[Quick Transmigration] The target of the strategy is always wrong

When Eisen woke up from this world, he felt a powerful murderous aura.That was something he had never seen before, and Eisen couldn't help but frowned, turned sideways reflexively, and shot a knife from the dark.

Eisen smelled blood, and he walked slowly towards that place.This is a dank alley, you can smell the stench of sewers, and you can hear the squeaking of mice.Disgusted by the pungent smell, Eisen took a step back in disgust. At this moment, through the moonlight, Eisen saw who the murderous person was.

Looking like a child, very thin and short, he was curled up in that corner, blood flowing from his belly to the ground, merging with the dirty water.

But his eyes, like a wolf.Full of blood, staring at Eisen closely, his muscles tense, even if the blood is more turbulent, he will not hesitate to hold something in his hand, as if he is waiting for Eisen to give him a fatal blow. However, he All his strength should have been spent on that knife.

The wolf-like boy clenched his collar in pain, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

"You're going to die." Eisen took a step forward, and saw the nervous look of the boy as expected. He is really too weak now. If he is an enemy, then he will die here no matter what.But right now, he can't die yet.

"I can help you." Eisen softened his tone, and the harmless appearance was enough to make people trust, but the boy didn't believe it. He didn't believe how harmless the man who escaped his assassination just now was. .Eisen went on to say: "I will not send you to the hospital, I am a doctor myself."

Eisen accepted the setting Joe gave him smoothly, even if he didn't know how to see a doctor, Joe would help him.

He continued to walk towards the boy step by step, and squatted down less than a step in front of him.Just when Eisen was about to reach out to check his situation, the boy suddenly erupted and stabbed Eisen with the knife tightly in his hand. Even though he was very weak, his strength should not be underestimated.

Although Eisen held his wrist in time, there were still bloodstains on his arm.The knife was taken away by Eisen, and the boy stared wide-eyed as Eisen gradually increased his strength and was knocked out.

"Tsk, it's really hard to get close." Eisen stood up and looked down at the comatose boy, "Is he a killer?"

[He is a mercenary. 】Joe said so, he was telling Eisen everything about this boy, 【He was trained to kill since he was a child, and he did his first mission when he was eight years old. He killed his companion, the person he relied on the most .Then he was used by the dark organization and became a mercenary, specializing in finishing some dirty things.This time he went to assassinate a high-ranking official alone, but his previous deeds were exposed by the ghost, so the mission failed and he fled here. 】

"It was an incredible experience." Eisen admired so much, and then hugged the blood-covered boy with some disgust, "He is really small, too thin."

"How old is he?" Eisen asked inadvertently.

[He is already 18 years old. ] Joe replied.

Eisen didn't believe it, because the boy was only about 1.6 meters tall and extremely thin, so how could he be an adult.

[The weaker it looks, the more harmless it is. 】Joe replied like this, 【It turns out that such things don't often happen in the news?Use a child as a human bomb, and no one will suspect a child. 】

Eisen frowned, he just felt that the boy was skinny, a little distressed, and a little pitiful.

It was the first time for NO.17 to sleep so peacefully. He even had a dream. At that time, he hadn’t joined the organization. He was just a child in an orphanage with dependent friends and the director’s mother. But many things began to change soon. up.

He has already forgotten how he felt when he killed the first time, because too many people died under his hands, numb.This is just a task and has nothing to do with him.

He also dreamed that his friend fell to the ground covered in blood, and he was holding a gun. The doctor stood behind him and said, "That's it, NO.17."

He has no identity, no name, no future, all he has is a code name, and he never dared to expect anything extravagantly.

NO.17 woke up sweating profusely, his hands touched the soft quilt, and his bed was always just a wooden board, he never dared to sleep too deeply, otherwise he might be the next to die Own.

The abdominal wound had been treated, and the gauze was wrapped around his waist, but it was still very painful.He was wearing comfortable pajamas, and this was an ordinary day he never thought of.

NO.17 suddenly became nervous. He looked around to search for useful information. He saw the fork in the dinner plate on the bedside table, held it in his hand, and hid it.He heard footsteps, slowly approaching, approaching.

Then, the bedroom door was opened.

That man, NO.17 remembered him, before he passed out, he saw that man frowning.He swallowed involuntarily, but his parched throat was clamoring for a glass of water.

The man was holding a glass of water in his hand.

Eisen stepped on the floor with a smile and walked towards the bed. He noticed that the fork in the plate was missing, but he pretended not to see anything, put the water glass on the bedside table, and said gently: " I think you need a glass of water and a good night's sleep."

Then, under the fierce eyes of NO.17, Eisen sat on the bed. He leaned over slowly, reached out and held the hand of NO.17 holding the fork, and then gently but firmly took out the fork and put it on the bed. On the dinner plate, right where it was.

Eisen looked at NO.17's docile behavior encouragingly, then picked up the water glass and handed it to NO.17's mouth.And NO.17 glanced at him quickly, then picked up the water and poured it in big gulps.

"Do you have the strength to come out to eat now?" Eisen asked after collecting the empty water cup. NO.17 didn't speak, just looked at him blankly, he seemed to have regained his strength, like a wild beast that just wanted to break free.

"I think you need to trust me now." Eisen said with a smile. For some reason, his smile always had an inspiring power, "Let's go, it's time to eat." left the room.

NO.17 looked at the empty room, pursed his lips, got up and got out of bed, his bare feet stepped on the soft carpet, which made him want to let out a sigh.He saw his well-washed clothes and lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

NO.17 slept for nearly a day, and Eisen sat alone at the dining table without waiting, and started his own dinner until he finished eating and NO.17 came down.

When he got to the room, there was no one there, only the open windows, and neatly folded quilts and clothes.

The author has something to say: emmmmmmmmmmm... I still can't write a post-apocalyptic article, wait until I think about it