"I'm asking you to come this time, but it's actually for this." Just as Jack YY, Gonitz continued to say to him, "For some reason, I want to ask you to take care of her on my behalf."

Jack was stunned.

Goniz ignored Jack's surprise and continued, "Since she will be with you, she will no longer be suitable for the name Goniko, Saran, Saran Dagstino, this is her future name."

The nun who has now "changed his name" said nothing, and even had no expression on his face. After bowing respectfully to Goniz, he came to Jack, bowed slightly again, and said "Please take care of him more", then stood behind Jack.

Until he came out of the church, Jack's mind was dizzy. He felt that his brain, as the strongest adjuster, was not enough. Don't talk about Gonitz's purpose or how he agreed. He didn't even know how he got out. But looking at the nun around him who had been expressionless, Jack knew that he could only take one step at a time.

But what Jack didn't know was that Weis, who is also a collection of Eighths, did not understand what Gonitz did.

"I can feel that although not much, there is indeed power in that person's body. I originally thought you asked me to call him for the arrival of my Lord, but why..." Weiss said that she was a little messy.

"In fact, it's not just him, but Sharan's body also has strength. The reason why you didn't feel it was just because you were still sleeping." Gonis sighed, and his face no longer had that false smile. "As for why I did this, I can only say you will understand in the future."

...

Next, Jack's life changed from being alone to a two-person world - well, it's a bit bad, and a bit unrealistic, because Sister Sharan has always been expressionless and has always been in a silence of Lingboli, and Jack has no choice but to do so. Although he also wanted to find some topics to communicate, he always felt that Sharan was a little disgusted with him.

On this day, Jack received a call. The end of the call was Ralph, which was about inviting Jack to visit Brazil. The Brazilian mercenaries were in charge of the trip. Jack almost guessed what would happen and agreed.

"Don't you introduce it?" Ralph, who was driving in the car, seemed to ask Jack inadvertently.

"You can call her Sharan, a friend of mine." Jack replied.

Ralph raised his eyebrows. He could hear that there should be some problems here, but he could also hear that Jack didn't want to say more about it. Out of trust, he didn't ask more.

As a former special forces soldier, Jack certainly knew the rules of mercenaries. From a plane flying over the Cuban jungle, this can only be said to be the beginning of the journey. However, Ralph, who was originally worried about Sharan, was a little surprised. Although he didn't know who she was, he saw her quietly reading the Bible on the plane and felt that she should appear in the church rather than in the battlefield. However, when Sharan glided in the air, he always felt that she was worried...

——Not redundant at all.

"Hey! Pull the parachute rope quickly!" Since it was necessary to land accurately, the three people had to open the parachute at a low altitude, but the problem was that when Ralph opened the parachute, he saw Sharan still closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of gliding in the wind. However, if he didn't open the parachute, he would die of falling 100%!

Although he didn't know who Saran was - Jack only said he was his friend - as a soldier's pride, Ralph did not allow any accidents to the person escorted by him. Just when he wanted to abandon the parachute and even used himself as a mat to ensure that Saran would not die, he found that Saran's falling speed was strangely decreasing?

A few minutes later, the three people landed at the same time. Ralph, who was putting away the parachute, looked at Saran like a monster, because Saran did not open the umbrella from beginning to end, and at the end it was the wind holding her! Saran was also very strange. It was not her own strangeness, but Jack's performance, because Jack did not seem to feel any strangeness about these things.

However, Sharan, who had been acting in a state of ruthlessness, did not ask, but followed Jack silently. The two of them walked towards the secret base of the Rage Mercenary Group under the leadership of Ralph. After walking for about twenty minutes, a cold voice suddenly sounded:

"Password!"

"5753129." Ralph replied.

"8759457" was the cold sound again, and then the grass behind the three of them moved, and the position that was supposed to be the grass actually "changed" into one person.

"Lin Liana." Jack greeted the girl who was lurking in a combat uniform, with camouflage painted on her face and holding a Uz submachine gun.

