Ultimate evolution

By NATALIE NAVI

I heard the old man say that if things are not done on time, there will be disaster. He thought all this was to frighten the child. But after he picked up the fateful schedule, he realized that it was all true.

• Language: English
• Publisher: NATALIE NAVI
• Release date: May 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088151594

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Ultimate evolution

by NATALIE NAVI

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Chapter 1 A New Era over the wasteland

A haze hangs over the abandoned city, and the streets are obscured by weeds that crawl through cracks in the streets. The old car has long rusted into a heap of scrap metal. And in any corner of those dilapidated buildings could lurk a deadly danger.

Palomares, clutching his last five bullets, leaned breathlessly against the pillar of an abandoned building. In just two seconds, he had already loaded five bullets in his hand. All kinds of blood stains on his camouflage combat uniform. Light gray hair, wet with sweat, clung to that handsome face. His left eye was tangled in thick gauze, leaving only a good right eye visible. Light blue pupils, a strange brown pattern seems to be inlaid on the same, in the dark corridor emitting a strange light.

His finger was gently on the trigger, an old era as50 sniper rifle. The trajectory has been modified and lengthened by Palomares, which gives longer range and improves accuracy over short distances.

Palomares aims his gun at the entrance to the opposite corridor. After two increases in his senses, he feels the looming danger. Suddenly! A pair of red eyes appeared in the scope, and a mutated dog of severe size was standing at the entrance to the corridor, snorting vigorously. Sticky saliva dripped down the tusks to the ground, and his scarlet eyes were full of hunger for food. The muscles of the Wolf dog had swollen to the point of explosion.

Damn it, he's getting big again. Palomares swore and pulled the trigger.

The mutated dog, which has not yet detected the scent of food, falls to the ground. Before long, it will be eaten by others of its kind.

To his surprise, after shooting the mutated dog, the perceived danger signal did not lift. It got stronger and stronger.

You can't meet a Native, are you kidding? Palomares stowed his rifle and quickly moved away from its original position.

It was very difficult to move through the debris. It would be a very difficult thing to meet the natives here again. A lot of things in the world start when you don't want them to, and all you can do is try to make the outcome less bad.

In the open space of a building, Palomares stopped. He needs to sense where the danger is coming from so he can plan an exit route. With only four bullets, he doesn't want to face any trouble right now.

'Is it, up there! Palomares exclaims as two mutants appear above him. These guys jumped straight off the roof.

By this time, it was surely too late to escape. Almost instinctively, Palomares raised the muzzle of his gun and shot at the two mutants as they hurtling down. Tom! Tom! Two hits! The mutant's severed head burst open, creating a blood-red firework in the air.

It's hard to imagine how Palomares, with a body that hasn't been fortified in a combat zone, can shoot with such precision when they have to control the recoil. Had it not been for his pistol, it had been disabled in the previous battle. He's not going to snipe at an opponent over such a short distance, it's a total gamble, and the stakes are his life.

Palomares pulls a saber from his waist and plunges it into the mutant that lands beside him. The saber had cut a long gash in the mutant's arm, and a little black flesh was showing through. Palomares frowned and shook her head, as if she hadn't found what she needed.

At that moment, a wall behind Palomares collapsed, apparently drawing an unexpected visitor to his home. A mutant with a submachine gun turned it on him. Turns out, that's the real problem. Mutants are characterized by their larger size and stronger strength, but their intelligence is degraded by constant variation. Most mutants rely on instinct to find life-sustaining food. Palomares was surprised to see the mutant with the submachine gun. Fortunately, the growling mutant was not in a hurry to shoot himself. It certainly gave him a chance to escape.

Palomares took full strength, rolled over, and disappeared under a cover. He ventured no pause, and ran towards the edge of the abandoned city. Only then did the dull mutant react, unleashing a long tongue of fire from his submachine gun at the bunker where Palomares had been hiding. If Palomares had stayed for a moment, he would have had his head blown off. The mutants who failed seemed to be completely enraged, and screamed and chased the Palomares in the direction of their escape. Mutants, who have long lived in the ruins of the city, have the upper hand in the chase. Ten seconds later, Palomares appears in the mutant's sight. This time the mutants did not hesitate, raising their guns and shooting wildly at the Palomares.

