Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【394 Nangong Mo (4)】

I looked at the Nangong Island, which had just gone through a war and was still in ruins but had resumed military defense. I couldn't help but lean on the boat and sigh, "Underground is such a good place."

Diderot looked enlightened and said, "Son, you have chosen the best location for my headquarters."

The underground headquarters, the perfect hiding place, was created because of me.

Diderot always called me son, and it was very strange to be called that by him along the way. His appearance and behavior were probably around thirty, and he was well maintained. He didn't look old at all, even when walking side by side with me.

, he was mistaken for my brother many times.

He understood my confusion and explained: "I am actually very old."

"How old?"

"I'm too lazy to count my years."

"You sound as if you are nearly a hundred years old."

"How can it be so exaggerated to have nearly a hundred?" he mused, seriously, "it should be eighty."

I heard it as a joke.

It's normal for weird people to say weird things.

After returning to London, Diderot began to prepare for the construction of Jack's underground headquarters. I was tested for blood, wrote reports, underwent examinations, and took nutritional medicine every day in his laboratory.

When I asked him, he always concealed what I wanted to do under the pretext of keeping it mysterious. This kind of life lasted for about half a month. I felt bored, and some evil in my heart began to show up. One day Diderot

When I was told not to leave the laboratory, I drove alone for a day and arrived at a small town in England.

The scenery here is extremely beautiful, the scenery is gorgeous, and the people are hospitable and warm. I didn’t bring any money, so I stayed in a B&B. This is a mixed family, with a beautiful and tall British wife and a black-haired and yellow-skinned Asian Korean husband. They have inherited the advantages of men and women, but they are distinguished by one glance.

You can see how unruly the little daughter is dressed in punk.

Their daughter was very friendly to me, and even voluntarily gave me her brother's bedroom when she was traveling, saying that if I had any problems, I could always go to her room to find her solutions.

The parents were very friendly to me and said they wanted their daughter to take me around the town the next day.

I smiled and agreed because there was no reason to refuse.

I think they are so generous to me because I drive a expensive car.

I went into the room early and went to sleep. The most important reason is that I don’t like passionate women very much. After all this time, my definition of a girlfriend is still like that of the kid Doug Li 033, who is shy and unwilling.

Lose the violence and remain silent without losing the cuteness.

I had a premonition that I was going to have an affair that night, so I didn't even take off my clothes when I went to bed.

At night, she really came into the room. She first chatted and inquired about my life experience, and then slowly started to get closer to me, doing various sexy and skillful seductive moves.

I politely refused at first, then became impatient, and finally became irritated.

I couldn't help but put on a cold face and wanted to say goodbye, telling her to please love yourself a little more.

Maybe it was my tone that offended this open-minded girl. When she saw how disrespectful I was, she angrily cursed a few times in a vulgar tone and refused to give up. She grabbed the package I put on the table and threw it out and asked me to leave immediately.

leave--

Is this considered a hatred of evil, or does it mean that you can't suffer the slightest loss?

Normally I wouldn't care about this kind of thing, but when she finally said "fuck you" more than a dozen times, I closed the door, picked up the tape, dipped it in her mouth, and tied her up.

I don't like vulgarity, and her hysterical look reminded me of the dead woman who had been yelling at me for many years.

I threw her to the ground and threatened with narrowed eyes, "You shouldn't remind me of bad memories."

I couldn't tell if she was scared or not, she just shook her head and screamed as hard as she could, but her voice turned into a whine due to the tape barrier. She hit the floor hard with her feet to ask for help from her parents. I sneered and saw a cold silver light from the corner of my eye.

…

Then, I got a fever in my head and did something I never wanted to do in my life.

He killed someone with his own hands.

fuck!

He jumped out of the window and the first curse words came out of his mouth!

I was immature at that time. Even though I knew I would be fine, I still panicked when I saw the blood on my hands. I ran so fast that I didn't even have time to wipe my fingerprints off the knife.

Finally, I was arrested at the closed border of the town and sent to the police station.

That day happened to be my third day of adulthood. I was charged with murder and was sentenced to life imprisonment.

I am indeed guilty, but I am not afraid of receiving such a punishment, because I know that I have enough capital to escape from prison, and I don't need anyone's help just with my eyes.

But what I can't figure out is that I am not bloodthirsty or impulsive.

Why did he suddenly do such a cruel and puzzling move?

I can't explain it, but I feel it has something to do with Diderot.

Just when I was thinking about this problem for three days, I was saved by a man - Jack Hull, one of the founders of the Jack family, who had a close relationship with Diderot in adversity.

Jack Hull took me back to Jack's headquarters. Diderot saw that I was in a sorry state and was furious. He put on a steel jab and punched me in the abdomen. For the next half hour, I was beaten

He was beaten until he lay on the ground twitching, unable to move, and vomiting blood from his mouth.

He took off the hurtful thing from his hand and squatted beside me to comfort me, "You won't remember my words unless you get such a beating. My child, you haven't spread your wings yet and can fly high."

His face changes as fast as turning the pages of a book.

I clenched my fist into a palm and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, "Diderot, no one dares to hit me like this!"

"Surprise, ready." He suddenly smiled, "This is specially prepared for you. Do you want to visit?"

Before I could get angry, I was dragged away by him, put on a radiation-proof isolation gown, and taken to a special isolation room——

Standing in the room was a young man of seven or eight years old in casual clothes. When he saw Diderot and I, he stepped forward and called out respectfully, "Master."

Diderot nodded and asked how the preparations were going. The young man nodded, walked to the long glass table, pulled his arms and pulled off the pure white velvet covering the glass...

In the huge glass vessel lying horizontally, there is a man soaked in potion!

No, that's me soaked in potion!

Jaw-dropping.

This is the first time in my life that I have such a shocking feeling, and this time I guarantee that if I use such an idiom to describe it now, it will definitely not be wrong!

(Thank you to my dear fish tail for the silent gold medal, dear satifuil for the silent gift, and dear 11291677 for the silent red envelope^_^)