Causal loop

"Oh shit!"

Clutching her injured arm, the Pharah hid behind a broken wall that was attacked by the enemy. Her wing arm was also injured and she could no longer fly. If she was found hiding here, the only thing waiting for her would be captive.

"Hiss—" She obviously heard the enemy's footsteps, she tried her best to hide behind the wall, and clung to the stones on the ground tightly. She didn't want to fail like this, how could she be worthy of her dead mother if she didn't let her!

Seeing that there were still four bullets in his gun, he weighed his abilities and made up his mind.

She jumped out of the wall suddenly, shot four times with her gun in the direction where she heard the footsteps, "Go to hell!"

For so long, Faree had only tried two or three blind shots, and she didn't think she could really hit the opponent.

After shooting, Faree ran forward clutching her injured arm, hoping that the wind and dust raised could sustain her until she escaped successfully.

She ran forward with all her strength, but before she could run far, she seemed to be lifted up, and her steps were much lighter, and she even flew into the sky. She turned her head and saw a woman with golden hair, smiling and watching Own.

"Angela..."

"Huh?" The angel hummed softly, then kissed the Pharah's forehead, and continued to fly into the sky with her in his arms, fleeing the battlefield.

Faree blushed so much that she buried her head in the angel's arms, not daring to look at him, for fear that her little thoughts would be discovered.

"Why are you so light?" the angel said, holding each other in his arms, and it seemed to be a bit of a hand.

"Your mother entrusted you to me, but I didn't expect that I would still make you thinner. This is a shame for professional doctors."

"Well..." She just likes vegetarians, she dare not say it out, for fear that the other party will invent something strange to her again.

"Go home, I'll give you some of my latest fat-gaining medicine."

What the hell is that!Farrell complained fiercely in her heart, if this person was not for her mother's companion during her lifetime, as well as her secret crush, she would really shoot her away, always using her private power to invent some people Something that is morally ashamed and unacceptable.

Angela looked down and saw Farrell's face turned red, so she knew what she was thinking. The kid who can guess at a glance is really cute. She hasn't decided to eat her yet, probably because of the other party. His mother has passed away, so it's just a moral point that he can't do this.

There are many times when people can’t restrain what they want in their hearts. No matter how high your achievements are, it’s useless. You will still go against your own ideas. Just like Dr. Angela, this excellent battlefield The doctor has been a little troubled recently.

"Your arm is badly injured." Angela said, looking at Farella's bleeding arm.

"It hurts..." Seeing Angela bandaging herself gently, Farrell felt a little uncomfortable at first.

"Hmm..." Because of the pain, even Pharah, who has strong muscles, couldn't help but groan.

[It's so interesting——] Angela really wanted to grab the little fresh meat in front of her, and felt that it would be even more delicious than she imagined.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little..."

"I've finished bandaging, I want to see if there are any wounds on your body, can you?" Angela put the gauze aside, then looked at Farrell's mecha, imagining the scene of the other party taking off his clothes, thinking about it It feels great, such a strong body, full of strength and vitality.

"Okay." Farrell took off the mecha and put it on the ground, revealing her strong arms. Angela asked her to sit on the bed, and she sat obediently like a good student.

"Come on, let the doctor examine your body."

Angela said this suddenly, which made Farrell sit upright and looked at Angela a little uncomfortable. She knew what the other party wanted to do, but she was still very shy.

"That—" Farrell swallowed and looked at Angela. She looked at Angela's slightly raised smile, and she couldn't resist.

"Don't worry, take off your clothes first, and let me take a good look at you for any injuries."

"what……"

Angela took a deep breath on Farrell's neck. It was strange. Farrell was filthy and sweated a lot, but there was no smell at all. There was only a feminine scent, and there was a gentle scent. breath.

"Angela—"

Angela clasped Farrell's hand and bit Farrell's shoulder, leaving row after row of teeth marks.

"It hurts..." Farrell clung to Angela's back like a drowning person, and Angela had her own thoughts. She took Farrell to the bed and pressed Farrell under her body.

