was actually a gap.

When the person walked away, she immediately walked in.

After entering the laboratory, Natasha frowned tightly, and fire seemed to appear in her eyes.

The laboratory was filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant, and seven corpses that had not yet been cold were lying quietly on the test bench.

She walked to a corpse and raised her arm, and the source of the signal was here.

Jack Natasha recalls the young man's name.

These seven people are the lucky ones who were selected as "perfect people" today. As Natasha had guessed before, what awaits them is not a happy new life, but death.

Or in the most cruel way.

Natasha looked at the seven bodies, their skulls were cut from the eyebrow bones, and the inside was empty. Suddenly she remembered the glass jars placed on the cart just now. Could it be...

No, the quantity is wrong.

There are only six glass jars on the car, and there are seven dead, and there are still few-

Natasha's eyes were frozen.

A trash can next to it was thrown into it with a broken brain.

The memory, life, and dignity belonging to this person are like the position where it is discarded at this moment, and are regarded as garbage.

Natasha confirmed the purpose of the secret base: the brain, they want the living brain of humans!

But new problems arise, why do they need so many brains?

What is the purpose of taking out a series of behaviors performed before the brain, adjusting diet, exercise, and reciting numbers?

Natasha took a deep breath, temporarily put down her questions, opened the door and walked out. With the super personal ability of the legendary agent, she successfully tracked two staff members who transported their brains and arrived at the core area.

Hiding in a shadow, there is a spaceship at the end of your sight. The answer is gradually clear.

All of this is an alien conspiracy, and the owner and staff of this base sell their souls for money and slaughter the sinners of their compatriots.

At this point, the truth was revealed, and Natasha's work ended here. Next, all she had to do was return to the dormitory, sleep peacefully until the next day, and then use the escape passage that had been prepared long ago to leave this secret base during exercise time.

As long as you leave here and pass the message back to S.H.E.L.D., these anti-human bastards will accept the punishment they deserve.

She planned it this way, but the plan changed the next morning when she had breakfast.

The instructor walked in with a smile, he clapped his hands, and everyone put down his fork. The instructor enjoyed this feeling of being noticed. After waiting for a few seconds, he cleared his throat and said in an envious tone:

"Yesterday we selected seven perfect people, but one of them gave up enjoying a wonderful life and was willing to return to ordinary society and lead ordinary people with his wisdom and knowledge."

"I admire this lofty ideal." The instructor looked down at him and saw faces full of expectations. "Yes, just like you think, because of Jack's abandonment, we have an extra place for the perfect man this week. After discussions by senior officials all night, we decided that the lucky one who sat on the waiter was..."

Everyone's heartbeats, and the simple restaurant seemed to be the Oscars. Only Natasha, who was sitting at the edge, knew that this ticket belonged to the death train.

This group of bastards had one case of failure in the operation last night, but they actually wanted to catch another one the next day!

The instructor took out a note, looked down, paused for two seconds, and read out a name:

"Lisa, Ms. Lisa Margaret."

"Yeah!" Little Lisa, who was sitting opposite Natasha, stood up with a smile, and her mother hugged her daughter and burst into tears.

Tears of happiness.

Fark!

Natasha bent her fork.