Dc Violence -Kun

In the white room, it has become an operating room.

Jenny and the elder of Dean Bori are wearing light green sterile surgical gowns, sterile latex gloves, disposable sterile caps, and masks.

In addition, two men were beaten around to assist them, and several tall soldiers were standing by not far away.

Anesthetized by the larger amounts of anesthetics in the past, Bhadi has broad shoulders and thick back, and his body is majestic. Even if he is lying on the operating table, the contours of his back muscles give people a sense of stalwart. It is no wonder that Slade intuitively felt him. Extremely dangerous.

The green, slightly close-fitting, sterile surgical gown perfectly set off Jenny's slender and graceful figure.

It's just that the exposed beautiful eyes on the face, with bloodshot eyes, widened, causing her to fall into a state of mental tension and rigidity.

She hasn't slept for two days, and every moment of her nerves replayed in her head, it was all about Badi's operation.

She was too concerned, too nervous, and too attached to this operation.

It was about Badi's future. She really didn't want Badi to sit in a wheelchair for a lifetime. She wanted to walk hand in hand with him for the rest of her life.

The blueprint for the future constructed by Bardi completely fascinated her, leaving her heart full of Bardi's words and emotions, unable to extricate herself.

Jenny bit her lower lip hard, the pain irritated her nerves, Badi leaned on the operating table and waited for her, believing her.

"Jenny, are you okay!"

The old man of Dean Boli pretended to ask a caring word, and he could see that Jenny attached great importance to the operation.

But it was useless, the result was already in the hands of Slade and Dean Bori, and it would not change.

In fact, whether it's Slade, the old man of Dean Bori, or Bardi, they all understand that Jenny is really just a pawn in their hands, acting in the way they expected.

The difference is that the elder of Dean Boli didn't know that Badi was also a chess player, waiting for the day when he saw the sun.

Slade is wary, so he is strictly forbidden.

Badi lurked silently, showing what they wanted as they wanted.

Jenny shook her head lightly, holding a scalpel in her hand, holding her breath, and began to perform surgery on Badi's generous back.

The cold and sharp scalpel in her hand cuts the muscle fibers of Badi's back like a cow leather. It is somewhat difficult to see the flesh and blood and the deep white spine.

Jenny was calm and focused. At this moment, she forgot the tiredness that had not been rested for two days. Her focus improved. Seeing the spine, she took the pulse that could release the pulse from the hand of Dean Bori next to her as she thought. Pass the steel needle to 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 closed the cut back flesh.

The final shape is like a needle inserted into the spine of Badi’s back. A guide wire is connected to the back of the needle. It is very long and connected to a reclining metal wheelchair with a controllable screen on the back of the wheelchair. You can monitor Bardi's heart rate and polygraph at any time, these are what Jenny knows.

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

Pulsed radiofrequency acupuncture can cut off the action response of the limbs below the neck of Badi. The reflex nerves of the limbs will not be transmitted to the neurons in the brain, but are directly derived from the pulsed radiofrequency acupuncture, so that Badi cannot issue commands from the head and control the body. .

The elder of Dean Bori ordered several soldiers on standby to lift Badi onto a metal wheelchair, and the guide wire connected to the magnetic field pulse radio frequency needle was condensed into the wheelchair hole with step by step, the back seat of the wheelchair lay down, and Badi lay down. On the metal wheelchair, a metal circle appeared from the wheelchair to imprison his legs, waist, and wrists.

Jenny sweated finely on her forehead, took off her mask, and looked at Ba Di's resolute, masculine face, she couldn't help exhaling and smiled warmly.

The degree of completion has been carried out for the most part, and the rest is waiting for Bati’s awakening and turning on the pulse radio frequency to block the pulse information. On the contrary, it is the most critical at that time. It needs her to fine-tune it. I have probed with an instrument, but I am still afraid that if I am not careful, it will be easy to permanently paralyze Bati, and he will not be able to recover.

After she turned and walked to the wheelchair, she clicked on the control keyboard on the back of the wheelchair with her hand, and finally checked the settings of the pulsed radio frequency; so all of this was done by her hands. The operation can be considered difficult, but it is not difficult to complete in her hands.

More of it is that she cares and messes up.

She breathed a sigh of relief until all the settings were completed. Her legs were sore and weak, and her internal organs seemed to be hollowed out, and her face was filled with fatigue.

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

After everyone had left the white room, Jenny's tired face gently kissed Badi's cheek and stroked his hair, don't worry, turn off the light.

The white room plunged into darkness, she left here, rested, and waited for the awakening of Ba Di tomorrow.

...

At night, it's dark.

A thin body entered the white room grandiosely. Behind the Badi wheelchair, his fingers kept re-adjusting the impulse information, and the real impulse fluctuations were concealed under the nerve impulse information set by Jenny.

"Tsk..."

The disdainful voice seemed to snorted casually, and his steps gradually moved away from the white room.

Badi's eyelids seemed to tremble, and they sank again.

...

The next day.

Badi's eyelids quivered, and his eyes slowly opened. The sequelae of a large number of anesthetics made his body difficult to move and respond, but Wei Wei could still feel that his body was still there.

Feeling that he was lying in a wheelchair, the back of his neck was cold like a needle inserted into his spine, and his heart was calm. He knew that this wheelchair could detect his heartbeat and test lies on himself. To deal with it, we need to be more careful.

But at the same time, Bati also knew that he had a chance to act. No longer being imprisoned forever in the white room, this step is a leapfrog journey, although his freedom and actions are driven by others from behind with the help of electricity.

Seeing Badi awakening, Jenny, who had been waiting for a long time, showed a smile on her face: "You are awake."

Badi smiled slightly and didn't wait to speak.

Slade stood upright in his military uniform and said coldly: "Let's start, the anesthetic is about to expire." There were soldiers standing with guns behind him, and there were also soldiers arranged outside the door. It was a deep guard.

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

Jenny ignored Slade. She disgusted the soldier who was against the Badi. She only felt that he was an ugly and annoying soldier, and she didn't even want to answer the answer.

Jenny clasped Bati’s big hand tightly, her beautiful eyes with tenderness and concern, until Bati nodded gently and gave her great support and confidence, she ignored Slade’s stern dog food. The black face, left the hand of Badi, came to the back of the wheelchair, and started the pulse radio frequency blocking.

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