The girl just nodded, then looked at Salan, and led the way. The four of them walked for another ten minutes and finally arrived at the secret base.

"Mr. Jack, the mercenary group of wraths welcomes you." In the base, Hardyland was the one who received them. "I think you should have guessed the purpose of us coming to you--it is for that clone."

Jack nodded and said nothing.

"After receiving the secret notice from the grass family, we immediately intervened in the matter and conducted a surprise interrogation of the clone. Unfortunately, we did not get any useful information, so we wanted to ask you to see if you could get any special information." Hadiran said expressionlessly, and Jack even speculated that he had interrogated "himself".

"No problem," Jack said, "this behavior of playing with life, whether in the past or present, is something I cannot tolerate."

Hadiran nodded and took Jack to another tent. The tent was guarded very closely. Lianna, who was replaced by Ralph, was guarding outside, while Clark was guarding inside. The scene inside the tent made Saran, who was following Jack, frown. He saw that "Hadiran" wearing a vest and shorts was tied to a chair, and his mouth was stuck with a rope. Although he could not see it, his teeth should have been knocked off. Although "Hadiran" was very clean and there was no blood, it was obvious that he had been tortured.

The chair was facing the entrance of the tent, and "Hadiran" was also awake, but he only glanced at the few people who came in, and at most he paid attention to Jack he had seen before, then put on his eyelids, looking silent and golden.

Jack, who had seen it for a long time, didn't care at all and immediately checked "Hadiran", but the results of the examination made him frown, because according to the results of this examination, this "Hadiran" was less than a year away from the gene collapse, rather than the first three years.

"Is there a record?" Jack asked Hardyland,

"Yes." Hadiran picked up a book next to him and handed it to Jack. Jack flipped through the paper about twenty pages. As expected, as Hadiran once said, there was nothing valuable. The only valuable thing was that this "Hadiran" should be very similar to the deity, and he kept silent and gold to the end - this is also the best way to endure torture. After all, it is difficult to say too much and once he opens his mouth, it will be difficult to close it.

In addition, from the records, at least the mercenaries used "conventional" techniques, and the damage caused was not very large. It seems that they also knew that this "Hadiran" was actually very fragile and could easily be killed by accident.

"Now, I have a few speculations, or problems," Jack said. "First of all, Colonel, what would you do if you had this situation."

"Like him." Hadiran understood Jack's meaning, "even the subtleties are similar."

"That's the problem," Jack continued, "We all know that cloning can only clone a body, and character and memory need to be cultivated later. I know that there is something like brainwashing. It may change a person's thoughts and even a person's personality, but it cannot instill knowledge - at least the current technology cannot do this.

Then, according to the performance of this replicator, there are at least two possibilities. One is that the person or organization who created him mastered a "complete copy" technology, that is, the technology of replicating all the cloned humans, including memories. This memory is the memory of cells, or the memory of brain cells, but you must know that memory cells cannot be replicated by simply dividing.

The second is that the organization has mastered a method of instilling memory, but another problem arises, that is, where does their memory template come from? After all, memory is a very complex thing. However, the organization that can do all this is extremely powerful, and I even suspect that it is probably... a country."

Everyone was silent because according to Jack's words, they could imagine how much strength they needed to do such a thing, and only the country - a country with strength - could do it, such as the United States and India - but if that's true...

"In addition, this person's physical condition is somewhat different from when I first met him. Now it's just a simple check so there is no detailed conclusion. However, I think it may be a genetic virus or a gene lock (not related to the gene lock in "Infinite Horror", but I need some equipment." Jack continued.

"It's OK, as long as it's not too sharp, you'll get it in three days," Hadiran replied.

Three days after Hadilan took Jack's list, Jack did get the equipment, but the person who transported the equipment surprised Jack.

"Yo, Colonel Mark, and Fio, long time no see." Looking at the two people jumped out of the Blackhawk helicopter, Jack smiled and said hello. But when he saw the other two people walking out of the box after the box was opened, he said he couldn't calm down: "I said, is the Falcon so idle now? Why are they all here?"
Chapter completed!