"Doctor." Farrell bit her lower lip, looked at Angela, and whispered.

"What's the matter, baby?" Angela slid Faree's cheek with the tip of her nose.

"Oh, my Farrell, you are really mean~" Angela touched Farrell's small gap with her hand, and was very satisfied to see Farrell's slight trembling and her flushed face.

Not everyone can understand the feeling of an all-powerful warrior on the battlefield turning into a puddle of water in his hands.

"Dr. Ziegler."

"Ok?"

"Please love me, whatever it is."

"That's exactly what I want." Angela said with a smile.

Talon's internal research lab.

"hiss--"

"Don't move."

Death gritted his teeth and watched Dr. Ziegler in a white coat skillfully holding a bandage to help him heal his injured arm. Dr. Ziegler also sprinkled some medicine powder on his wound, which made his wound even more painful. , making him a little suspicious, whether the other party is playing some tricks maliciously.

"If I find out that you are in pain!" The God of Reaper, who was sweating in pain, stared at Dr. Ziegler with red eyes, but the doctor was smiling.

"Don't be so angry." Dr. Ziegler bandaged the wound of the god of death, stood up with a smile and walked to the other end of the stage full of bottles and jars. There was also a cage inside, all of which were treated with Ziegler. The doctor studied the mutated white mice, and there were many test tubes filled with colorful liquids on it. Dr. Ziegler put the bacterial samples taken from the wound of the god of death in the test tubes and cultivated them. Death, said: "It's a good thing to see if you have any flaws in your body that are worth correcting after being injured this time."

"You mean I'm honored to be injured, my doctor." Death's deep voice said that he was very unhappy, "It's hard for you to imagine that you used to be close friends, and finally feel like this, just like your relatives take with a sharp knife stabbed in his chest."

"It's hard for me to imagine." Dr. Ziegler smiled and squinted his eyes, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, leaning on the laboratory table and looking at the Grim Reaper, "You still have strange scratches on your body, it doesn't look like fighting left behind."

"Shut up." The Grim Reaper jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "That's because..."

"Because of what?" The angel looked at the Grim Reaper with interest. If the other party took off the mask, he would be blushing, right?

"It's none of your business, take care of your own business."

The Grim Reaper put on his black cloak, and when he was about to walk out from the laboratory door, he collided with the Pharah walking towards him.The two looked at each other, but Pharah looked behind Death, and suddenly blushed. Reaper looked at Pharah's blushing face, clicked twice, and went up the stairs sideways.

"What's wrong? Are you injured there again?"

Angela watched as Farrell walked to the sofa, took off his helmet and sat down. Farrell brushed her shoulder-length hair and pointed to her wings. Angela walked up to Farrell and carefully examined the Her damaged wing, a large piece of the left wing was missing.

"What's the matter, did you fall from a height?"

"No……"

"Is it okay?" Angela took off Farrell's damaged wing, took it into a mechanical workshop, and said as she walked, "It may take three or four working days for you to get it."

"Well, but I have a battle to-morrow."

"No, the wing is damaged, so you have to have time to repair it, and you should take a rest just after you get off the battlefield." Angela put the wing on the table, with an irresistible tone in her mouth, Farrell had no choice but to say nodded.

"If you feel bored, I can go shopping with you on weekends, how about it?" Angela looked at the damaged wing for a long time and said with her back to Farrell.

"Hahahahaha, hahaha, hahaha, I didn't expect you to have today!" Junkrat chewed on potato chips, laughing at Widowmaker sitting on top of the tree, "Well, it's not uncommon to feel like your home is completely destroyed Yes, you have to understand it carefully, hahahahaha"

Junkrat laughed and shook the potato chips off his hands. Roadhog was sitting on the grass, wiping his hook with a cloth, wiping and blowing, and after a while, the hook was wiped and glistening.

"..." Widowmaker sat on the tree without speaking, her long hair hanging down, she didn't know what she was thinking.