Sensing a strong sense of murder behind him, Palomares suddenly reverses course and begins to move irregularly just before the mutants open fire. It's not normal for mutants like this to be able to shoot with a gun, so the marksmanship is predictable. A magazine is empty, and the mutants have no bullets to replace. Furious, he threw his submachine gun directly at the Palomares, predictably missing his target. Palomares breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that if he kept going as he had been, his strength would diminish and he would be shot sooner or later.

Then the Palomares came to a sudden stop, raising a fine cloud of dust under their feet. And he's got a sniper rifle right between the eyes of the mutants. The cold, black muzzle of the gun is now a black hole to hell for the mutants in front of Palomares.

Tom!!

The echoes of sniper rifles echoed through the ruins of the city. At such close range, the mutant's head was blown off. The decapitated body fell heavily on the rubble. Palomares took out his saber again and plunged it into the mutant's arm, cutting a long gash just like the last corpse. Apparently this mutant was far more mutated than the last, Palomares took a test tube and filled it with blood from the corpse.

Having done all this, Palomares left the premises immediately.

Westward declines the sun Palomares had to get back to Base Three before nightfall, and no one would spend the night alone in the ruins. The Palomares, hunched over in a very strange position, moved at a constant speed of about twenty kilometers per hour. Fading away into the sunset.

A few minutes later, Palomares sees the gates of Base Three. The Third base was originally a shelter, and was later taken over by the Falter Company and named the Third Base.

In the new era, those who have enough material and have the ability to exploit the resources of the big company, is the symbol of strength and power. These companies built their cities, raised their armies, and had a large number of mercenaries working for them. These mercenaries roam around the wasteland, acting like temporary workers compared to the regular army at the company headquarters. They can choose to leave at any time after completing their assigned tasks. Palomares, who grew up in the wilderness, is one of them. The company that took over the third base, Falter, has this relatively strong strength.

The Third Base is manned by Fart's army, mainly to prevent attacks by nearby MOBS and mutants, but also to maintain order within the Third Base. In such an era of great waves and sand, those who can survive are those who have special skills. Mercenaries on the loose tend to be warlike by nature, so each company has troops stationed at its own base, which is an effective way to keep the tempers in check and avoid conflict. Of course, in their eyes, the life of a mercenary is not much, but if the mercenary conflict caused damage to the equipment of the base, it is not a small loss.

The gate of the base is guarded by two army soldiers with a large-caliber machine gun on each side, and each mercenary is required to present a company-issued temporary license to enter. After a series of tests, Palomares made it to the base, and now he's going to the lab to hand in his newly collected mutant blood and get paid for it, depending on its value.

The Third base was a modest settlement capable of housing about 200 people. There are plenty of supplies, and it's not easy to get residency here. In any given settlement, the majority of residents are under 50, and only a few of them are women. However, the status of women is extremely humble. If a woman wants to survive in this era, she needs at least one of two things: strong enough genetic enhancement of the battle field, or a nice face. The former can be paid by accepting tasks, while the latter can sell their bodies to survive.

Having been to Base Three before, Palomares quickly found the location of the test house. A supply shop is set up at the gate of the inspection house, where mercenaries can resupply after being paid. A balding man in his fifties sat listlessly inside the shop. In his hand was a copy of an old Time magazine, with a battered cover and inside pages that he had apparently thumbed through countless times. As Palomares approached, the old man smiled and nodded, a kind smile not often seen in this day and age.

Do you have the cartridge for my gun? 12.7 caliber. Palomares smiled and raised his rifle at the bald man, but he didn't stop. He walked straight into the checkpoint.

Old John has all kinds of bullets. Behind Palomares came the voice of a balding old man named John.

The third base is not the main inspection base of Falter Company, so the base can only make the most basic inspection rating. The mutant blood Palomares brought back. It's the most severe mutation ever found in a mutant, so it's rated level 3. He was paid 300 yuan, five times more than he would have paid for a Grade 4 sample.

