the castration plan

Chapter 49

Bang!

Suddenly there was a gunshot.

The man's marksmanship was accurate and steady, and even pierced Roman's shoulder blade through numerous obstacles in a completely dark environment.

The small army deployed by Roman with live ammunition in the dark moved instantly, but none of the bullets could touch the almost ghostly figure.

Bemuir was picked up by someone, bumped for an unknown amount of time, and finally returned to another suburban home.

The cheap wine he had swallowed for dinner made his stomach sore, and Baymuir woke up retching and dizzy, his ears cracking from the shock of opening his eyes.

Shen He's face was covered with blue blood, and a few strands of dark chestnut hair soaked in rainwater hung down on his broken eyebrows. His words were like the knocking sound of an old typewriter: "Danger, release."

Baymuir's mind was empty, and he went to find a cigarette before he was awake: "Where is Roman?"

Shen He just shook his head, like a series of shaking his head that gradually decreased after pressing a spring.

A mellow smoke revived Omega's spirit, but the bile he coughed up drenched his palms and cuffs.

"You need a thorough repair...cough, cough..." Bemuir pulled a tissue and covered his mouth that was even vomiting blood, "Roman is the supreme leader of Helheim, the head of the largest European mafia family, He is at a higher level than me in your program, you fight against his orders..."

"Roman de Luca Posito, program, highest, priority execution..." Shen He's chest resonance system broadcast intermittently, "Alienation...program alienation..."

He violated the programming and was about to self-destruct. Death has issued a merciless obituary.

The remote-controlled death program was activated, and Shen He's skin layer gradually faded away.Without any dismantling machinery, he will immediately disintegrate into a pile of scrap iron and be disposed of as expensive garbage, and a strange love will end its unknown existence.

"Fuck." Bemuir cursed short and sharply, grabbed the phone and dialed it to the special frequency band.

"Roman, stop, you fucking!" Bemuir spat out two mouthfuls of blood, his voice trembling with anger, "Don't touch him!"

"I thought it was a wonderful night after reunion after a long absence. You and I are very happy." Roman stroked the emerald eyes on the head of the cane faucet, making the sound of nails hitting hard objects, and a voice full of laughter came , like drinking mellow wine, and then appropriately quoted Dickinson's poem, "On a stormy night, if I were with you, tonight would be extravagant. I hope I will be in your heart tonight."

"I'm fucking glad you're fuckin'." Bemuir bellowed over the rain.

Shen He's facial features began to disintegrate first, and a pair of eyeballs fell into Omega's palm. They were very hot, not much cooler than human blood.

"The research and development scientist of Blue Blood No. [-], is that Dr. Shen?" Roman seemed to be asking his subordinates. He always managed to maintain that kind of sincere and humble chuckle, and then sighed, "A genius who is too young."

Baymuir was taken aback for a moment, he understood the implication of this sentence too well: "You are a fucking human? Fanculo! Fanculo!"

"It's very nice, my little golden nightingale, I love your small and beautiful lips." Roman allowed him to abuse, counting the time for Shen He's head to snap off two petals, and opened his mouth just right, "You know , I love listening to your heart."

Shen Lu's smile surfaced in Bemuir's heart. The machine in front of him could be reassembled, but it was impossible for a dead person to come back to life.

"Roman." Baymuir opened the window and took a deep breath. The smell of green grass mixed with dust and dust on the stormy night made him calm down, and his tone softened, "I didn't manage him well, and It doesn't matter to Shen Lu."

"I thought you would beg me in a more interesting way, let me forgive everything indiscriminately, after all, you are not an ordinary goblin." Roman stroked his sleeves with a strong medieval mood, "Bermuel , remember? It was I who taught you how to become a stunner who does not belong to the world."

"Your first kiss was in the summer when I was 12 years old. That afternoon was as beautiful as an old scenery movie. Your blond hair spread out like a cloud, your crystal limbs writhed impatiently in my arms, and your lips pressed against mine Chin. Your tongue doesn’t taste very good. It’s dry and astringent like unseasonable red fruit. You use your front teeth to crack my teeth. It’s very loud and noisy, and half of the innermost deciduous teeth are still stuck Raspberry candy. You are like a wild cat without a tutor. You can't hide your evil, ambition, and full-body vigilance. The only cute thing is that you are at your weakest and shapeless age, the flower between your branches and leaves that have not yet sprouted. Child-like innocence, containing the quartet of spring, very clear, very sweet, the whole estrous period of menarche haunts me, so I have to tie you with two ribbons of complementary colors."

"Don't say it, don't say it..." Bemuir shuddered all over, his face turned black with cold, and he could even hear the fiery internal organs begin to groan in pain.

"And now? Look at how perfect you are." Roman said, "The recess of your collarbone can hold the greedy gazes of all the Alphas in the world. You only need to utter some sharp syllables with a little tongue, and a whole Men across the street would give you an erection all night long and give their lives to orgasm. Not to mention your refined and impeccable manners, birth and upbringing, the stars would stop with your smile."

"And you choose to treat your godfather in the rudest and casual way, which is not good, is it?" Roman was persuasive, sounding extremely peaceful.