"In my opinion, this kind of thing should be dealt with in the same way as others. I have long since looked at that gorilla and found it unpleasant. If it wasn't for the last time I wandered around the battlefield and couldn't find it. The battlefield, it has already blown me to death."

After Junkrat finished speaking, he stuffed another handful of potato chips into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge.

"Hey, Junkrat, have you ever been in love?"

"Me?" Junkrat swallowed while looking at Widowmaker's sexy butt, "Could it be that sister wants to date me?"

"..." Widowmaker rolled her eyes.

"Hahahahaha, Master Ben was a handsome and handsome man before he was exposed to radiation." Junkrat stroked his chin and said, "I didn't grow into such a bad look before. There's a whole street of kids lined up."

"Really?" Widowmaker nodded thoughtfully, "What do girls usually like?"

"Oh my god, as a woman, don't you know?" Junkrat put down a concussion mine, pressed the switch, and blew himself into Widowmaker's eyes, "Ask this, it looks like you have something on your mind, tsk tsk tsk."

"Tell me quickly, or believe it or not, I will cripple your other foot again?"

"Don't be so angry, talk to me if you have something to say." Junkrat grabbed the trunk with one hand and hung it on the top of the tree. "Girls like some pretty things, right? For example, flowers, of course, it's not ruled out." It's rather special." Junkrat glanced at Widowmaker, then thought for a while, "Or do you like glass slippers?"

For some reason, Widowmaker who heard this sentence suddenly imagined Tracer wearing a skirt and wearing crystal shoes on his feet, looking at her shyly.

【Well, Emily, do I look good dressed like this? 】

【Not bad. 】

【Emily...I...】

【how? 】

[I like you the most. 】

"What are you thinking? You're about to drool." Junkrat looked at Widowmaker with a dazed expression, and patted her on the back.

"It's nothing." Widowmaker returned to her expression of indifference, "Is there anything more suitable for lively girls?"

"A lively girl?"

Junkrat raised his eyebrows and looked at Widowmaker, "Well, I feel that the most important thing is your own thoughts, right? If I were a woman, if the other party had a heart, I would love whatever they gave you."

"So that's the case, then—"

"Except for spiders."

"Oh."

The criminal duo had just finished chatting with Widowmaker before they were called to Death.

"Ah? Doomfist? What's the use of that thing?" Junkrat bowed his waist and looked at the Reaper in front of him. "Although we cooperate with you Black Claw, I don't steal things of unknown origin."

"I'll give you the money, do you want to do it?" Reaper propped his chin and looked at the sinister Junkrat in front of him, he knew that although this man had two brushes, he was not easy to control.

"Is Junkrat such a money-grubbing person? Tsk, I'm too underestimating people." Junkrat spat on the ground, tapped his toes, then looked at Death and said, "I'm telling you, I'm just with You are just cooperating, if something happens at that time, it will not be my fault."

"Okay, here is a ready-made 1000 million US dollars, if it is done, the price can be increased."

"Aha, that makes sense."

"Widowmaker will go with you and assist you in your operations."

"Aren't they here to spy on us? Huh?" Junkrat chuckled, and Roadhog stood beside Junkrat, without saying a word.

"That depends on how you understand it."

In order to disrupt the enemy's detection efforts, Zenyatta asked Winston to make a fake Destruction Fist, and then carried out this mission according to the previous transportation procedures. Although this time it was a fake transportation, Winston still let All who fought were prepared accordingly.

Tracer was sitting on the transport vehicle, slowly waiting for the transport vehicle to drive forward, next to her was a pink battle mech, D.VA was lying in the battle mech, chewing bubble gum, occasionally blowing out a big bubble.

"D.VA."

"Ok?"

Tracer opened the car window and said: "I think our operation this time is still too risky. Many previous transportations have been destroyed by Talon and failed. I don't think we can test anything this time."