The inspector in a white coat gives Palomares the grade of a third-level blood sample, which he can use to exchange supplies or money with Old John outside the door.

This is really bad news. The rate of mutants is accelerating. As you can imagine, so are the mutants. It's been a terrible spring. 'swore the inspector, looking at the results. But Palomares doesn't care. Nobody cares about damn things if they're paid.

Chapter II Conflict

Palomares returned to Big John again with the triple blood rating.

Big John took the receipt, glanced at the $300 figure and said to Palomares, That's a big catch, isn't it? He is a very friendly looking old man, always smiling, missing a left leg, presumably he was also a soldier or mercenary in his youth. Most of the old people at this age have lost the right to live. And for someone like Old John to still be alive, it must have been a difficult role when he was young.

Palomares placed his army water bottle on the counter in front of Old John. Fill me up with three grades of water and two boxes of rifle cartridges, he said. Give me a pistol and two boxes of pistol cartridges. It doesn't matter what size it is, just a little more powerful." Palomares gave Old John everything she needed.

Pure water is a scarce resource in this era. All water contains high levels of radiation and bacterial contamination before it is treated and purified. So people have to choose the level of pure water according to their needs. Grade 1 water has the least amount of radiation, but the price is not affordable for ordinary people. People usually drink grade 3 and Grade 4 water, which are cheaper, but even so, a pot of Grade 3 water costs about 5 yuan. Because many people can not afford the cost, desperate to drink five to six, even not purified water, so there are not a few people with viral infections and genetic mutations.

Sr. John did what Palomares told him to fill his canteen and pulled out two boxes of 12.7mm bullets. After searching the counter, he shrugged helplously at Palomares. The pistols are gone now. Supplies will arrive at the headquarters as early as tonight, and they are in short supply, you know. Come and get it from me tomorrow morning. Old John will save one for you.

Just then, the door behind Palomares was flung open. A mercenary walks in wearing sunglasses. The left lens of the sunglasses is cracked. He had half a cigarette in his mouth, unlit, as if it had been left. Many mercenaries have the habit of smoking a cigarette twice.

Old John, you're not dead yet. I thought I'd never see you again. He slammed his assault rifle down on the counter in front of Old John. Get me two boxes of canned beef. I brought something good today. The mercenary in sunglasses snarls at John, raising the blood sample in his hand. Then he picked up his gun and walked into the checkpoint with his head held high. I only glanced at Palomares the whole time.

His name was Akaza, and he was a notorious bully at the base. He's a two-tier fighter and a first-tier expert with a simple gun. Very few people here fight against him. Old John shook his head helplessly, as a friendly reminder to Palomares, who had just arrived at Third Base.

Palomares smiled disapprovingly and took John's somewhat blackened bread and room key. I'll cash the rest, he said.

Everything and accommodation cost 60 yuan palomares, and the remaining 240 yuan was changed into cash. Except for the money he needs to buy the gun and the bullets in the morning, Palomares is almost broke again. Palomares had long wanted a Thor sniper rifle made by Salter, and the 2,000 yuan price was unacceptable. A good gun in the wilderness can sometimes save a life.

At that moment, Akaza's voice explodes from the lab next door: Why can't I give you a grade 4?

Someone has submitted a blood sample with the same degree of mutation as this one before, and according to the rules, a blood sample of the same type submitted after that can only be rated at the next level. That's the rule. The inspector pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. The word regulation paused deliberately. It was clear that he did not buy Akaza's insolence. You go against Falter's inspectors, you go against Falter. No mercenary would make such a stupid mistake.

Akaza stifled his discontent and grabbed the sheet of blood on the table next to him. Let me see which bastard it is! The unfamiliar name Palomares sprang up on the page, and Akaza took off his torn sunglasses, his eyes angry. This stranger was clearly the mercenary who had been in Old John's shop.

I'll tear the beast into eight pieces! The muscles in Akaza's arms began to twist. Bloat, which is a feature of enhanced abilities in the combat arena.

