Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Zhuang Xuteng would not have seen it with his own eyes if he had not witnessed the company turning corpses into ingredients for making safe blue in the underground bunker factory, and had not witnessed with his own eyes the experiment of locking living people in jars and trying to turn them into permanent brain power providers to execute puppets. Think of the terrifying possibility of "changing your head". Just as those experiences will permanently change people's views once they enter the brain and will never be forgotten, after the idea of ​​"changing heads" appeared, it also became a deep imprint, constantly burning Zhuang Xuteng's thinking and heart.

You must find a way to verify it, whether it is proof or falsification.

"We need to use forensic equipment to see if the head and body are the same person."

This is the best way at present, the only solution that can solve their doubts. "You can contact Dr. Jiang," Ge Gongdao suggested: "He has complete equipment there, and he uses our implants, so he doesn't dare to make mistakes."

"But his place is not safe." Zhuang Xuteng looked away from Tata's face to calm down. "Mike Lebedev is a spy from Dingxin Magic Company. He met us at Dr. Jiang's hospital - he was the one who was covered in black and had a complete disguise and skin transplant."

"That guy is a spy of the company? Hiss... that's different. It's possible that Dr. Jiang's underground hospital is under surveillance. The company is not ignoring it, it's just waiting for an opportunity."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded and said: "We don't know how much Mike has revealed, and we don't know if Jiang Pazu has also leaked the secret. But judging from the company's way of dealing with us, at least you installed the high-speed and high-explosion implant. It’s not exposed. And he probably doesn’t know about my high speed and high burst.”

Ge Gongdao frowned and thought. He needed to reassess the risk of Dr. Jiang leaking the secret. After a while, he asked: "Then what should we do with this old man now?"

"I'll ask Morgana if she can handle this kind of thing. She also knows a lot, and I think it won't be too difficult to distinguish identities."

Just as Zhuang Xuteng was about to call Morgana, Ge Gongdao stopped him. "The two of us jumped out to divert the pressure. Wouldn't it be a step back to involve Morgana and the others at this time? There is a risk on Dr. Jiang's side, and that risk only falls on our shoulders. We just have to bear it! "

Both options have their own risk points. In fact, there is no obvious difference between them. Since Ge Gongdao felt that Dr. Jiang Pazu was a better choice, Zhuang Xuteng had no objection. "Should we look for it now, or should we let Jeremy speak first? The assassination operation of the Special Department will take about ten hours. Obtaining information before then will allow us to be more proactive."

"Jeremy has a very strict mouth. He feels that he is a member of the company and will not be afraid of us ordinary people - these are his exact words. I did not add any exaggeration." Ge Gongdao said: "Incentives are ineffective, and threats are only effective." It will make him scold even more fiercely. To be honest, I don’t really expect to get information from this guy.”

"Would you like to try it with me?" Zhuang Xuteng clenched his fists and said.

"Okay, I just need to contact Jiang Pazu through an intermediary, pretend to make an appointment for implant maintenance, and see when he will be in the hospital. You can have fun if you want. It doesn't matter if you die." Ge Gong said Looking at the unconscious Tata, he said: "It would be great if Otter is still here, he is best at torture to extract confessions."

"It's too early to say this now. By the way, I brought him in together, just to use as a prop." Zhuang Xuteng dragged Tata into the dark room, put a breathing mask on him, and connected him to the oxygen bottle. After the metal door closed, he removed the restraint that was covering Jeremy's mouth.

"Five Billion Scarecrow Naike? You are completely different from the one in the photo. Are you disguised? Your skills are so good. If you weren't acting with Ge Gongdao, I shouldn't have recognized you." Jeremy said as he spoke Spit out blood from mouth. He had been beaten up by Ge Gongdao Pang, and his body was covered with injuries, but it did not affect him in the slightest from scorning Zhuang Xuteng in his eyes.

"Why did you want to murder Ge Gongdao?" Zhuang Xuteng took out a tank of oxygen from the box as he spoke, unscrewed the air valve, and let it slowly blow out. He is smaller in size, consumes less energy than Gorgondo, and has strengthened and backup lungs, so he has less urgent need for an oxygen mask. He placed the oxygen tank on the ground, closer to himself, and said, "This is the only thing I can't figure out: Why kill Ge Gongdao?"

