Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【431 Desperate Situation】

Even if Mask didn't need to read his mind at this time, he could still feel the panic of the woman next to him towards the man on the screen. He suddenly felt blocked for a moment, and an extreme sense of depression surged in his chest. When it reached his throat, it became a bit...

It was salty and astringent. I swallowed and tried to get rid of this unpleasant feeling, but I had no choice but to repeat it several times, but it was still in vain. A feeling that was so stuffy that I could feel pain rolled between my throat and chest, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

He never really likes to take the initiative to kill people, and when he sees Hekaches always killing people out of bloodthirsty, he will secretly despise him, thinking that he is not of the same kind as them.

He followed Diderot because he wanted to pursue something he didn't know he wanted.

What did he want? It was never clear.

I don't know if it was because reading the memory of the clone brought in emotions that he had never had before, but now, there was a voice in his heart telling him - he wanted this woman around him, and he wanted her to treat her with the same attitude.

Himself, he needs to kill the man who stands fearlessly on the screen and looks at the woman in the camera with tenderness on his face.

Not being able to do it himself may become his biggest regret.

"First shot, ready."

Mask gave the order, and the sound of loading sounded loudly.

Suddenly, many Nangong people made noises, shouting advice, "Master, you can't do this!"

Nangong Jue ignored it, just raised his head and glanced at Zhizhi, and suddenly smiled.

"Don't worry." His voice was low and deep. Although there was no emotion at all, it could make people hear some inexplicable softness and stability. "It's okay."

Zhizhi's heart trembled, and the look in his eyes felt strange yet familiar at the same time.

The stares lasted for three seconds. Zhizhi was finally able to move his lips, and with difficulty, he mouthed five words, "Don't...don't die..."

Zhizhi was still wondering if he could see it, would he notice the tiny movements of her lips, when he already nodded.

In fact, his eyes were always on her.

"shot."

The word ice and cold rang in his ears, and the masked voice was suppressing great impatience. He waved his hands and gave orders, looking at Nangong Jue's expression mixed with a bit of jealousy.

The sound of a gunshot suddenly rang out, and the bullet penetrated the air and hit his left shoulder. The shock caused him to stumble and take a step back, leaving blood on his shoulder.

Nangong Jue had always been dressed in black, but for some reason he was wearing a white shirt this time. Within three seconds of the bullet ringing, large bloody roses bloomed on his shoulders, and cumin bloomed endlessly, with dazzling colors.

His lips moved, as if he said something...

When Zhizhi saw it, his heart felt as if it had been hollowed out.

How is that possible!

"Second shot, prepare," Mask ordered, waving his hand, "Fire."

The second shot hit his left arm, where the upper arm was. The suit was pierced by the bullet, and flesh and blood almost popped out!

He staggered again, unable to hold himself back.

Zhizhi's tears flowed out suddenly, and they continued to surge.

Why...why exactly?

She couldn't speak, couldn't stop, and had severe pain and convulsions in her chest. Even if she wanted to say sorry to the innocent person who was shot, it became very difficult.

Mask's face was already gloomy. When he saw Zhizhi standing dumbly with tears streaming from his eyes, his face turned blue. He turned to Zhizhi and asked, "Do you know that with the last shot, I will die?"

Where were the people hit?”

Zhizhi stared at the screen without thinking about anything, stubbornly avoiding his mind-reading skills.

The masked hand raised and reached towards Zhizhi's chest, moving from right to left, and finally settled on one place, and said more firmly, "Here."

heart.

Zhizhi's chest skipped a beat, as if he could imagine the bullet embedded in his chest...

don't want.

She shouted in her heart, whether it was a roar or a prayer.

The mask grinned as brightly as possible, raised his hand, and ordered, "Third shot, prepare."

Zhizhi didn't want to see the bullet hit him again. He wanted to hide and close his eyes, but he didn't even have the ability to control his eyelids. He was like a puppet being manipulated. He could only watch the people important to him injured and damaged.

disappear……

don't want.

The second time such a voice sounded in her heart, the corners of her lips began to twitch, and she uttered these two words silently with great difficulty.

Get out of the way!

When the third shot came out, Zhizhi frowned and saw that the shot went off and hit the chairs lined up beside it——

Diderot frowned in displeasure, "Mask, the Nangong men above are always a threat. We don't have much time, so we must fight quickly."

"That's fine." After hearing Diderot's order, Mask raised his weapon, glanced at Zhizhi, and said with a smile: "It will take at least twenty minutes for the hypnosis to be solved. Diderot, I will solve it. Remember to leave

Her life, she is mine."

Diderot did not answer the request for a mask. He snorted lightly and turned his attention to the room where the stone laboratory was monitored.

The mask's eyes were confident and sinister, and he led a group of people up.

Jack's manpower was always scattered, and without command, trouble would inevitably occur.

Taking action against Nangong Jue himself was exactly what he wanted.