Sometimes when you don't look for trouble, trouble finds you. Palomares, who had just reached the door, spoke to John behind him. Perception, a hostile force is approaching their side. Palomares had heard Akaza's voice loud and clear from next door.

Bang!

The door of John's shop was kicked open again by Akaza. But as he opened the door, the cold muzzle of the sniper rifle was lodged against his head. With the slightest movement of Palomares' fingers, Akaza's head would burst open.

Although I think a bullet is worth more than your life, I don't mind wasting one on you. Palomares squinted at the man in front of him. A bead of sweat ran down the bridge of Akaza's nose and hung on the tip of his nose, but his eyes were strangely calm.

Old John closed his copies of The Times and placed them on the disorganized counter in front of him. Young man, killing people on the base is a recipe for trouble, he shouted at Palomares at the door.

And so it was. If this shot had gone down, Palomares would not have made it out of Third Base alive.

Of course he knew it, and he never intended to fire the shot in the first place. With surprising speed, he retracted his gun and walked away from Akaza.

Leaving only Akaza, still in a daze, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose on the floor beneath him. Then, trying to be calm, he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he had dealt with a lot of bad guys, but he had never had an opponent look at him that way. It was a kind of cold contempt, like looking at a dead body!

Akaza shuddered and lit half the cigarette from his mouth and took a long drag. Palomares. I will kill you.

Palomares went to the hotel room and sat quietly on the edge of the bed. It was a very scruffy-looking single bed, but the walls around the room were fairly solid.

At this point, Palomares's left side begins to become paralyzed as usual. This happens every day at this time. It wasn't obvious at first, and it lasted only a short time. But he could clearly feel that the situation was getting worse.

Palomares finds it strange that only his left side is paralyzed and his right side is still free to move. With his right hand, he carefully unwrapped the gauze around his left eye and slowly opened it. The covered left eye was just as beautiful as the right, its pale blue pupil inlaid with an eerie brown pattern. But for as long as Palomares can remember, he hasn't seen anything out of his left eye.

Palomares later discovered that, with half his body paralyzed, he could actually see a faint light in his left eye. And the more severe the paralysis, the more clearly he could see. It was no different now, the faint light of the room, the outline of which he could faintly see with his left eye.

The paralysis lasted about two minutes, and when it disappeared, the body went back to its previous state and the left eye went blind again. Palomares gets up and stretches and covers his left eye again. He fell asleep on the floor of the room. Normally he would not sleep in the bed. That's what Palomares does, and maybe it makes him feel more secure. He keeps his gun at his right hand, so he can be the first to react if something happens. Having done all this, Palomares drifted off to sleep.

Nothing happened all night.

Palomares came to Old John's shop before the sun was quite out to get his gun. And then they'll leave Base Three. For Palomares, Akaza is a modest problem, and trouble is the last thing he likes.

Palomares finally picked up a 9mm Browning pistol and cartridges from John, spending $100 to make a dent in Palomares' thin wallet. Browning, like the as50 sniper rifle he used, was a bygone firearm. They also remain the most widely used weapons in this chaotic new age.

Yes, in the new era, many things are old.

The laboratory seems to have an assignment for you. Let me inform you. I knew you'd be here to get your gun. I didn't expect you so early. "Big John said to Palomares, yawning.

Due to the limited testing facilities at Base III, the blood samples submitted yesterday by Palomares need to be sent to Falt headquarters for analysis. As simple escorts, such errands do not pay well. Even so, there are a lot of people who want to pick it up and can't. Palomares couldn't figure out why he had to leave it to such a newcomer.

Old John sighed softly as he watched Palomares fade away. What an unlucky guy.

Against the rising sun, Palomares heads east toward Fahrt City, the headquarters of Fahrt. It's still the same weird posture, running at even speed. Because of the scarcity of resources and fuel, few people use vehicles and other means of transportation. The cost of a car is sometimes higher than the cost of living for an average person.

