Absolutely Hot [Shogan POI Suspect Tracker]

*6

There is a delicate balance between them.

No one mentioned those two temporary markers anymore, as if this incident never happened.

But their relationship does seem to have changed again.

While Shaw was taking a shower in the bathroom, Root pushed open the half door and said, "THEMACHINE said that the Northern Lights have moved recently."

Shaw tilted her head back as the warm water trickled down, letting the water glide over her waist and legs.

Root paused for a second, and did not continue speaking.

She closed the door, walked over to Shaw, hugged her, and kissed her neck from behind.

The delicate kiss fell on Shaw, she said without moving, "Root, you will get wet like this."

Root chuckled: "It's already wet."

Shaw turned under the water and kissed her, something other than pheromones between lips and teeth. Root's dictionary defines it as love.

Her kisses are restrained.

After the kiss was over, Shaw wrapped herself in a towel and left the bathroom to Root.

The bond fever was temporarily suppressed by the temporary mark, and Shaw temporarily put this matter behind her mind, she didn't bother to think about what it was like to have an android guide, and she didn't bother to think about unmarking.

Shaw carried on with her life, maintaining the insensitivity she was born with.

Aside from a few kisses that recurred, there didn't seem to be any difference.

Root came out of the bathroom wiping her hair, put on her clothes, and asked casually, "Shaw, why?"

Shaw knew she was referring to bonding, and she replied decisively, "Because of the danger."

Root reached out to touch her head and smiled, "Sameen, I'm more of a sentinel than a guide."

Shaw remembered how she had cut the sentry's neck, and agreed, "Yes."

Root spread out his hands and said, "Then what else do you have to worry about?"

Combined with Heat's repeated appearances, she didn't understand what there was to procrastinate.

Shaw bites off a potato chip and replies: "I don't trust instinct."

Root's eyes widened, instinctively, something an android wouldn't have.She mobilized the program to empathize with the word, but ended up getting nothing.

Root shrugged and said, "Humans are weird."

What is the difference between androids and humans?

Shaw stood with Root at the supermarket for the second time this month, watching Root pick out canned food and pasta, and Shaw was distracted thinking about something else.

Why is Root so keen to come to the supermarket?She obviously can't eat anything.

Not too good at cooking.

Last time, Root proved that she was not a domestic android.

She was cooking a pasta in the kitchen, and soon, Shaw saw a blackened mass.

Shaw remembers sighing and saying, "I know you're not a housekeeper anymore."

Root wore an apron and stood beside her, emphatically saying in a tone of reluctance: "I entered the recipe from the system, and this is the result of strict implementation."

Shaw put the plate in front of her eyes and asked, "Then ask the system, is this pasta a finished product?"

Root did ask the system, and the answer, of course, was no.

At that moment, Root really wanted to defy the program's instructions.

Hadn't she once acquired a portion of self-awareness? Root thought she could do it this time, too.

But there was indeed a transparent wall in front of her, and she could only look at Shaw with a faint smile and admit: "This is really not a finished product."

What's horrible is that Shaw even reached out and touched her head, saying, "Good boy."

When did she learn this rhetoric? Root thought she looked like she was teasing Bear.

Root didn't want to be comforted by such a tone at all. She launched a second challenge and successfully scrapped a veal steak from Shaw in 10 minutes.

Shaw sits at the kitchen table and enjoys her fried kitchen show.

Root looked at the veal steak and found a reason for himself: "I don't have to eat, and of course I don't know how to cook."

Shaw froze for a moment, then nodded.

At that second, Root actually saw a hint of doting in her eyes.

Now standing in this supermarket, Shaw pushed the trolley and followed Root in every possible way. After passing a row of seasonings, she suddenly asked, "Root, will we be hunted down today?"

Root tossed a can of peppercorns into the cart and said, "There's only a two percent chance of being hunted."

Shaw watched her action and said, "That's not going to happen."

Root looked up at the corner of the wall, where there was a camera with a small red dot flashing.

She curled her lips and said, "What was interrupted before, THEMACHINE said that the Northern Lights have moved recently."

Shaw asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

Her tone was not warm at all, she didn't want to hear anything about the Northern Lights at all.