Just as the mask was leaving, a mechanical time signal came from the screen, "There are four minutes left before the start of the operation. Please put on the isolation gown as soon as possible and go to the laboratory to perform the operation. The time will start counting down now."

Four minutes.

Zhizhi stared at the screen almost subconsciously, only to see that the timer next to the stone lying on the operating table was counting down, and a line of small green German words appeared on the instrument display screen, clearing completed.

"This is a sign that the virus has finished taking effect." Diderot looked forward to it with confidence in his eyes. "If you don't implant the memory chip myself within four minutes, your son will definitely die."

Zhizhi tried not to think about his words and fell into panic. She had accidentally read it in an ancient psychology book in An Yi's laboratory. This kind of physical hypnosis was extremely terrifying. If she was dominated by others all the time, she would

If you are unable to concentrate and are caught up in extreme emotional fluctuations, and if you are forced to break it at a specific time, you will most likely be trapped in hypnosis forever, with no possibility of waking up.

Even the caster is helpless.

She kept her eyes open, but tried not to look at the surveillance video showing Nangong Jue lying on the ground on the left and the stone covered with wires and test tubes on the hospital bed on the right. She told herself over and over to calm down and think.

She remembered that the correct cracking technique was written in the book, what was it! What was it!

"Miss Song, even though the mask told me to keep you alive," Diderot spun his chair around and faced Zhi Zhi, "It's a pity, I still want to kill you."

Zhizhi was not surprised. Under the control of his strong consciousness, he was finally able to close his eyes on his own.

"To tell you the truth, the mask once predicted to Jack and himself that today is the day of Jack's destruction and his death." Diderot smiled scornfully, "He still didn't predict my outcome. When he asked me how to deal with it,

I tell the mask with certainty that things will turn around, the situation will change, Jack will not be destroyed, and we will live forever."

Zhizhi opened his eyes in confusion and looked at Diderot with slightly widened eyes... Destruction, death?

Diderot stood up and walked to the opposite side of Zhizhi. He looked at the mask of Nangong Jue approaching the field above and approaching Nangong Jue step by step from the surveillance camera. He smiled slightly, turned off the camera pointed at Zhizhi, walked up to her, and laughed.

Said: "Just like how he believed in me many years ago and changed his disabled life, this time he chose to believe in me again."

What does he mean!

"I have long been tired of these cumbersome things. Since you understand that I can no longer remember Michelle, how can I still remember the so-called hatred for Nangong? Apart from experiments and true immortality, there is nothing worthy of me anymore.

Don't waste any effort. I gave all the command of this battle to the mask. I believe he will

He will definitely be sincere to me and continue to believe that I will change the prophecy of his death and save Jack. He will do his best." Diderot walked up to Zhizhi and lifted her chin with one hand, "Now, officially the Nangong family

It's a good show of internal strife and dog-eat-dog. You are the luckiest, you can watch this finale with me before you die."

Zhizhi’s eyes are filled with fire and anger!

It turns out that this man no longer has any emotions that humans should have - he is calm and calm, looking down at the chaotic situation he has created with a proud attitude. Regardless of whether he is close to the people he cares about, all of them are thrown into the pit of fire.

Watching with cold eyes, happy to see the results, the destruction and death of everyone awaits.

He betrayed easily, without any hesitation or even any guilt.

He has a smile on his face and is called watching.

"The operation will begin in three minutes, and the countdown will continue..."

One minute has passed.

Diderot put Zhizhi aside and snorted coldly, "It's boring."

In the surveillance projection, the Nangong family members above the church were surrounded by Jack's family members with weapons, and the masks were also in the middle. They sneered and threatened, and aimed the fourth shot at Nangong Jue's right arm.

Xiao Shitou's face gradually turned gray and bloodless, as if as time passed by, his life was also passing by...

Diderot prepares to go to the operation site.

She is trapped here under deep hypnosis and cannot move.

Desperate situation.

Zhizhi only had these two words left in his mind——

Whether it was the death of the man on the screen or the stone living as another substitute for Diderot, this was a situation that made her desperate. She did not have the courage to accept such a loss at the same time. She could not just watch and treat herself like this.

The important person was far away from her in an instant, and she could only watch, helplessly...

Diderot put on his isolation gown and took out a pure white square box from a well-decorated sterilization cabinet. When he opened it, it turned out to be a complete set of surgical supplies.

"Three minutes countdown..."

The mechanical female voice continued to be emotionless and cold.

Zhizhi's chest is getting colder and colder...

Mask began to prepare the fifth fatal shot.

Stone's heart rate test is getting lower and lower, reaching zero.

"Two minutes and forty-five seconds, two minutes and forty-four seconds, two minutes and forty-three seconds..."

The countdown sounded, and Zhizhi's heart felt like it was stabbed hard by a needle——

Diderot took out the walkie-talkie and gave a cold order to the people in the side room, "Du, kill this woman during my operation, otherwise don't think of following me again in the future."