Clouds of radiation floating in the sky, flowing with the wind. The spring wind stung Palomares' face. In the new age, people don't like spring. It's a bad season. All the monsters that disappear in winter come to life in this season. And rapidly increasing variation in such a mild warm season.

In the wilderness, armored snakes and saprowolves are the most common metamorphoses. These two mutants are very difficult to deal with, especially packs of rotting wolves, which can be a nightmare for the lone mercenary.

Then the Palomares, running in a straight line, suddenly stopped, and the smell that had been vaguely threatening became clearer. After a five-second pause, Palomares turned and ran to his left toward a patch of wood. It was a dense forest, even an ordinary tree like the banyan tree, give birth to many branches. Plants exposed to radiation usually face one of two extremes: they either dry up and die, or they flourish. Some of the plants died, while others continued to grow at an astonishing rate.

Palomares is open land if it doesn't go into the woods and take a detour. If there is real danger in front of you, then you will no doubt only become a live target of your opponent. Walking into the woods, Palomares jumps onto the trunk of a large tree. The dense foliage covered his whole body, making a good cover.

He doesn't know whether the danger ahead is real or not, and he doesn't accurately perceive threats from far away. That is to say, what the competent person perceives may only be an illusion in his mind. Even if the danger is real.

But the growing sense of murder convinced Palomares that he was right. But what kind of antagonist it is, whether it's a mutated beast or a nearby mob, Palomares doesn't know. Of course, it could have been a deliberate ambush!

Palomares looks through the scope of a sniper rifle, looks in the direction of the source of perception, and suddenly! Three fast-moving figures came into view. The target was moving fast, and quickly moved into the other end of this wood. Even at that speed, Palomares' eyes could clearly see that one of the three men was Akaza.

A lot of times that's the case, sometimes you don't look for trouble, trouble will find itself.

Chapter 3 The Ambush

Palomares held his breath and looked intently through the scope ahead into the woods, where the Akaza trio had disappeared. It was clear they were after themselves. Scariest of all, Palomares concluded that one of the three must be a sensorial high achiever. They haven't stopped moving since Palomares spotted them. And they seem to have a destination in mind, though this is all Palomares' speculation. If that happens, things could get really bad.

In the scope, Palomares can track a target within a certain range, but it can't lock it completely. The distance between them, Palomares looks about 1,500 meters. You can't shoot anyone under these circumstances, especially when there are three of them. Palomares alone won't be much of a combat advantage once they're out there.

Suddenly! Only two men were left in the sniper's scope. And a man is missing for no apparent reason! Palomares is now more convinced that they may have locked themselves in. The other two are just trying to distract themselves.

At 1,500 meters, any good sniper has a good chance of hitting the target, provided the target is stationary, and right now Palomares is completely stationary! He suddenly realized that if he stayed there, his opponent would have plenty of time to aim at him and deliver the knockout blow. And he lost track of the man who could have shot him at any moment. Palomares's palms began to sweat thin beads as the situation became more and more passive to him.

Grab a nearby vine, which allows Palomares to quickly move to another nearby tree for a short time. The two men in the scope are still moving fast, but all their movements are within a radius of 1,500 meters. It looks like the other team is moving, but it's always within the range of a moving target that a sniper can't handle.

To confirm his judgment, Palomares gets up and grabs hold of the vine, swinging quickly like a monkey to another tree. At the very moment when Gray got up and jumped, the branch he had hidden was mercilessly broken by a bullet! For a split second, Palomares locks on to the missing target again. And the target was only 1,000 meters away! Palomares was shocked and relieved. He speculated that the opponent might not be good at sniping, but just good at hiding. With the ability to hide, gradually shorten the distance between themselves. This is a sign of lack of confidence in your own shooting.

At the same time, the other Akaza and the other target began to move rapidly in this direction. They knew that with one shot, their partner was likely to succeed.

After settling on the branches, the Palomares did not stop, quickly climbing up the trunk. Standing on high, he aimed his gun at the target that had already been locked. The earlier shot missed, and instead of firing a second shot in a fit of rage, the opponent carefully redisguised himself. But he didn't know that Palomares was actively revealing his whereabouts in order to induce him to shoot and gain his whereabouts.