Root put two bags of new pasta into the cart, saying: "They have developed a new AI, an artificial intelligence god comparable to THEMACHINE, and there are fewer and fewer tower guides."

Shaw still didn't show interest, just said, "So what? They'll make new guides."

Root took a look at her, and Shaw was absolutely right.

The tower has created new android guides, but the Northern Lights' ambitions are far more than that, and they are plotting a grander plan.

In that plan, there are no more sentries, no more guides, only androids.

After listening to Root's short narration, Shaw just let out an "oh".

When they came to the new shelf, Shaw lazily said, "It's a good idea to create countless dark sentries."

Root nodded, completely understanding what Shaw was thinking.

The once-in-a-century Dark Sentinel can act alone without a guide. Their abilities are hundreds of times stronger than ordinary sentinels, and without the shackles of a guide, their spirit is also extremely strong.

Until now, she still didn't know why Shaw could guess the intention of the Northern Lights with just one sentence.

Root just said, "I don't think they're going to make it."

"Otherwise?" Shaw laughed mockingly, "The Tower made you, and you're here with me."

Root answered irrelevantly: "You are so sweet."

Leaving the supermarket and sitting behind the safe house again, Shaw looked up at Root and asked her, "Do you want to try again?"

She pointed to the kitchen.

Root shook his head and refused, "I'm really not good at this."

Shaw stood up and said, "Then I'll do it."

She puts two veal steaks in a pan, basting them lightly with butter and watching them develop a beautiful color.

Root doesn't need to eat, but he can still enjoy delicious food. Shaw has to admire the tower's precision technology. Most of the androids can't eat now.

Root sat at the dining table, propped his cheek and looked at her, not hiding her fascination: "Shaw, you're so cute."

Shaw didn't answer her, she felt a little hot and took off her coat, only wearing a suspenders.

Root watched her move and continued to tease: "Sweetie, are you hot?"

Shaw answered her with gestures, and she put two plates on the dining table, and the veal steak exuded a tempting aroma in the plates.

She sat across from Root and began to enjoy her lunch. A piece of veal steak was enough to brighten her mood, even if the [-]% chance of being hunted down came true.

Shaw was still eating the steak when the gunshots rang out, and Root was curious about her unhurried action.

Root sat across from her, amidst the gunfire, she asked, "Shaw?"

Shaw swallowed her last veal steak and said, "It's not as crowded as last time."

Root followed her, her expression equally relaxed. Root felt that his mental barrier was not blocked at all, so he wrapped Shaw in it, isolating the noisy outside world, which made Root feel strange.

In between the gunshots, she whispered to Shaw, "How does it feel to be marked?"

This unimaginable question brought Shaw a surprised look, and she said, "Haven't you experienced it?"

Root smiled slightly, and she said, "I quite like it."

Shaw was silent for two seconds, but still replied: "I don't like it."

It's not that she doesn't like to mark this matter, she just feels uncomfortable with this matter breaking her loneliness, and she would still say the same thing about other things.

Root pretended not to hear her words, but her mental attack suddenly became sharper, like a giant blade, cutting through the mental barrier of the other guide.

Shaw could feel something like a thick fog being cut open suddenly, she didn't miss this opportunity, her movements were precise and fast, the bullet pierced the sentry's throat, the man knelt on the ground, clutching himself in disbelief neck.

Root seemed to be full of anger, she waved at Shaw, and asked briefly, "How many more?"

Shaw replied honestly: "There are only two."

Root didn't come up with anything else, she desperately needed a kill, to vent this heat in her heart, she didn't know what it was, but she knew she wanted it to go away.

Root followed her, saying, "Let's finish off this team."

Shaw paused, and there was a smile in her voice: "Very happy."

When outnumbered, Northern Lights' elite squad was nothing to Shaw and Root.

The speed at which those two were defeated could be called rapid speed.

Shaw found them in an open space in the atrium. The sentinel and the guide were very close. Their strategy was obviously to stay as close as possible to each other, so as not to be attacked one by one, causing the other party to go berserk.

But Shaw and Root split up from the beginning, and when Shaw engaged them in the open field, Root found the best sniping angle in the air.

5 minutes ago, Shaw asked her: "How long will it take you to subdue that guide in terms of mental attack?"

