Steel steam and flame

Bright lights were on in the corridors and corridors, and everything was completely exposed to the air. Still using the same cautious approach, Cassia was worried about Lian and Taranto, but the enemy had already had time to pretend to be the counter service staff in the lobby, which already explained a lot.

If there were no unexpected reasons, Cassia had already predicted the outcome of the two people. Why did this originally simple mission turn into this? In such a huge environment as the empire, as a surgeon, there may never be a possibility of escaping, and the lives of ordinary humans are even more fragile.

There was no one in the corridor, and all the decorations and arrangements were exactly the same as when he left. Unexplained abstract paintings are more likely to induce sleep when viewed at night. It was so eerily quiet that even the whirring sound of the air conditioner seemed to be covered by something. Even when I opened my cross pupils, I couldn't hear any sound.

Naturally, when walking in the corridor, the perception of eyes and ears spreads far away. I deliberately slowed down a little in front of Julien and Taranto's room. Through the metal door, I didn't feel any smell coming from inside. Until Cassia walked to the door of his room, nothing could break into his perception network.

Use the password card to open the door to the room, hide aside and wait for more than ten seconds, until he was sure there was no problem inside, then walked in silently, turned on the light, and closed the door. The items were placed as before, with no changes at all.

Doris's room not far away was exactly the same, everything was as it was before.

"No one." Cassia turned off the light and thought, then quietly closed the metal door.

The only rooms left were those of Julien and Taranto. The password card had been put in his trouser pocket after fighting with the woman at the counter, and there was no need to use violence to destroy it. And their door locks were intact. When the enemy found them, they also used other safer and more reliable methods to open the door.

Insert the password card into the card slot on the side, and the door of Taranto's room opens, revealing a secret darkness. The air inside was still a little warm. It seemed that Taranto had turned off the air circulation system when he left, and the air conditioner was not even turned on. There is no breath of life at all.

Still no movement. When you walk in, you can see Taranto's communication tools placed on the table, with many lines and matching electrical boards spread out. The indicator light is still glowing red intermittently, indicating that it has not been damaged and is still working normally.

At this moment, Cassia finally felt something was wrong. After leaving here, he quickly came to Julien's room and inserted the password card. This time, he didn't have to wait any longer. Observing through the small mirror, the curtains were tightly drawn in the room, and it was a darker black. The lights of the corridor are clearly separated from it, and the black color does not allow any color contamination. The ray of light that squeezed in had no illuminating effect at all, and could only reveal a smudge-like black patch that could not be removed.

As if it were a human-shaped object, Cassia walked into the air-conditioned room, turned on the light, and the air she exhaled turned into a white smoke spurting forward between her breaths. The sound of whirring air flow returned to Cassia's ears at this time, with the highest power and sufficient quantity.

But the people in front of me can no longer enjoy such a temperature. Although in a closed space, it can no longer be called comfortable to the senses.

Maybe the time of death was not long, or maybe it was because of the complete air-conditioning in the room, because the painful and distorted expression was still very real and vivid on the face that was deliberately preserved completely. The yellowed waxed floor was covered with blood, which was very evenly spread, covering almost half of the room like running water. Standard adult blood volume.

The body of Julien, a member of the team, was used as a kite and was propped up like clothes hanging out to dry. It was placed in the center of the room with a chair. The blood was completely drained. The other party understood the structure of the human body very well and knew where to cut, so that the blood could flow completely and freshly without coagulating in the blood vessels. Except for the remaining face, not a single inch of the rest is complete.

The knife is very sharp and the technique is very delicate.

Looking at the scene in front of her that was rendered white by the temperature, Cassia didn't know what expression or evaluation she should make. In addition to sighing in my heart, it was like a frozen lake, and it would be difficult to cause any ripples even if a boulder fell into it. Casualties during missions were normal. This concept was deeply rooted in his mind and even became the source of paralysis.

The blood under the feet has not completely coagulated, and Cassia's footprints are recorded like gravure printing. It's a thin layer, but it doesn't feel very soft when you step on it.

Still feeling a strange feeling in his heart, Cassia examined the small room and found that the enemy did not leave anything that could be called a clue. But inside my brain I always feel like I'm missing something important.

Is it the lack of compassion for life that makes me instinctively feel a little lost? Cassia doesn't think he is such a great person. "I am just a person who is still struggling." Cassia said to herself, and the touch under her feet became extremely strong at this time.

He lowered his head and glanced again at the bright ground stained red by blood. The blood seemed to become a little brighter and more solid in a short period of time. However, there was obviously a large amount of blood in the room, but until now, there was no smell of blood in the air, except for the coldness as always.

Finally knowing what was wrong, Cassia's mind went blank for a moment, causing a dazzling trance in her eyes. Her heartbeat began to accelerate, and Cassia immediately turned around to leave Julien's room. However, there was only a few meters away from the door of the room, but in his eyes, this distance had extended infinitely. With every step he took, the strength of his body was rapidly draining away, and the thoughts in his brain had begun to stop moving forward. Even if he struggled, it would have no effect.

He stretched out his hand to hold the metal door. In his blurry eyes, the scenery began to decompose, and the distance could no longer be measured with the eyes. The outstretched hand failed, and the body leaning forward fell in front of the door. He tried to use the remaining strength of his arms to hold himself up, but his nerves were completely paralyzed.

His eyelids were about to fall like floodgates. The door in front of him opened in Cassia's eyes, and a pair of feet wearing exquisite black leather shoes were standing there.

"Biological medicine?" Cassia's brain short-circuited, and the light and thoughts disappeared in her brain at the same time.

"Huh, luckily I was prepared." Looking at the people who fell at his feet, Doihe put away his pistol, touched the sweat on his face and said, "It's really surprising, these are a few people specially prepared for the surgeons. It’s a terrifying system to take such a long time to make you unconscious with such a heavy potion. After waiting for so long, I was still worried that the potion had expired, why it took so long and it still had no effect.”

As he said this, he lifted Cassia's body. The unusual weight made Doikh's body pause for a moment.

"If it weren't for the agreement with Savina, I really want to kill you here with one shot, and save a lot of effort." Doich picked up the unconscious Cassia and closed the door of the room. He squinted his eyes and looked around, and found that there was no movement. Then he walked towards the elevator cautiously like a little thief. With a crisp "ding" sound, the protective door opened and he stepped in.

It wasn't until the protective door was completely closed that the sound of taking a deep breath after holding it for a long time was heard from the corner. Wearing round-lens glasses, the reflected light makes it impossible to see clearly the eyes under the lenses from many angles. Wearing ordinary summer clothes and carrying food wrapped in oil paper, only then did the aroma show through the tight packaging. But Doich, who took the elevator down, could no longer smell it.