In the scope of the Palomares, the guy with the sniper rifle looked nervous. He retraced the path of the Palomares, up the tree trunk. The Palomares above the tree trunk don't give this guy a chance to take aim again. The other guy is not as lucky as Palomares, and at a distance of 1,000 meters, it's easy for a good sniping Palomares.

A thud of red and milky blood and brain burst from the grass. The shot made Akaza and another accomplice realize that the situation was not as smooth as they thought. But by the time they knew all this, it was too late. Palomares, high up in the branches, had a full view of what was going on, and without hesitation, fired two shots at Akaza and one of his accomplices.

The bullet left a gaping hole in the left side of Akaza's chest. A grim-looking Akaza looked down to see where the bullet had pierced him and then fell heavily on top of his partner. Does he wonder now if he hadn't picked on Palomares yesterday, if he hadn't set up an ambush today? Maybe he can still live on this earth for a few more years, even decades. But now it's over.

Akaza's accomplices were not killed, but the situation was not much better. The bullet from the Palomares went into his left thigh. It was too late for him to escape as he struggled to push the body off him.

Looking at his struggling opponent in the scope, Palomares didn't hesitate to refill his bullet. Akaza's accomplice fell to the ground.

The woods echoed with the last shot. Palomares folded his gun and gently tugged down the gauze tied to his left eye. Then from the trunk back to the ground, will Akaza three

After all this, it was getting dark. Palomares returns to the rooms of the Pharte Company for the mercenaries, which are slightly cleaner than the hotels of the Third Base. Although the rooms are for mercenaries, there is a charge for them, and the cost is double that of the hotel at the Third Base, which costs 15 yuan to palomares.

The bigger the city, the richer the nightlife. Like Falter, it has a legal red-light district and bars. I got a half-decent girl and whiskey. Most mercenaries choose these places to relax after a day's work. In an age where today means no tomorrow, people have every reason to indulge themselves.

But Palomares doesn't really like that. He hates alcohol, and that hallucinating stuff is troublesome. Perhaps, if necessary, he would patronize women who sell their bodies to survive. You get what you need, you pay and you leave. This kind of trade is normal in these days, like buying bread and water.

Palomares sat on the edge of her bed and began the process of paralysing one side of her body. He had to observe the physical anomalies for himself. Even if he didn't know anything, he wouldn't be stupid enough to go to a clinic or something. If you are really unlucky enough to catch a virus, even if you are diagnosed, there is no effective treatment. They'll probably end up dead in a lab.

Symptoms of paralysis appeared unexpectedly early, extending to more than three minutes. As before, when symptoms of paralysis appear, the blind left eye will come back to life for a longer period of time, during which the objects can be seen more clearly. Palomares keeps the information in his head, but he recently found that his memory was getting better, recalling details that were days old. Until the left eye falls into darkness again and the paralysis is over, Palomares moves her muscles as usual and wraps the gauze around her left eye. On the floor, but it was not a peaceful night...

Chapter 4 Emily

Falter's nights are never quiet. From time to time, there are the sounds of broken bottles of wine, drunken quarrels, and the sounds of bodies trading desires in the middle of the night. Many people prefer night to day.

Palomares falls asleep amid the noise, and he has a strange dream. In the dream, his left side becomes transparent, and Palomares can see the veins of his body, the arteries, veins, muscles and bones, as if they were a work of art. Gradually, those veins are replaced by circuits, like lines of light passing through the body. The source of the light is the left side of his brain, and Palomares reaches out his hand to touch what he sees.

But from there the dream breaks off, and Palomares wakes up suddenly, because in the subconscious of the perceptual domain, someone is close enough to threaten his safety.

Almost instinctively, Palomares quickly took the pistol he had at hand and held it to his attacker's forehead, unable to see his face because of the light.

'Who is it? Palomares's tone is icy, as if he's about to pull the trigger.

At that moment, the dim light in the room suddenly turned on, and strangely, no one pushed the switch. In the absence of a faulty circuit, only a psychic capable person could have done this.

