Lu Feng couldn’t clearly hear the words. He only saw that An Zhe’s eyes were red, as if desperately trying to show that this was an accident, a coincidence. He seemed to be trying to deceive himself into believing something, so as to excuse this.

Lu Feng reached to take something out of his uniform pocket. It was a thin glass bottle the length of a thumb, filled with pale green liquid and a label attached to the middle. The label had a barcode and a series of numbers printed on it.

An Zhe looked at this thing and wondered, “What is this?”

Lu Feng replied lightly, “A tracking agent.”

An Zhe heard the name. He remembered that Lily once said that she was hit with a tracking agent. Human names were always simple. The moment he heard this name, he knew the usage.

“The Lighthouse said that by irradiating the tracker with a special frequency pulse wave, it can obtain a characteristic frequency. After irradiation, the tracker is divided into two parts. One part is injected into the target’s body and the other part is stored. The stored tracking solution is injected into an analyzer and it can indicate the direction of the tracking field with the same frequency, no matter how far away.”

An Zhe closed his fingers around the cold little tube, holding it in his hand.

“Did you hit me with a tracker?” His voice trembled slightly. “When did you do so? I… I didn’t know.”

As he spoke, a thought crossed his mind.

His voice was lower. His throat was sore and he was almost speechless. “Have you long suspected that I’m a heterogeneous?”

“You passed all the judgment criteria so I didn’t kill you.” Lu Feng’s voice was even colder as he opened An Zhe’s fingers, pulled out the tracker and placed it back in his pocket. “However, I must be responsible for the security of the base.”

An Zhe stared at him, tears slipping down from a corner of his eyes. He thought Lu Feng would wipe it off but Lu Feng didn’t. The line of water became cold on his cheeks. Lu Feng spoke very little but it was enough to show his personality. He had mercilessly killed Madam Fu who was a queen bee.

He knew what type of man the colonel was from day one. Perhaps Lu Feng’s kindness to him in the past few days was just a fleeting illusion.

After resuming communication with the base, where did An Zhe get the self-confidence that Lu Feng had been treating him in a special manner, thinking that Lu Feng would let him go?

Lu Feng watched An Zhe’s eyelashes gradually lower before An Zhe finally leaned against his chest, closing his eyes. The soft water in the eyes of this little heterogeneous was also covered up. He seemed to be broken after everything was honestly confessed, Lu Feng thought.