Absolutely Hot [Shogan POI Suspect Tracker]

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After an otherwise mundane task, Shaw and Root walk into a grocery store.

Looking at Root who was picking out pasta, Shaw asked casually, "Does the android want to eat?"

Root gave her a tolerant look and said, "No need."

Shaw threw a can of ketchup into the cart in every possible way, and asked, "Then what do you buy these for?"

Root pored over the ingredients behind the pasta and said, "You need to eat."

Shaw leaned on the cart, and looked at her carefully: "I can't see that you are a housekeeper."

Root looked at her tolerantly again, maintaining a good-natured patience, and denied, "I'm not."

Shaw was carrying a shopping bag and walking on the empty street, with occasional fallen leaves falling on both sides. Root was eating an ice cream, walking briskly.

Shaw suddenly asked: "Then what are you..."

She suddenly couldn't find an adjective. Shaw had never had a good attitude towards bionics, but she couldn't say those words when facing Root.

Root said another thing for no reason: "Do you know that there are fewer and fewer guides now?"

Shaw fell silent.Of course she knew about this matter. In recent years, the number of guides has dropped sharply, and the tower has been devastated by this matter. As the most prestigious organization in the tower, Northern Lights should have made efforts on this matter, but they went in the opposite direction.

In an instant, many old things rushed into Shaw's mind.In those faded images, her former partner was lying in a pool of blood, and her lips were pursed like a blade.

Some people commented on Shaw: "Emotionally, it is not as good as a bionic person."

It's hardly a compliment, but Shaw embraces it.

In Shaw's silence, the bionic guide continued. Root's voice was sweet and his eyes were calm: "Since there are fewer and fewer guides, then create new guides."

Shaw tried to stop her from continuing, but Root ate up the ice cream in his hand and became more verbose: "For the arrogance of human beings, I came into being."

Passing a trash can, she threw the ice cream package into it.

The sun was high in the sky, and there was not even a trace of white clouds.

The mutation came without warning.

Shaw walked around the corner, took a step back suddenly, and pressed Root's waist, causing her to return to the position just now.

She felt the breath of the wind, which was a little different from usual.

The temperature is [-] degrees higher, maybe there is something nearby, opening its tentacles, waiting to devour the passing pedestrians.

Root shot her a questioning look, and Shaw gestured to her to keep silent.

Root understood.At the same time, she sensed the source of Shaw, the Sentinel who had been inside the tower, belonging to the Northern Lights.That's the still gesture of the Northern Lights.

How could the sentries of the Northern Lights appear in a library?

Root didn't think about it, because Shaw stuffed the shopping bag into her hand and strode out.

She looks like a snow leopard.

Root shook her head inwardly, hadn't she ever cooperated with a guide?She had a guide by her side, and she went out alone.

Granted, Shaw is a good sentinel.Her judgment and action were impeccable, but in an instant, she had already identified the source of the gunshots, and she fired a shot in that direction, hoping to force the enemy out from behind the obstacle.

A barrage of shots rang out, and Root unfurled her mental barrier.

The scene in front of her has changed. It used to be just the mental tracks entangled in the transparent air, but now even the details are clearly visible. Root can see those intertwined tracks entangled towards Shaw like branches, and the looming snow leopard raised its head Claws, dodging an attack gracefully.

The other party has a good enough guide, of course Shaw noticed this at the first time, but so what?She has long been used to fighting without a mental barrier.

The snow leopard would fend off those threats for her, and Shaw had learned a technique of making her mental body a shadow of herself.

But this time it seems to be different.

A spiritual barrier unfolded around her, wrapping her gently.

Those ugly, dark green spiritual tracks were all blocked out, Shaw only felt that his world was quieter than ever.

She squatted beside a car, staring at the sentinel on the other side.

The next second, her toes were on the man's side, and the dagger had pierced his throat.

The sentinel who lost his life fell to the ground like a sack without making a sound.

For Shaw, a guide without a sentinel is nothing to mention. She already knew the position of the other party, and she didn't even move a step, just fired a shot there.

The expected sound of falling to the ground did not sound, and Shaw walked over in surprise.

Root had already cut his trachea, grabbed a table knife, splashed a few drops of blood on his face, raised his face and smiled at her: "Is there a napkin?"

Shaw silently picked up the shopping bag next to him, took out a supermarket gift from it, and handed it to her.

While struggling to drag the guide two steps, Root explained: "Originally it was just a matter of the mental body. He couldn't stand my mental attack. I thought it would be fine. I didn't expect him to break down and it would be even more difficult to deal with. I I had to do it."

Shaw looked at her wordlessly.

What did the android guide just do?She launched a mental barrier for her to block the spiritual attack of the opponent's guide. As a result, after forcing the opponent to collapse, she directly killed him.

She watched Root fumble in the other's coat pocket for a while, and finally found it.

Root threw a bottle of pills to her and said, "Take it away, controlled drugs."