"Boom." D.VA's bubble burst, she frowned, looked at Zenyatta standing not far behind, and then whispered in a low voice: "Who knows what the hell that monk is going to do, I didn't expect Winston agrees."

Hearing this, Tracer had no choice but to turn her head and sigh. She was already a little scared before she met the enemy. She could already imagine the feeling of Widowmaker's strange eyes staring at her, but she could only act like a fool. The headless flies running around can't escape the opponent's sniper.

[However, the things transported are all fake anyway, it's better to run away if you encounter problems. ] Tracer pulled his bouncing hair and thought, it seems that there is nothing to lose anyway.

D.VA, who was on the same team as Tracer, didn't know what Tracer was thinking. He just thought that no matter what happened in this battle, he had to win it steadily. After all, a master would never lose.

The transport vehicle drove forward slowly, and the road was calm and smooth, unexpectedly smooth.

"Did they know that the ones we transported are fake, so they just..." D.VA muttered to himself while chewing bubble gum, but when she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that the mecha was Something hooked and was pulled in the opposite direction.

"What's going on!?" Just behind D.VA's blind spot, she couldn't see what happened to the side at all, she just knew that something was hooking her mech body, "Tracer!!!"

"Huh!?" Before Tracer could react, he found that D.VA was gone, "D.VA???"

Just after D.VA yelled, everything fell into silence, and even Zenyatta standing behind disappeared, "What's going on?"

Her partner suddenly disappeared, and Tracer started to panic in fright. She looked along the side of D.VA's disappearing voice, and there seemed to be something around the corner, "D.VA, where are you, where are you?" Answer me, I will save you!"

There was no sound at all in that place, Tracer quickly got out of the car, but because the place she was in was an open space, it would be easy for someone to attack her behind, "What happened?"

"Widowmaker - report."

Just as Tracer was running towards the place where D.VA disappeared, she heard a chuckle from a tall building in the distance, but she didn't dare to look behind, she knew who it was.

"Tracer! Be careful!" Tracer saw the pink battle mech at the corner, and rushed towards that place, not unexpectedly hearing the sound of a sniper cannon exploding behind him.

"Oh, you're still running pretty fast." Widowmaker unloaded the magazine that had just been loaded, shook her long hair, and continued to look at the infrared light. She saw Tracer walking into the alley, and she took out the hook The claw hooked the opposite wall, and flew to the archway in the alley.

"Hahahaha, don't even think about flying." Roadhog hooked D.VA's mech with a chain hook, and pulled it towards him vigorously. When he saw the person sitting inside, he even smiled wickedly, "I didn't expect it to be a mecha. Little beauty, I really don't want to hit you."

When D.VA saw Roadhog's appearance at close range, that disgusting big belly, and that pig nose, D.VA's face paled in fright, "Go away! You fat pig!" D.VA used a fusion machine Cannons fired wildly at Road Hog, but he didn't expect that Road Hog's blood was thicker than he imagined. Road Hog laughed "hahahaha" a few times, and the laughter sounded as harsh as a pig's squawk in D.VA. He took a respirator from his bag, took a few breaths, and the scars on his body disappeared immediately, and they were much more fierce than before.

"Little beauty, let me play a few games with you!" Roadhog fired a spallation gun and almost pierced D.VA's mech, "I saw you, you look so cute, I don't know—uh !?"

"Darkness falls."

Suddenly, half of Roadhog's eyes were darkened. He seemed to have been punched several times with metal on his back. The pain made him grin his teeth. He turned around and saw a monk floating in the air. Just flew over, Zenyatta didn't panic at all, and hid to the side of the alley to block the attack of the chain hook.

"Come to Dad."

"You show me!" D.VA activated the thrusters of the battle mech, knocked Roadhog away and went to Zenyatta's side. When Roadhog was in the air, he suddenly jumped with chickens and dogs, towards Zenyatta and D. .VA fires a mass of metal fragments, forcing them to retreat.

Just as they were fighting, Tracer just stood up when he was terrified by the Widowmaker hanging upside down in front of him.

