The beep of the instrument is very steady, once every second.The heartbeat is more gradual, almost pulsating in the ear, subtly staggered from the beep.

Footsteps, 300 directions.

Need to get up, need to attack, need to struggle until I am alone, until the blood runs dry.

Open your eyes, open, damn, eyes—

The white light pierced into the eyeballs like a sharp knife, and all the dormant senses started to work at the same time, and the already numb headache became restless, as if it was going to add up all the pain of the past few hours and burst out at this moment.Forced to close his eyes to avoid the bright light, Unnamed could taste the familiar smell of blood, filling his entire mouth, disgusting.

Usually he would force himself to drink cans of energy drinks, sweet and rusty mixed together, disgusting but had to endure.In fact, it’s not that bad to drink, compared with the feeling that the throat is dry and itchy now.

Footsteps, 300 direction, closer, too close.

The index finger moved, and with the small grasping movement, Unnamed could feel the nerves in his arm slowly recovering.Accumulate strength, and then kill the blow.He listened to the steady beep of the instrument and silently counted the frequency of his footsteps.

Three, two, one!

Unknown closed his eyes tightly, bounced off the bed, and rushed towards the direction where the footsteps stopped with lightning speed, pointing his right fist at the most likely position of the person’s head, trying to use all his strength to compensate The disadvantage of waking up from a coma with weak fists and feet.

The needle that was sunk deep into the left arm was pulled in this way, tearing a wound in the flesh and then falling down, the blood dripped on the cold guardrail, adding another uncoordinated rhythm to the heartbeat and the prompt sound of the instrument suddenly urging— —The sudden attack did not play its due role.Unnamed only felt a heart-rending pain from his right wrist, and all the power placed on his fist reacted against his body.

The effect of anesthesia on his right hand has not completely subsided, and he did not feel the shackles of the metal handcuffs.Unnamed gritted his teeth, twisted his waist at the last moment, fell to the ground as expected, and immediately changed to kneeling on one knee.

After such a whirlwind, my head became even more dizzy.Clenched his left hand into a fist and pressed it against the ground. The harder he tried, the faster the blood dripped, leaving a series of hideous traces on his forearm.

stay awake.Anonymous warned himself over and over again, then opened his eyes and looked at the person who was only a few feet away from him.

Compared with the glaring white awns around, the female agent in black looks very pleasing to the eye, Unnamed is hoarse and can’t speak, so he can only stare at her every move from an awkward looking up angle .

“Would you like a glass of water?” Unexpectedly, she calmly took the water glass beside the bed and handed it to the anonymous person, “I am Agent Natalia, and I belong to the National Security Bureau.”

He poured it into his mouth after taking the cup without a name. When drinking water, the agitation of his temples was particularly obvious. Every small movement could involve dark wounds all over his body, and even the dull pain in his right hand was very rhythmic.

“Where am I?” He was surprised that his voice was extremely hoarse, he pursed his lips, and said briefly.Although the map he relied on to see the surrounding situation disappeared, he still urgently needs to know where this is and whether the threat of the poisonous circle exists.

“America, New York.” Black Widow–Agent Natalia replied.She seemed to be able to understand what Unnamed was thinking, and the answer was equally simple and clear.

U.S.This is the second time hearing this word, Anonymous frowned.The last time the situation was urgent, there was no time to think about it. Now it sounds familiar. The “real world” mentioned by a certain player did mention this country.

He couldn’t contain the ecstasy in his heart, and almost smiled.There is no circle of poison, no purgatory of 100 people, this is simply… paradise.

Agent Natalia was the first to break the long silence, and asked softly: “Now can I call some nurses in and help you back to the bed first?” Probably to prevent him from violently hurting others again when he was on alert, her tone full of consolation.As it stands, men don’t have any unexpected superpowers.

Unnamed had absolutely no experience in dealing with such situations, so he could only nod against her probing gaze.

Everything was settled properly, and Anonymous lay back on the hospital bed. The new cut on his arm was covered with a thick bandage. He almost thought it was the conspiracy of those nurses. The mummified left arm was completely incapable of attacking now. utility.

The handcuffs on his right hand have still not been removed.

Agent Natalia is sitting by the bed, in a chair that happens to be out of range of his attack.Anonymous thinks that this arrangement is deliberate, not that this lady with obvious combat skills will be afraid of his attack, but just to add a psychological pressure of “powerlessness” to him.