Shaw glanced at the name of the medicine, it was a bottle of depressant, used to prevent mental disorder and uncontrolled mental body.It seems to be a new product of the Northern Lights.

She put the medicine in her pocket and picked up the shopping bag again.

Root was wiping her hands with a tissue, her movements rough and disgusted.

Shaw looked at it quietly for a while and asked, "Is this the first time?"

Root quickly looked up at her, and then replied sweetly: "Sweetie, I didn't expect you to care about this."

Shaw rolled her eyes at the sky, God knows, she meant killing.

Sitting on the sofa in the library, Shaw let out a long sigh of relief and waved to Bear.

Bear responded to her enthusiastically, threw himself on her lap, shook his head and tail under her palm, barking happily.

Shaw found the snacks she just bought for Bear from the shopping bag, and after stuffing the jerky into Bear's mouth, a question finally came to her mind belatedly.

Just now on the street, Root understood her gestures.

Shaw was sure that at that moment she instinctively made the gesture dedicated to the Northern Lights.

It stands to reason that no one should know about this gesture except someone who has had trouble with the Northern Lights.

So……

She watched Root, who was humming and putting the things she just bought into the refrigerator, then took a random book from the shelf and lay down beside her.

They were so close that no one could escape Shaw's clutches at such a distance.

She looked down at Root below her and asked, "Who are you?"

Root ignored her gun against her stomach and boldly replied: "Your guide."

Shaw's voice became colder, and she almost wanted to pull the trigger immediately: "I don't have a guide."

She has no guide, no bondage, no bond.This fact cannot be changed.

Root shrugged easily and said, "Who knows?"

That's how they introduced her anyway: Sameen Shaw, her sentinel.

Shaw exerted a little force on her hand, and she saw the woman frowning in pain because of her movement, and a cue word came out of her lips: "Northern Lights."

Root smiled instead, holding the barrel of the gun gently with her hand, and said slowly: "The tower is under martial law, how do you know about the Northern Lights?"

Shaw was at a loss for words for a while, yes, since she was going to be suspected because of this, why wasn't she worthy of suspicion?

A sentinel, not part of the tower, made the sign of the northern lights.She was a thousand times more suspicious than Root.

Shaw didn't speak, and Root didn't continue to ask her.There was a strange atmosphere between the two of them, densely covered with cold air, but there was a hint of warmth under the undercurrent.

Too close for Root to escape Shaw's grip.There was a difference in strength between the sentry and the guide, relentlessly lying between the two, Root stared into Shaw's eyes, and the latter also had nowhere to escape.

Shaw felt a dull pain in her head, and she asked again, "What do you know?"

Root's eyes were like inorganic stones, and she said, "I know everything."

She gave Shaw a small smile and offered a quid pro quo: "You put the gun away and I'll tell you everything."

Shaw stared at her for a moment, then removed the gun.She has absolute self-confidence, no one can escape her grip at such a close distance.

Obviously, Root didn't want to escape.

She sat comfortably on the sofa, opened a bag of potato chips, and said casually: "The tower made me, the northern lights chose me, and then I left the tower."

Root put it very simply, she sometimes doesn't look like a bionic person, but when she said it lightly, the look on her face made it clear that she was indeed a bionic person.She has no blood, no heartbeat, no emotion, everything is programmed.

Those short three sentences, the thrilling contained in them, Shaw has experienced firsthand, and she fully knows that the tone is just a kind of contempt.

Shaw stood up, took out an ice cream from the refrigerator, and also briefly said about himself: "I used to be a sentinel of the tower, and later performed missions for the northern lights, until something happened and I defected from the tower. "

Root noticed her choice of words.Betrayed, no wonder she was hunted down by Northern Lights.

In her electronic brain, there is indeed such a piece of information that the former strongest sentinel in the tower lost her partner for many years in the mission. After three days, she betrayed the tower. After [-] days of investigation, she has been in the The outside of the tower turned into dust.

This incident is used as a warning that anyone who leaves the tower without authorization will face misfortune.

The legendary strongest sentinel, that vague shadow gradually overlapped with Shaw beside him.

Shaw looked sideways at her and asked, "How did you leave?"

Obviously, she also noticed the difference in their words.

Root spread out his hands easily, and said, "I'm an experimental product, and its performance is unstable. Ta thinks that the northern lights need a more stable guide."

Shaw looked her over again and asked, "So, do you have a tracker or something on you?"

Root replied, "Yes, I've replaced the parts."

Shaw felt strange for a while, it was indeed too strange to talk to the bionic man like this.

She recalled the other androids she had met, and Root was indeed the unstable type, she talked too much and had too many emotions.

It's so rich that it doesn't look like a program setting, but like a real person.

It's so weird.

Shaw sighed bluntly: "You really don't look like a bionic person."

In contrast, Shaw admits that he is more like an android without emotions.

She stood up, put the ice cream wrapper on the dining table, and left the library.

Root looked at her back and didn't hold back.