"Hi, we met the little girl again."

When Tracer wanted to escape with a flash to the back, Widowmaker grabbed the clothes at the nape of his neck and pulled him up, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I still miss you."

"Let me go!" Tracer struggled hard, the clothes on the back of her neck were pulled, and her clothes were pulled back, she was very uncomfortable being strangled by the clothes to the neck, she was so angry that she kicked back and kicked Widowmaker's body. knocked out by hand.

"Ha, when I didn't expect you to fight back, I thought you were so weak that you could only lie on the bed obediently waiting for someone to love you."

"Shut up! There's no such thing!"

Widowmaker spoke neither loud nor softly, Tracer quickly retorted, fearing that this outspoken guy would expose his past scandals.

"Oh, really?" Widowmaker stood back on the high platform, stepped on the railing, raised the corner of her mouth and looked at Tracer at the bottom of the building, "But I don't think you think so." Widowmaker hit With a snap of his fingers, the spider brand on Tracer's side waist suddenly became hot.

"what!"

Tracer clutched his waist in pain, then looked up at Widowmaker upstairs, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't, don't think you can win."

"Do you think that just you watchmen can stop us? You are too confident." Widowmaker held a gun and touched her chin with a gloved hand, "Look at your ridiculous look , can only fit in my arms—"

"Shut up!" Tracer was furious at Widowmaker's harsh words after another, her only thought now was to climb upstairs and beat up Widowmaker, in fact she had already done so, Enduring the burning sensation on her side, she quickly climbed to the tall building with two or three steps in a flash, and threw Widowmaker down.

Tracer looked at Widowmaker below him, clasped Widowmaker's shoulder with his hand, and said fiercely: "You will never imagine how much I want to kill you."

Widowmaker looked at Tracer who threw herself down, and recalled that the one she met for the first time impulsively pushed herself to the edge of a tall building because she shot and killed Meng Data, and her posture was the same as now, as if she was going to eat herself alive In the end, he still didn't have a chance to kill himself—or, was it because the other party was reluctant to do it?

"The eyes are good." Widowmaker raised her hand and touched Tracer's face, "Yes, that's right, that's how it feels."

"you--"

Tracer didn't know what Widowmaker wanted to say, she saw her angry and puzzled face from Widowmaker's eyes, she had already put Widowmaker under her body, what should she do next, so that the Such a ruthless killing machine that only destroys people in applause, how can I recover everything the other party has done to me?how?What should be done?

Tracer looked at Widowmaker, and her mind was full of questions like this. She glanced at the gun in her hand and shook her head. She seemed to have thought of something, but the person who was about to raise her hand and shoot At that time, when Tracer was still making a decision, Widowmaker suddenly raised his feet and sent Tracer flying several meters away. Tracer rubbed his head on the ground for several meters and stopped when he hit the railing down.

"Cough cough cough..."

"This is a battlefield, little girl." Widowmaker jumped up with both feet on the ground, stood up, and looked at Tracer's embarrassed look, "I can't tolerate your distraction."

Widowmaker walked towards Tracer step by step. There was a gust of wind blowing behind Tracer. Tracer turned his head and looked down, only to realize that he was at a height of five or six floors. Holding her stomach, she stood up unsteadily. The moment she stood up, her hair was grabbed and pulled up. Because of the pain, she could only raise her head and look at the perpetrator.

"Damn it, where is the battlefield?" Junkrat scratched his head, jumping forward, although his prosthetics looked cool, but walking still didn't quite match his actions, "Damn it, every time They couldn’t find the battlefield—huh?”

Junkrat saw a car parked in the middle of the road not far away, with a glass jar on top, which seemed to contain a mechanical arm, "Wait a minute, aha!"

Junkrat looked around, no one was guarding the target, and it looked like he was still having fun behind the scenes, "It's really hard to find anywhere, it's easy to get here." Junkrat hurriedly looked at the target. The legendary Destruction Fist ran over. If he got this first, Widowmaker would have no chance to take the credit, which is really a good deal.