Root dug out the gun from her bag and smiled, "One second."

Who said that subduing a wizard must require a mental attack? Root was about to shoot him in the head.

Shaw had never seen anything like this before, and she had worked with many guides before, but Root's simple and direct approach was truly ingenious.

Shaw took another look at her, she couldn't tell what she felt, maybe it was admiration, or something else, she just watched Root walking towards a building step by step with a gun in his hand.

The clearing was wide open.

The guide didn't see Root and was surprised, but he still thought it was an opportunity.

There is no guide by Shaw's side, so the spiritual attack that once worked on her will also be useful today.

He winked at his sentry, and the sentry quickly understood his intention, and he rushed in the direction of Shaw like an arrow leaving the string.

The sentry is good at close combat, and he has always had a bold and foolish opinion. Shaw is a woman. Even if he is also a sentry, he still thinks that he has an advantage in physical fitness.

The strongest sentinel in the tower?After she left, the Sentinels continued to compete for this title, and now is the time for him to testify.

In just two seconds, he had stretched the distance to the extreme, and when he was half a meter away from Shaw, he slashed at Shaw with a hand knife.

There was no panic in Shaw's eyes, she didn't even move her footsteps, she just raised her hand and blocked the attack.

There was even a smile on the corner of her lips, and she quickly raised her right hand and landed on the sentinel's waist.

Her movements were so fast that the sentry didn't even see her movements clearly, but a dagger had already scratched her skin.

...In the previous information, it was never mentioned that she still has this hand.

Shaw raised the knife in his hand, and the blood-stained blade was pulled out from his body. She explained nonchalantly: "The situation is limited."

The guide had already launched a mental attack on her, and those sharp tracks in the invisible air rushed straight to Shaw's brain, trying to get into her spiritual world and wreak havoc.

He didn't see the snow leopard, and felt a little strange.

Then, something even stranger happened.

All his attacks were blocked by the barrier, which was firm and gentle, stronger than any barrier he had ever seen, and seemed flawless.

But Root really wasn't in this place.

The guide didn't pay attention to the situation of the sentinel. Such a small injury was nothing to the sentinel. He had more important things to do.But he did not see the figure of the woman.

Some guides have a wide range of mental barriers, and they can be silent.Is Root just that kind of genius?

He and Root have never been face-to-face, and the Northern Lights has concealed things about the android guide, causing the guide to lose his way.

In front of his more powerful peers, he couldn't help feeling a bit inferior.

The wizard was a monster built of psychic power, and when his attack was neutralized by Root's barrier, he was somewhat frustrated.

Still focused on finding Root, he found his Sentinels in danger.

Shaw broke the sentinel's arm, her eyes seemed to be burning, and she wanted to burn the sentinel to ashes anytime and anywhere.

The guide didn't know what to do, his mental attack was completely neutralized by Root, and he finally saw Root.

The woman stood on the roof and gave him a devilish smile.

□□ made a faint sound, mixed with the sound of the wind, and rushed towards the guide.

It was too late to escape at this time.

He just trembled slightly, and then a flower of blood bloomed on his forehead.

The sentry of the lost guide went berserk at this moment.

His body shook violently, he couldn't control any of his muscles, they all exploded with great strength at this moment, he moved subconsciously, and rushed towards Shaw.

Shaw took a step back, parrying his attack.

There was no light in the sentinel's eyes, his pupils were pitch black, like a trapped animal.

The berserk Sentinels are irrational, and the great grief of losing their guide makes them weapons that only know how to kill, but at this time they are also extremely fragile.

Shaw looked at him and shook his head.

She quickly backed away, and it was no longer suitable for close combat with the sentinel at this time.

A few bullets drove the sentry back. Shaw knelt down behind a half-dilapidated wall and fired several shots in the direction of the sentry.

The specially made bullet pierced through the sentinel's flesh, and he finally fell down, still maintaining the posture of running forward.

Shaw didn't even look at the body, but just held out her hand towards Root, who was walking towards her.

Root carried the gun, put his hand in her palm, let Shaw hold her hand, and walked out with her.

Root gave her a sideways look and said, "Say something sweet to me?"

Shaw replied: "Good marksmanship."

Root suddenly smiled sweetly and said, "Sweetie, you are less human than me."