DC Tyrant

In the white room, this place has become an operating room.

Jenny and Dean Boli are wearing light green sterile surgical gowns, sterile latex gloves, disposable sterile caps, and masks.

In addition, there were two thugs on the sidelines to assist them, and several tall soldiers were standing by not far away.

Anesthetized by a larger dose of anesthesia in the past, Barty has broad shoulders and a thick back, with a majestic figure. Even when he is lying on the operating table, the outline of his back muscles gives people a sense of stalwart. It is no wonder that Slade intuitively felt that he Extremely dangerous.

The green slightly fitted sterile surgical gown perfectly set off Jenny's slender and graceful figure.

It's just that the beautiful eye exposed on the face, the white of the eye is bloodshot, widened, making her into a state of mental tension and rigidity.

She hadn't slept for two days, and every moment her tense nerves played back was related to Bati's operation this time.

She was too concerned, too nervous, and took this operation too seriously.

It's about Bati's future, she really doesn't want Bati to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life, she wants to walk hand in hand with him for the rest of her life.

The blueprint for the future built by Bati completely fascinated her, making her unable to extricate herself from Bati's words and emotions.

Jenny bit her lower lip hard, the pain stimulated her nerves, Batty lay down on the operating table and waited for her, believing her.

"Jenny, are you okay!"

The old man Dean Boli asked a word of concern hypocritically. He could see that Jenny attached great importance to this operation.

But it's useless, the result has long been in the hands of Slade and Dean Boli, and it will not change.

In fact, whether it was Slade, the old Dean Boli, or Batty, they all understood that Jenny was really just a pawn in their hands, acting in the way they expected.

The difference is that the old Dean Boli doesn't know that Bati is also a chess player, and he is lurking waiting for the day when he sees the sun.

Slade is vigilant, so he is strictly on guard against Batty.

Bady lurks silently, showing what they want according to what they think.

Jenny shook her head lightly, held the scalpel in her hand, held her breath, and began to operate on Bati's generous back.

The cold and sharp scalpel in her hand cut through the muscle fibers of Bati's back, just like cutting through cowhide, and it was difficult to see the flesh and white deep spine.

Jenny was calm and focused. At this moment, she forgot the fatigue she hadn't had a good rest for two days. Her mental focus improved, and she saw the spine. As she had imagined, she took the pulse-releasing pulse from Dean Boli next to her. Pass the steel needle, stabilize the nerve fibers near the spine, and connect to the bone marrow nerve.

After more than half an hour of focused fine-tuning.

Finally, she closes the cut back flesh.

The final shape is like a needle inserted into the back of Bati's neck spine. The needle is connected to a long guide wire, which is connected to a reclining metal wheelchair with a controllable screen behind it. You can monitor Batty's heart rate at any time, lie detection, these are all Jenny knows.

What Jenny didn't know was that the wheelchair could also use electric shocks and release toxins to control Batty's life.

The pulsed radio frequency needle can cut off the action response of Batty's limbs below the neck. The reflex nerves of the limbs will not be transmitted to the neurons in the head, but will be directly derived from the pulsed radio frequency needle, so that Batty cannot issue commands from the head and control the body .

The old man Boli ordered several soldiers on standby to lift Batty onto the metal wheelchair, and the guide line connected to the magnetic field pulse radio frequency needle was drawn into the hole of the wheelchair step by step. The back seat of the wheelchair lay down, and Batty lay down. On the metal wheelchair, metal rings emerged from the wheelchair to imprison his legs, waist, and wrists.

Jenny sweated profusely on her forehead. She took off her mask and looked at Bati's resolute and masculine face. She couldn't help but exhaled and smiled warmly.

Most of the completion has been completed, and the rest is waiting for Bati to wake up and turn on the pulse radio frequency to block the pulse information. On the contrary, it is the most critical time, and she needs to adjust it carefully, not too big, not too small, she has already I have used instruments to detect it, but I am still afraid that if I am not careful, it will easily paralyze Bati permanently, and I will not be able to recover.

She turned around and walked to the wheelchair. She clicked the control keyboard on the back of the wheelchair with her slender hands, and finally checked the setting of pulsed radio frequency; The operation can be regarded as difficult, but it is not difficult to complete in her hands.

What's more, if she cares, she will be chaotic.

It wasn't until all the settings were completed that she breathed a sigh of relief, her legs were sore and weak, and a feeling of weakness as if her internal organs had been hollowed out flooded her face with tiredness.

She pressed her fingers on the wheelchair, looked at Batty's face carefully, and remembered the story of the deep knife mark, his past, and her future.

After everyone left the white room, Jenny gently kissed Baddy's cheek with a weary face, stroked his hair, and turned off the light without letting go.

The white room fell into darkness, she left here, rested, and waited for Bati to wake up tomorrow.

...

Night, dark.

A thin body majestically entered the white room. Behind Baddy's wheelchair, his ten fingers kept readjusting the pulse information. The real pulse fluctuations were concealed under the nerve pulse information set by Jenny.

"Tsk..."

The voice full of disdain seemed to hum casually, and the footsteps gradually moved away from the white room.

Bati's eyelids seemed to tremble, and then sank again.

...

the next day.

Bady's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. The sequelae of a large amount of anesthetics made it difficult for his body to move and react, but Wei Wei could still feel that his body still existed.

Feeling that he was lying in a wheelchair, the back of his neck seemed to be pierced into his spine with coldness like a needle, Badi felt calm in his heart. He knew that this wheelchair could detect his heartbeat and test lies to himself from now on, so the following Coping requires more care.

But at the same time, Bati also knew that he had the opportunity to act. Instead of being imprisoned in the white room forever, this step is a leaping journey, although his freedom and actions are driven by others with electric assistance from behind.

Seeing Badi wake up, Jenny, who had been waiting for a long time, showed a smile on her face: "You're awake."

Bati responded with a slight smile, and didn't wait to speak.

Standing upright in military uniform, Slade said coldly, "Let's start, the anesthetic is about to wear off." There were soldiers standing behind him with guns, and there were also soldiers arranged outside the door, which could be described as heavily guarded.

The old Dean Boli has checked everything and made sure that Barty cannot move in this situation, but Slade is still on guard in his own way.

Jenny ignored Slade. She hated this soldier against Batty to the extreme. She only thought he was an ugly soldier trying to be annoying, and she didn't even want to answer the words.

Jenny held Batty's big hand tightly, her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness and worry, until Batty nodded slightly, giving her great support and confidence, she ignored Slade's seriousness of eating dog food Hei Lian left Ba Di's hand, came to the back of the wheelchair, and began to activate the pulsed radio frequency block.