"None of your business." As soon as Jeremy finished speaking, he felt a black shadow pass across his eyes, followed by severe pain in his arms and face. He found himself falling to the ground at some point, and everything in front of him was shaking. The only thing that was stable was the severe pain coming from his arm.

He tried to move his neck to look at the source of the pain, and then he found that his right arm was broken, with an extra bend between the shoulder and elbow, where the pain came from. He then looked up at Zhuang Xuteng. Before he could speak, another black shadow struck him, and he fell to the ground again.

"Gah!" Jeremy spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes still filled with resentment. Zhuang Xuteng didn't care. He grabbed Jeremy's collar with both hands, lifted him up along with the chair, and placed him properly. Then, without saying a word, he continued typing.

The first two punches were not strong enough, but Zhuang Xuteng made improvements so that the subsequent blows would not knock over the chair. No matter how Jeremy yelled and cursed, Zhuang Xuteng just beat him, punch after punch, almost never stopping. He released his suppressed anger in an orderly and controlled manner when he was suppressed, bullied and threatened by the company, and replaced it with Jeremy's inch-by-inch necrotic nerve endings and completely shattered limbs.

After fifteen minutes of beating, the only moving bones in Jeremy's body were his torso and head and neck. Zhuang Xuteng stopped temporarily, wiped his hands, and then stood in front of Jeremy and looked up and down.

Jeremy tried his best to raise his head and looked at Zhuang Xuteng. He was hurting to death, but he knew that he was dead. No matter whether Naike or Ge Gongdao had made it this far, it was impossible to let him go back. Once he leaks the company's secrets and makes the follow-up actions of these two people a great success, once the company investigates the source of the leak, many people will suffer because of him, which is something he would rather die than bear.

If no one comes to save him, he would rather die quickly.

This idea is not difficult to guess, but the hard part is how to decipher it. Zhuang Xuteng is not an expert in this field. He has only one stupid way: fight. As long as he can't be beaten to death, he will fight to death.

So he squatted down and rubbed Jeremy's body bit by bit, using his touch skills and clairvoyance to observe his injuries. During this period, Jeremy scolded him, cursed him, and kept hearing dirty words. Zhuang Xuteng would also get angry, but the way he vented his anger was still with his fists, so he still had to do what needed to be done.

Soon, he started the second round of punching, and the fists fell like raindrops on Jeremy's limbs, which actually made the already numb nerves feel severe pain again. Zhuang Xuteng was very bad. When he was rubbing it, he kept running his fingers in the direction of the nerves, giving priority to repairing the damage in this part and partially restoring the function of the nerves, so that he could cause pain again. Since the total amount of repairs was relatively small, he could undertake it himself, and there was a Tata nearby who could also help him.

By the third round, Jeremy had stopped cursing. He believed that the 500 million scarecrow Nack was a psychotic and sadistic maniac, and that insults were of no use. He had scolded Nike's interpersonal relationships within the scope of his intelligence. As a result, the fists were neither heavier nor lighter, but only more. He found that Naike's boxing skills were gradually improving, and he was hitting more and more painfully, and the fighting time was getting longer. After each beating, Naike would stroke his injured limb, and the nerves in the limbs would resume functioning.

Does he want to torture himself endlessly? is it possible? Whether Jeremy believes it or not, he only knows that Nike's technology is indeed improving steadily, and this desire to continuously improve himself is strong enough, professional and targeted.

After the fourth round, Zhuang Xuteng still checked as before and didn't say a word. This time it was different. Zhuang Xuteng sighed softly, then took out a pneumatic syringe from the box, put it against Jeremy's chest, and gave him an injection.

The military field first aid needle has a very recognizable appearance, especially since it has the emblem of the constitutional government on it. After putting the empty syringe away, Zhuang Xuteng sat on the ground and waited quietly for the medicine to take effect. Generally speaking, it takes fifteen minutes for the ingredients in the first-aid injection to be fully effective. Zhuang Xuteng took a rest for twenty minutes and used this time to summarize his previous experience and results.

Jeremy was beaten to the point of collapse by Zhuang Xuteng. He lowered his head and allowed the medicine to flow through his body. He regrets now that he replaced the toxin detection and armed tongue. The implant is too strong and no longer lethal. Otherwise, he can try to bite his tongue to commit suicide. The only thing he could do now was stare at Zhuang Xuteng, pretending that doing so could hurt him.

