The memory of the body returned to the beginning.

Ten years ago, it was located in the D block of Luanshen City. This is an ordinary residential house. It is an independent building and is separated from its neighbors. It is very secretive. No matter how you look at it, it is just an ordinary family.

The owner of this family is a man. He would greet the neighbors warmly when he went out. He heard that he was an unemployed vagrant, but because his father left a lot of inheritance, even if he didn't work, he didn't have to worry about living expenses.

By the way, he occasionally mentioned to his neighbors that he is now an online writer. Although his writing is a mess, he is enjoying it. Because of this, even if he often does not leave his home, his neighbors are not surprised.

"I heard that the Internet writer is very pitiful. He has to write for ten hours a day."

"I have a relative's son, and I started writing in college. Now I can only earn full attendance a month, and I almost got my mother angry and got my heart disease."

"Oh. I know, these people have a unified code name called "Fujie!"

Amid the conversation between neighbors on the street, the man pulled up the curtains on the second floor.

"A group of goblins." He said with disgust, turning his head, showing a strange smile on his face. He was not the only one in the room, but also two children. A man and a woman, two brothers and sisters. The test subject he raised since he was a baby.

"051,052, are you good today?"

Among them, the sister nodded desperately.

And my brother had no expression on his face.

The man rushed over and slapped him in the face. "Damn. I'm not happy to see your expression!"

My brother was slapped in the face, but he was not angry. It can be said that his expression was not turbulent, like a robot.

"Haha. Perfect." The man smiled, "You will be the best spy." He said to his brother, and suddenly his head turned to his sister. The sister's face was frightened, and the man picked her up, "You. Not OK. You have to let me train you well."

He carried her into the room.

The brother stood there expressionlessly, motionless.

My sister's forbearance and the man's desire came to my ears.

Brother, he walked to the desk indifferently and looked at a [Spy Cultivation Manual] on it.

When you open the first page, what catches your eye is the name of the Atlantic Empire and the badges.

He and his sister are both spies bred by the Atlantic Empire.

Since he was ignorant, he was adopted and then brainwashed, becoming a machine that did not understand feelings and could only obey orders.

He did a good job. As for his sister, it wasn't very good.

She has not completely abandoned human emotions. If she doesn't do it well, it is a failure. Just like No. 050. That is a boy and a failure, at least that's what he thinks.

The final outcome of the failed product will be dealt with.

In the basement, this is their place to live.

The brother and sister squatted in the corner of the wall. The basement was rotten, damp, and disgusting bugs and mice.

"Brother, I'm hungry." said the sister, her face dirty.

The brother didn't say anything, but just looked at her with a cold look. It seemed that what he was looking at was not his relative, but an outsider.

Hunger is a common thing. As one of the training programs and as a punishment, spies need to endure long-term hunger, and even children are not powerful.

As for their guardian, that man, he was a big fish and meat upstairs. He was just a humble spy with a very low level, and was responsible for the training of these children before the age of 7. After the age of 7, the children would be transferred to another place to undergo more stringent projects, including fighting skills, torture, disguise skills, etc.

The Atlantic Empire cultivated these spies with the goal of providing intelligence to the country or carrying out assassination missions.

As its mortal enemy, the Pacific Alliance is naturally the target of its focus on attack.

Therefore, these children were also orphans selected from the Pacific Alliance, or they used human traffickers to secretly steal them from other people's homes. The reason for this is very simple. The race of the Atlantic Empire is blonde and blue-eyed, which is too different from that of the Pacific Alliance, which is not conducive to action.

Therefore, they want to raise the children of the Pacific Alliance into their own spies.

The killing machine that loses name and love.

A red apple suddenly rolled to my sister's feet.

The brother and sister raised their heads and saw a figure flashing and disappeared from the gap in the wooden boards outside the basement.

The apple was thrown from a hole.

The sister picked up the apple and handed it to her brother with care, "Brother, you eat it first."

My brother looked at her and looked at the apple again, but in the end, he didn't eat it.

"You eat it." He said.

"Yeah. Thank you brother."

Seeing his sister eating happily, he wondered if his performance did not pass this time. He should have no feelings, and he should have treated his sister cruelly. If the man discovered him, he would definitely catch him in the room and teach him a lesson.

I should be a murder machine without emotions.

My brother said this to himself in his heart.

In the next few days, there was always a figure secretly giving them apples.

My brother knew who he was. No. 050. A child with a cold appearance was slightly older than them. But he was very scheming and often stole food from men. This apple must have been stolen by him.

The man didn't like No. 050 at all. Every time he was punished, he was talking to him. Once, the man bandaged his hands and met his superior, a woman named Julie. She would occasionally come to take the child and take the person away. She would either send him to the next training site, or deal with it.

She is beautiful, has elegant facial features, blonde hair, a deep and delicate face, and a tall figure, just like a model. But no one expected that she was actually a spy.

"Cube 9. Why are you injured?" Julie asked the man.

Block 9 is the code name for men. This spy organization seems to be accustomed to using playing cards as a code name.

"Miss Julie. I did it at No. 050. I wanted to teach him a lesson, but he stabbed him with a knife. This kid is so terrible. I don't think he is suitable to be a spy at all. He is very rebellious."

"That's because you want to take the opportunity to bully the child again." Julie looked at the expression of Block 9, full of disdain.

As her superior, how could she not know about this man's evil deeds?

He is a hobby.
Chapter completed!