"I'm sorry..." Baymuir didn't evade his words spontaneously, he was almost overwhelmed by the indescribable huge physiological fear and loathing, "I have a family genetic mental illness, you all know...I just did it not long ago Very high-frequency electroconvulsive therapy, unable to control my emotions...Stop talking, okay? What I said is all my fault, and it has nothing to do with others."

Alpha remained silent, the communication equipment was as hot as a piece of red iron, burning Bemuir's little self-esteem: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I beg you not to hurt Shen Lu, he is my only friend, I have nothing, my life sucks, I'm going to hell... Roman, don't..."

"You are very bad." Roman shook his head and laughed as if watching a humorous short play, "You know that if you ask me where I hurt, I will immediately soften my heart and obey you. But You'd rather let your friends sacrifice, or you don't want to care about me perfunctorily, don't you?"

"And you reminded me of a lot of unpleasant things, I have persuaded myself to completely forget it." Roman slowly tapped the back of his hand, "In order to make me lose my sexual desire for you, you starved yourself to the bone and went on a hunger strike To the point where I need a gastric tube inserted. Or binge eating and trying to get my thighs to be over eighteen inches in circumference, you know that's the limit I can take my lover's weight. You hate your blonde hair that's too beautiful to take my breath away, as long as you don't send someone Protect it by your side, and you will grab a handful at any time. The most ridiculous thing is that you are eager to contract tuberculosis, but you don’t know, you are more slender and sensual in my eyes like that.”

Horrible memories came one after another, Baimuer's hands could no longer support the window lattice, and his body was limp and about to slide down.A large evil cloud in the sky continued to expand, engulfing all the stars.

"God senses that you have finally found the trick. You have tattooed one of the animals I hate the most." Roman said in a slightly self-deprecating tone, "Your waywardness made all the tattoo artists in southern Italy lose their hands. Wash off that disgusting snake stroke by stroke with concentrated sulfuric acid. You escaped covered in blood and met your so-called savior in the small town of Folgandros, right?"

"But my Bermuel, after your mother died, you almost starved to death in a completely sealed basement, you were blind, and there was no light in there." Roman said, "You never remember that I made you see again."

"I finally got you back, like a lame, dirty moth, smelling like the plague. When I knew that you lived on snake skin and mold for those months, you said the world The most delicious food is pea soup and boiled potatoes, I think maybe it is the joy of losing and regaining and the guilt of hurting you, which made me indulge you too much afterwards, and my love was manipulated by you in a practical way."

"When you said that you were going to bring the power of Helheim to a completely strange country, towards a utopian dream in a different world without gender distinction, I actually knew your treacherous purpose-you can't forget you The so-called god of light and justice, right?"

"You asked me to go away in an extremely self-harming way, don't disturb you in any way, and don't come to China for the rest of your life. Although I was panicked and didn't know what to do, I did it." Roman's voice was deep and low, "And you It seems too free, a spoiled little slave, forgetting that the master's needs are paramount, and my pleasure is your greatest compliment."

"What's the matter?" Roman asked softly, "Don't keep your mouth shut, that's not pretty."

He once spared no effort to destroy Omega's fragile personality as a minor, but now, this vulture seemed to have returned to the sky and hovered, taking away all his vitality and extracting his soul.

"I'm thinking, I can't figure it out, where is your love and my love?" Finally, Bemuir laughed weakly and silently, and took his last breath from his lungs that were about to collapse. He knew too well what kind of tone is the most Cute and funny, the words are sweet and juicy like an orchard in October, "Love me and broke my little robot, what's your rivalry with a toy?"

The silence was so short that it could be ignored, and Roman quickly laughed: "It's true that you shouldn't bother with it, but I once bought you a whole doll in a mansion, and I've never seen you like it so much."

"Because I didn't need them to accompany me before." Baymuir lowered his head, his snow-white and slightly pointed ears looked like an elf boy watched by the gentle moon, "You always hugged me before, so I was safe. "

Like a beloved butterfly landed on the tip of the nose, Roman finally said softly: "Okay, my forever little princess."

Shen He's broken parts were laid out on the ground, and everything was in a grand sleep and silence.

"It's okay, I'll send you back to fix it." In the aria of endless complaints, Bemuir squatted down, picked up a piece of rhodium in his palm, rubbed it in his hand for a while, and finally pasted it on. His cheeks were so cold, "You are about to meet your Creator, where is my Creator?"

The record player was left on, and it was the "Love's Joy Gone Like the Morning Dew" that was playing.

ah i see

My happiness will never come back never come back to me

Behold Tamino, behold the tears I shed for you, behold the sorrow of love

Have pity on me, only death can find peace

Baymuir sat on the window sill. This was a nineteen-story building, and his feet were bottomless.

The purple python-like lightning on the top of the skull has a kind of detached and terrifying beauty, elegance and speed, like a devil's long spoon thrown across the sky.

The thunder rumbled close to his ears, especially when the lightning flashed, he was so close and close to the sky or heaven, and suddenly felt that he was in an unprecedented sobriety and absurdity, creating something more than life. Stranger dreams, deeper than death.

But tonight, there is a fiercer silent storm in his heart, which has already blown away all the dead branches of hope.

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Hey, there are clues in the front, Bei insists on dyeing hair, eating habits, Bei hates women's clothing, Bei is sensitive, Xiao Jiang helps Jiang Ling change clothes, etc.

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