Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【423 purpose】

"If you let this living treasure go, it's hard to find another one. Lock it up for me."

Only?

This Diderot was really capable. He only had a few dialogues, and each sentence touched her point of anger, making her want to kill this man immediately.

Fortunately, she was sentimental about the story between him and Michelle for a few seconds. Sure enough, the rumors in this world are beautiful, but the reality is cruel. No matter how infatuated the male protagonist is, there may be an urge to make people harmonize with him immediately.

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Zhizhi stood up and wanted to run away. Diderot lowered his eyes and threatened, "I know the growth position of every bone in your body. If you struggle a few times, I will break a few bones for you. How about it?"

Zhizhi was still gritting his teeth, but Du hurriedly knelt down, picked up the handcuffs and cuffed Zhizhi's wrists, saying in a low voice: "Miss Song, for your own good, it's better not to resist. What you saw on Nangong Island is that life is about to expire.

The young master's strength is very different from that of the one in front of you. I advise you to believe what the young master said."

She had heard the tragic scene of Lu Lan's spine being broken when she died. She had heard Meng Yao's account with her own ears, and had also seen how even Young Master Nangong was so angry that he lost control. So she really shouldn't doubt Diderot's methods at this moment.

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Zhizhi didn't move, so Du breathed a sigh of relief, put on the handcuffs, and handcuffed her right hand to the corner of the immovable marble table.

"Beautiful, obedient, and smart, you have the potential to be a pet." Diderot sat on the chair opposite her, leaned back comfortably, and smiled half-heartedly.

"I remember correctly, but you invited me here." She glared at Diderot and asked in displeasure, "Beat first and then imprison. Is this how you, Jack, treat guests?"

"You sneaked into my territory, pointed a gun at my housekeeper, and just spoke rudely to me." Diderot raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, and his eyes were unpredictable, "Miss Song, in my place,

Do you still dare to call yourself a guest?"

"You even arrested my son, didn't you just to invite me here?" Zhizhi frowned, "What do you want to do to the stone!"

"We are going to get to the point so soon?"

Diderot sighed boredly, turned his chair, and opened the large screen facing the wall. After adjusting it for a few seconds, he opened one of the panels. After zooming in, the image of the stone appeared.

Xiao Shitou was put on a pure white surgical gown and lay on the operating table. His face was pale under the light, and he was sleeping with his eyes closed. It could be seen that he had not been abused in any way, but his head was filled with all kinds of strange things.

There are lines of different colors, and there is a white machine at the source of the line, with a timer counting down on the display, twenty minutes and thirty seconds.

Zhizhi had an ominous premonition about the jumping numbers, frowned and said in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

"Surgery time." Diderot tapped his fingers twice on the table with an expectant look in his eyes, "It is now in the clearing stage. In twenty minutes, I will start the operation for chip implantation."

Zhizhi's face changed slightly, and he clenched his hands to suppress his shock, "What is your purpose?"

"Unless it is cultivated from the mother's womb, it is impossible to create a clone that can survive for a long time. Nowadays, the maximum lifespan of a clone is only about ten years. There is no breakthrough in cloning technology. Now I must find a memory transplant to continue to survive." Dede

Luo turned to look at her, "For me, children are the best. Nangong Tou has enough time and wisdom to complement me. My biological mother is not annoying either. She has great potential."

"You have to use the body of a stone to survive..."

Zhizhi looked at Diderot, suppressed the angry words in the latter part of his heart, suppressed his anger, and asked calmly: "What about Michel?"

Diderot obviously did not expect that Zhi Zhi would say these three words. His fingers that had been tapping easily on the table froze for a moment. He turned to look at her and cast his eyes on Du who was standing behind. Their eyes met.

I understood everything silently.

"Master, I made the decision without permission and said something I shouldn't have said. I accept the punishment," Du said, hanging his head with a look of regret.

Diderot did not pursue the matter and responded solemnly, his face gloomy and he did not speak.

An eerie silence.

Zhizhi looked at the jumping hour hand on the screen, pursed his lips secretly, recalled the hand-drawn map in his mind, compared the arrangement of the rooms on the big screen, secretly thinking about how to buy time to escape, and figure out the situation within twenty minutes.

Where the stone is, save the stone from the water and fire...

"Your method of diverting my attention is very successful. Unfortunately, you should not forget that the mask told you that Nangong Tou has been infected with my virus for three days. If he does not undergo my surgery to implant the chip in twenty minutes, he will definitely be brain dead. No

Any other rescue method." Diderot's face was still gloomy, but his tone was unaffected and completely indifferent, "My most basic requirement when creating the virus is to leave no room for error, and my favorite method is to have no choice. Your son,

Destined to be used by me."

Zhizhi's expression did not change as Diderot expected, and was unexpectedly calm, "Diderot, you haven't answered my question yet, what is your purpose?"

"I made it very clear just now," Diderot frowned, "I'm sure you heard it very clearly."

"Yes."

Zhizhi smiled, and his expression was very strange for a moment, with indescribable indifference and ridicule.

Diderot was slightly surprised by her reaction. He raised his chin and looked at the woman tied to the ground. He felt that she seemed to have grown and changed from the image in the chip taken back from Nangong Island. He repaired

It has long been a habit of medicine and psychology to judge personality based on influence, but he didn't expect her to give him surprises one after another. He, who has always been very good at understanding human nature, couldn't tell for a while whether she was pretending to be in an act or if she was real.

Calm and composed.

Both paused for a few seconds, then Zhizhi asked again: "What is your purpose?"

"Michel," Diderot didn't go around in circles and replied with three words directly. His eyes were fixed on Zhizhi to see her reaction, "Resurrection of my wife is my purpose."

According to the analysis of ordinary people in psychology, she is relying on her weaknesses to reduce her enemy's sense of superiority and find a breakthrough point - next, she will ask him, why?

"Why?" Zhizhi asked without hesitation, "Because of love?"

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