Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[412 Du’s statement]

"Boss," Han Ze's weak voice sounded from the side. He woke up from a coma, his eyes full of exhaustion, "I seem to have dreamed that Miss Song is here."

It's not a dream, Han Ze.

Nangong Mo looked into the distance and whispered, "Han Ze, after preparing for so many days, it's time to take action."

Ji Yu also woke up, looked at the electric fence in front of him, and replied: "Boss, this is the only barrier between us."

"I will escape." Nangong Mo's tone was calm but firm, "Believe me."

He has already predicted that today... is a special day.

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Jack was in chaos, and Zhi Zhi was good at sneaking in chaos. She used the chaotic footsteps everywhere to identify the number and location of the enemy. It only took her less than ten minutes to sneak into the switch control room. The lines were dense and complicated.

It's hard to tell, and each one is marked with a German sign to indicate the direction.

Zhizhi looked at the letters of the switch mark under the line from left to right. After a few minutes, he finally found the switch knife with the word "Secret Room" written on it, and pulled it down.

When she breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to go back to save people, she saw a dark crowd already standing behind her. The leader of them was an old man in his sixties, whose face had been weathered and his hair had turned completely white.

He was formally dressed and behaved elegantly. He bowed slightly to Zhizhi, nodded, and said politely: "Miss Song, the young master invites you."

Zhizhi reached for the gun in his arms with both hands.

When she went to take action, the guns were raised, and the coded infrared rays were pointed at her face.

"Miss Song, there are dense circuits here, so it is inevitably dangerous. We don't know how to shoot. I feel very sorry to invite you in such a way." The man's words were very easy-going, "Young master is at the young master's place. The young master sincerely invites us to meet you."

Zhizhi stopped, looked at the person in front of him, stopped drawing his gun, silently stepped forward and stood next to the old man.

The man smiled and said, "I am the young master's housekeeper. My name is Du. Miss Song, please come here."

The housekeeper... Zhizhi looked him up and down, with his Asian appearance, Western etiquette, and orthodox housekeeper attire. She asked indifferently: "You want to take me to see my son?"

"Yes." Du waved his hand, and everyone behind him put down their guns and retreated to both sides, "The onset of the three-day virus is approaching. I think if mother and son get together, Miss Song will not take action. In order to show our young master's sincerity, here

I will take Miss Song to the young master's room alone."

Not a single word of his meant any threat, but every word was reasonable. It sounded like very honest advice, but in fact it was just a way for innocent people to let down their guard.

Zhizhi was not a good man, so he took out a gun and put it against his head and said with a smile: "I don't like people who only say nice things. If you are really sincere, how about going to your young master's room like this?"

Du's expression remained unchanged and he nodded, "Miss Song, follow me."

Zhizhi was surprised.

He was really calm, without blinking an eye or even a moment's hesitation. If it weren't for the fact that he was buried deep in the world, then it was because he was truly a gentleman, elegant and pious in his attitude.

In this way, we walked all the way to Diderot's room.

As they walked, Jack's men gave way one after another, feeling strange about the scene, but because Du was leading the way, they didn't dare to act rashly.

Arriving at Diderot's room, Watari opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhizhi walked into the house and glanced around. There was nothing unexpected. It was just like the design style of the entire maze. It was full of dazzling whites that he dared not look at directly.

Diderot was not in the house.

Zhizhi put away the gun and sat down on the chair without any politeness, "Where is the stone?"

"When he is ill, it is best to be with the young master." Dudu brought out several drinks, including milk, juice, coffee, and red wine. "The young master will come over later. Miss Song, please be patient and have a drink first."

Things, please wait with peace of mind.”

"Killers don't drink things given by strangers, let alone from enemies." Zhizhi pushed away, "It's so hard for you to prepare so much, I'm not interested."

Du did not force him. He took the drinks to the sink, poured out the cups, and began to clean the cups. "The young master asked me to entertain Miss Song well. If you have any questions, just tell me."

"Is it okay to ask any questions?" Zhizhi leaned on the chair and raised an eyebrow, "Is it okay to ask people involved in Jack's intelligence?"

Du, I haven't had an interesting person around me for a long time. It seems pretty good to keep this woman for my own use. What do you think?

The young master's words echoed in his ears, and Du nodded, "Of course."

"Why did Diderot persist in these researches that changed the rules of human existence, memory chips, memory transplants, and clones? What on earth drove him to persist in doing this for nearly a hundred years and still persevere, never give up, and not hesitate?

Go against Nangong, even seize the stone for experiments?"

Zhizhi only said one sentence, but in Du's view, it was a very long and complicated question. Those memories that were so long ago that they could be turned into dim old-fashioned movies returned to his mind again, and he felt dazed for a while.

"Nearly a hundred years..." Du muttered, "It turns out it has been so many years."

Lowering his head, he saw Zhizhi staring at him, as if he was serious about wanting to hear the answer. This expression was the same as the one from the Jack family at that time, she was so persistent and resolute, never giving up.

Then he smiled and began to narrate.

"The young master is from Germany. He has been called a genius since he was a child. He is highly accomplished in medicine. He studied medicine because he met Mr. Jack when he came to the UK with his mother to visit relatives when he was six years old. While becoming a close friend, he also met Mr. Hector.

Master Er’s sister——Miss Michelle.

Miss Michelle was five years old at the time. She had suffered from severe congenital allergic asthma since she was a child. It could not be cured and her body was weak. Because the source of allergens could not be identified and medical science was not developed enough, Miss Michelle lived in the attic all year round.

Without leaving the house, you can look out the window at the people, flowers and plants in the outside world.

Later, when the young master met Miss Michel, he made a vow to cure Miss Michel, and began to study medicine diligently. In addition to his extraordinary talent, he devoted himself to studying, and before he was fifteen years old, he had become a German medical doctor.

The legendary leader in the world.