At this time, with a gentle sigh, Tata gradually woke up. He may have had specific training for the situation of waking up from a coma, and his behavior of continuing to pretend to be dead and secretly observing the surroundings was quite professional. However, disguise and observation, deception and debunking are two sets of antagonistic skills. Zhuang Xuteng's observation skills were so strong that he immediately exposed him.

"Lie down if you want. If you dare to get up, I'll knock you down. I have a problem here, and it's only related to you." Zhuang Xuteng stood up, beat him to Tata's side, looked down at him, and said: "Mercenary Otter, Are you impressed?"

"Who are you?" Tata asked, squinting his eyes.

"That guy is Nike, he is a psycho, don't talk to him!" Jeremy was able to "speak uprightly" at this time. It seemed that he still had the delusion that he might be rescued.

"Nike? I remember you don't look like this." Tata rolled his eyes, and through the dim light from the fluorescent stick in the corner, he could roughly see that this was a closed cell. He also noticed that he had a breathing mask on his mouth. The gas delivered inside had no peculiar smell and should probably be oxygen, so he knew that the air tightness here must be excellent. He tried to start the shadow slave device, but a large number of devices reported errors and failed to respond when sending and receiving signals.

Zhuang Xuteng stared at Tata's shadow slave energy reaction with his shadow eyes, and followed the clues to find the key core shadow slave equipment, which was located below his left rib and a little above his kidneys. He put his finger there and said, "Is the thing here responsible for your life support?"

"Irresponsible." As soon as Tata finished answering, he felt a sharp pain under his left rib. His last spare equipment management shadow slave was also destroyed by Zhuang Xuteng. "Hiss... you bastard! I have nothing against you, what are you doing to me?"

"You haven't answered what your relationship is with the mercenary otter." Zhuang Xuteng said.

"When I was working as a mercenary and gathering intelligence, I used the code name Otter. What's wrong? I never interfered with your work or delayed your earning money." Tata stared at Zhuang Xuteng. He suddenly raised his hand, ready to strangle his opponent's neck, but Zhuang Xuteng's nerve reaction and movements were much faster. He hit Tata's armpits twice, which directly made his muscles twitch. Then, he quickly threw two punches and a palm, knocking Tata, who was about to get up, down again, and holding him on the ground.

"You think you are a company employee Tata, and Otter is just your code name for being an intelligence officer among the mercenaries for a period of time according to the company's orders? How old are you this year?"

"Let me go, if you don't want things to get worse!" Tata said: "If I disappear for too long, Dingxin Mochuang will immediately launch a full investigation, and you can't bear that kind of pressure. The Special Department is not a formal organization, and the situation will be slightly better, but the key is Elizabeth Shaw's attitude. As long as we don't tell you anything, you let us go, and we don't want to take the initiative to expose our incompetence, and there is still a chance to hide it from you."

Zhuang Xuteng laughed, and what he said next made Jeremy and Tata's hearts cold as if they fell into an ice cave. "It's very interesting. This is not the first time I've heard someone say this. That's what Kaho said. He cares about his image or performance. Isabella Locke, the woman nicknamed Mopi, is also afraid of bad reviews. By the way, Dr. Egghead didn't beg for mercy. To be precise, he was beaten to death before he had a chance to speak. I felt that it would be dangerous to let him speak, so I acted faster. His men did beg for mercy, but I don't care at all." After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped Tata on the forehead, making him unconscious again. Then he looked back at Jeremy, whose teeth were chattering, and his eyes slowly moved away without joy or sadness. Zhuang Xuteng sat on the ground, his arms folded in front of his bent knees, posing a very relaxed posture. "How dare you... what are you going to do?" Jeremy's voice was hoarse and trembling, completely losing his previous majesty. "You have to wait a while. Your drug hasn't taken effect yet. I'll give you a few minutes to recover so that I can control my strength and beat you to my heart's content." Zhuang Xuteng's tone was very relaxed, as if he was just called to read a text instead of really talking about life and death, pain and abuse. He comforted Jeremy and said, "Don't worry, there will always be a head - we will definitely beat you to death in the end, either me or Dao Ge. The only pity is: you can't choose."

"Let me go! Let me go! Help!" Jeremy shouted.

Zhuang Xuteng was completely unmoved, as if he had no hearing at all.

Wait, what if he really turned off his hearing? All this was just to torture me more? Jeremy was getting more and more scared.