After all, before interests, no affection is to be considered.

"Having this really saves a few years of struggle." Junkrat looked at the gleaming mechanical arm, and suddenly thought of something, "Reaper would steal it at a high price, so how much is it worth? If If it is, it must be more than 1000 million US dollars."

[If you can, sell it directly, you should be able to sell it at a higher price. 】Junkrat touched his chin, looked at the mechanical arm, and stood there lost in thought.

"Cough cough..."

Tracer was punched by Widowmaker just now, Widowmaker was still wearing gloves, and the knuckles of the gloves were inlaid with metal substances that could hurt people, Tracer's mouth had already started to bleed.

Widowmaker looked at Tracer's stubborn face, and licked the corners of her mouth, "Although sex with you is wonderful, and your sex is like the sound of nature, but—"

Widowmaker grabbed Tracer by the hair and lifted Tracer, and lifted Tracer behind the railing. As soon as she let go, Tracer would immediately fall from the sixth floor.

"But the weak are still the weak."

Widowmaker looked at Tracer coldly, and just as she let go, Tracer's chest suddenly emitted a burst of intense light, so dazzling that Widowmaker could only take a step back, covering her eyes with her hands, and Tracer flashed back , making time go back quickly, and within Tracer's surroundings, all the time of everything is regressed, and the water droplets on the grass on the roadside were originally dripping, but they immediately went back.

Junkrat's standing position returned to the position he had just stepped out of, Roadhog returned to his scarred appearance without using the respirator, and D.VA and Zenyatta also returned to their previous positions.

"Damn-"

Widowmaker realized that the person she was holding was gone, so she immediately turned her head to see Tracer standing in front of her intact.

"Hey!" Tracer showed a big smile to Widowmaker, "I will pay you back what you said just now!"

Then Widowmaker kicked Widowmaker away with a roundabout kick, this time Widowmaker directly broke the railing on the high building, Widowmaker gritted his teeth and hooked another building next to him with his claws, and then vigorously aimed at the hunter who flashed over. Kong shot, but he didn't expect that Tracer's flashing speed was much faster than he expected, and within a short while, Widowmaker had slipped from the upper hand to the lower hand.

Tracer chased Widowmaker and fired a pair of pulse guns. Tracer cleverly used flash and flashback to replenish bullets while avoiding Widowmaker's sniper bullets.

"Damn it." Widowmaker saw that the limelight was wrong, and immediately used her claws to grab from one place to another, and ran away with all her strength. She left the alley, and then jumped out. She saw the Destruction Fist on the car, and shot out the hook with one hand. Claw, picked up the jar in one hand, and jumped away from the air.

"Don't run!" Tracer was still chasing Widowmaker closely, but when Widowmaker turned around and quickly jumped away from the other side with his claws, Tracer could no longer catch up.

"Damn bastard, if you walk a little slower, I'll let you eat——"

"Uh? Why am I here?" Junkrat touched the wall beside him, confused. Wasn't he still next to Doomfist just now?He is still thinking about how to take it away, but isn't this the place he just walked out of?Junkrat saw a short-haired girl in yellow and white clothes standing next to the car, so he shrank back to the corner of the wall. He squinted at the car, and the Doomfist was gone!

"Ahhh, Mr. Ben's 1000 million dollars!"

"Uh——" Roadhog lay unconscious on the ground, D.VA and Zenyatta came out of the alley, D.VA saw Tracer standing there properly at first sight, and shouted loudly: " Tracer!"

"what?"

"You are a great hero!" D.VA ran forward excitedly, and then hugged Tracer fiercely, "If it weren't for you, we would be finished, that dead fat pig is too scary."

"Yeah, you're a great hero too~" Tracer hugged D.VA back, and said with a slight smile, she saw Zenyatta floating behind, "I don't know what will happen if they find out that it's fake expression."

Zenyatta touched the ball floating around his neck, and made a Namo Amitabha gesture.

"Everything is not yet known."