Beneath Palomares's gun was a pretty face, his big eyes bright against the light. Her long chestnut hair was curled up with a pink pencil, and her rich lips were so pink they seemed to drip. It's a face that would make most men reluctant to shoot. She did not seem to care about the muzzle of the gun pressed to her forehead. She threw her hands up to show that she meant no harm. She held a piece of paper in her right hand and a black pencil in her left.

Hey, calm down. If I was going to kill you, you'd be bleeding dry by now. "She said to Palomares, and then she raised the paper in her right hand. It's a picture of Palomares just sleeping, and it's a very bad picture, very ugly picture.

The girl appeared relaxed and unnerved by the Palomares gun. She had apparently been in Palomares' room for quite some time before Palomares found her, which surprised him. It is not easy to lie so close to a two-order sentient being for so long. The girl in front of me is definitely not one of those women who come to the door to sell themselves. Even if it were, Palomares believes she would never be able to afford it on her terms.

"Who are you? Palomares asks a second time, pressing the muzzle forward a bit.

The girl is forced to straighten her body, so that her perfect figure is more visible to the Palomares. She was wearing a small red jacket that fitted her skin perfectly, though her breasts, which were clearly overgrown, looked as if they were bursting at the buttons.

I'm Emily, and I'm looking for a partner to get something done. I've been watching you for a while, so it's like this. Emily smiled and shrugged. Pointing to the gun against his forehead with his pencil, he added, Is this how you treat a girl?

Palomares doesn't want to put down his gun and looks at Emily with interest. I have no reason to believe what you're saying, he says. You have three minutes to convince me. You know, it's easy to go off when you get sore with the gun up all the time.

Emily looked helpless. She turned the painting on her right hand over. On the back was another painting that was almost graffiti. It shows Emily's head and Palomares's head, with a test tube full of blood in the middle. I really just need a helper, you know what this is?

Pointing to the tube between the two heads, she continued to Palomares: This is not your average blood sample. I can assure you, it's not below level 2. What does a secondary blood sample mean? The whole 3,000 yuan, I know where the 3,000 yuan is, but I alone may not be able to get close to the target. There are many things that one person cannot accomplish. Sex, for example, requires two people, but of course I'm speaking metaphorically. I've been following you for three days, and your abilities may warrant a cut of this $1,500, which you have no reason not to. Hell, he's such a tough guy.

Your ability? Your identity? Palomares, like a prisoner, peppered Emily with two questions in quick succession. This attitude didn't sit well with Emily. As Palomares speaks, he reaches down Emily's skirt and runs his hand up her thigh. The girl's skin is as fine as a fine jade, which is clearly incompatible with the women of this era, and there is no fat on the tight calf. Emily's breathing was noticeably heavier, but she could not move because of the muzzle on her forehead.

Palomares pulls a hidden revolver out of her short skirt's lap, the smooth skin of which keeps him there for a second longer. Palomares dropped the revolver and sat down on the bed. The gun, which had been held to Emily's head, was put down after she was sure she had no other weapons on her. And Emily's flushed face showed that she must have been irritated, or irritated, by the Palomares' search.

I really have no reason to refuse the 1,500 yuan. No one has a grudge against money, including me. Palomares held out his right hand and smiled at Emily, turning the corners of his mouth up slightly, a nice Angle, especially on Palomares's face.

Emily slaps Palomares's right hand off and quickly presses her left pencil against his temple, the head of which splits into a dozen thin spines. With one little push from Emily, the dozen spines would all be inserted into Palomares's head.

Palomares had no idea that this woman, who had been so meek until now, had suddenly changed so much.

Emily bends over, her face within five centimeters of the Palomares. From this Angle, the gully on her chest is perfectly displayed in front of Palomares.

I'm a very vengeful person. Emily smiled at Palomares as a faint aroma wafted into his face.

Emily sticks out her tongue and slides the tip of it from the tip of the Palomares nose to the brow.

I'd like to rip out those pretty eyes. She lifted the gauze Palomares