“…Ask.” Unknown and her looked at each other, and smiled awkwardly but politely for a few minutes before slowly opening their mouths.As long as a rifle/gun is not pointed at his head, such psychological tactics of killing with eyes are of no use to him, but will make him want to return to the dormant state called “sleep”.

Hearing this, Agent Natalia’s eyes finally faded away from the illusion of caring and gentleness, revealing a sharp edge like a blade. Anonymous’s spirit was shaken, and his smile gradually widened.He thought of the only player friend on Jedi Island, who was also an incredibly strong woman, Agent Natalia’s current posture almost coincided with her.

“Who are you?” She started with the most basic question. On the other end of the headset, the technicians were ready to enter any name in the database, but they were destined to be disappointed.Just as facial and fingerprint recognition systems are useless on this face, the man’s name will never appear in any database.

“My name is Unknown.”

“Whose blood is on your body?” Agent Natalia decided to let go of this topic and ask the most critical question instead.After the unidentified was brought back, his belongings were subjected to the strictest examination.

Apart from the ridiculous-looking metal helmet, an ordinary P92 pistol/gun, and a frying pan, the most striking thing is the dried blood on the white shirt. DNA testing showed the blood did not belong to Anonymous himself, or any of the wounded in the lab at the time.

So here comes the problem.Who did he kill before inexplicably showing up in the lab?

This is hard to do.

Unknown blinked and realized that he had forgotten the name of the player he killed, so he chose to answer honestly: “I forgot.”

–

“I forgot.”

In the monitoring room, the head of state security, the commando captain and a male agent watched Natasha use her interrogation skills in silence.In the video, the man with brown hair and blue eyes raised his eyebrows and said relaxedly.When this question was mentioned, his attitude was too calm, and he couldn’t see the appearance of the lunatic tearing his arms full of blood just now.

His attitude towards killing is completely normal, and he doesn’t think there is any moral problem in this behavior.

The agent felt that the hairs on the back of his neck were going to stand up, so he could only force himself not to be ashamed in front of the director and the captain.He couldn’t imagine what kind of environment could breed such a cold-blooded animal who didn’t care about killing people.The upright captain frowned, expressing his strong condemnation of the unnamed Three Views.

“How much do you remember?” Natalia asked persistently. The female agent was not affected by Anonymous’ indifferent attitude at all, and firmly held the sovereignty of the conversation in her hands.

“Evil organization, laboratory, headache, nothing else.” Unnamed showed a kind smile, and the small canine teeth protruding from his lips were also captured by the high-definition camera.The director couldn’t help but want to help the blindfold. He had a premonition that this man who was suspected of being a mercenary or killer would be a great trouble.

The detailed medical report did show that the man had an extremely severe concussion, and memory loss was not out of the question.But his appearance was too strange, so he had to guard against it.

He can neither be allowed to stay in the national security headquarters full of secrets, nor can he be imprisoned in prison for no reason. They will allow them to throw a potentially innocent person into a felon prison and never see the light of day.

Therefore, whoever has the most upright three views should throw the blame to him.

“Captain, please take him back to the building and let your raider team take care of him.” The Director of National Security looked at the captain.

On the site of the Assault Squad, there is not only 24-hour intelligent surveillance, but also a whole team of “guards” with the strongest combat effectiveness in the world. There is no need to worry about the man running away quietly, which can be said to be a surefire solution.

After accepting this arrangement, Captain Roger himself was curious about the man who suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield, but his sense of responsibility urged him to let go of his desire to explore.The steps towards the ward were steady and orderly.

For some reason, he stood outside the one-way glass and observed the men in the ward.The messy brown hair can be called fluffy, probably because of blood loss or pain, Unnamed’s face is extremely pale, but no one will ignore the dangerous aura that is almost overflowing from him.

His smile looked a little “unskilled”, not that he was not camouflaged like some novice agents, but that his muscles were slightly stiff as if he hadn’t smiled like this for a long time.

Stephen pushed open the door of the ward, raised his eyes and met the person on the bed.Those icy blue eyes fixed on the door expectantly.Stephen dared to bet that his left hand, which was hidden under the thin quilt and was not bound by handcuffs, must have clenched his fist and accumulated strength, ready for a complete counterattack.

The person in front of him was a soldier, and Stephen could feel the shadow of the truth from the indelible smell of gunpowder smoke on his body without asking.He chose to face this man who didn’t know whether he was an enemy or a friend with the attitude of facing ordinary people, and he didn’t know whether it was right or wrong.

“Hi, I’m Stephen Roger.”

“Hi, I’m Unknown.”

From Jedi Island.Anonymous added in his heart.