"...Yes, Master."

Although the answer hesitated for half a second, it was still very loyal and affirmative.

Diderot hummed, threw away the walkie-talkie, picked up a set of surgical supplies, and walked towards the front door. When he passed Zhizhi on the way, he said in a bad way, "Miss Song, I am Nangong Tou's savior!"

Don't worry, I will live on for you and Nangong Jue's son, so that his pure little hands will be stained with more blood, that face will be full of evil, and that little head will be filled with all kinds of unusual perversions

Experiment... to be honest, haha, I'm looking forward to it very much."

Stone…her little stone…

The ring finger of the masked person in the surveillance video on the left is on the gun wrench, and he proudly declares with a smile, "Go to hell..."

In the monitor on the right, Shitou's right index finger seemed to move, and he murmured silently, "Mommy..."

A big hole was instantly opened in Zhizhi's chest, leaving a void, darkness and hopelessness.

"It's really rare that such a step is still conscious. It is indeed a satisfactory test subject that I found."

Diderot caressed his chin and murmured to himself, then took the surgery box and was about to leave.

The countdown of the mechanical female voice swayed in Zhizhi's mind even more coldly and clearly, "The two-minute countdown begins, one minute and fifty-nine seconds, one minute and fifty-eight seconds..."

Diderot groaned, turned around and walked towards the fast passage leading to the experimental area on the other side——

But when he lifted his steps, the left corner of the isolation gown was firmly grabbed by someone's hand.

He looked back and saw that Zhizhi still had a cloudy look in his eyes, but his right hand firmly grasped the corner of his clothes, and the corners of his lips were pursed and motionless.

Diderot looked disgusted, stretched out his hand and tugged on her arm, trying to pull it away, and said angrily: "Why, the strong maternal love allows you to break through your consciousness and control your body?"

Zhizhi finds it difficult to move, let alone use strength.

She gritted her teeth and held on to the hem of his clothes. Diderot tugged twice and found that her fingers seemed to be stuck to the isolation gown and could not be pushed away. Pulled by her anger, she raised her hand.

, slapped her in the face!

The snapping sound is crisp and frightening!

Uncontrollably, Zhizhi fell backwards two steps mechanically, grabbing the hem of Diderot's clothes and falling down, but his hand was still holding on to Diderot's hem.

Diderot's slap was so hard that his face immediately swelled up and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The salty and astringent taste filled my mouth, and my head even felt dizzy.

Zhizhi Shengsheng swallowed the blood that surged into his mouth, and held on to his isolation gown with an expression of determination that he would never let go.

Diderot did not expect that this woman was so stubborn and had such strength even when she was on the verge of death. She grabbed Zhizhi by the collar and shouted angrily: "Without me, your son will be brain-dead within five minutes. Let go, you stupid woman!"

stupid?

Handing your son over to the devil is the real stupidity.

The corner of Zhizhi's mouth twitched, and the pain of tearing made her regain some sense of consciousness. It was difficult to speak with her lips, you will... lose...

Where did she get her confidence?

Diderot grabbed her by the collar and threw her hard against a white machine. There was a loud bang, and Zhi Zhi's arm was hit by a heavy object, and her right hand also hit a sharp object, leaving a bloody mark.

Bright red blood flowed out...

The machine vibrated, and Zhi Zhitong's whole body twitched. She was surrounded by overwhelming pain, which was extremely painful.

There seemed to be a beeping sound above the head, close to my ears.

The countdown in the laboratory continues, with only one minute left.

Diderot looked at his isolation suit that was torn by her, and whispered a curse, "Shit!"

This surgery must be completed in a special strong radiation room. Even if you are a clone, you must wear an isolation suit to perform the surgery. Otherwise, you will not be able to stay in the radiation room for more than three minutes...anything with broken holes

You cannot wear an isolation suit, otherwise you will die on the spot in the radiation room within three minutes.

This woman!

It only takes about ten seconds to get from the express lane to the operating room.

Fifty-six seconds left!

Time is enough.

Diderot looked down at Zhizhi who was half lying next to the machine and curled up. He took out his most convenient and sharpest scalpel and pointed the blade at Zhizhi. In an instant, his eyes were filled with furious bloodthirsty.

"Do you know why I love medicine so much? Because I have my favorite

Anatomy is the most beautiful subject in the world, and the dissected corpse is the most artistic existence in the world. Miss Song, let you experience my god-like speed and perfect technique. I will make you suffer until the last drop of blood.

Passage, the miracle of thirty seconds, you can see clearly..."

The sharp blade gradually came closer, reaching towards Zhizhi's face...

The cold light flickered, sliding down from her face, landing on both sides of her collarbone, and her fingers measured out the T-shaped mark.

The knife and scissors slowly opened and came closer, almost piercing into her flesh——

Zhizhi closed her eyes and held her breath, biting her lip. Just when she felt pain on her shoulder, an English reminder suddenly sounded above her head, "Destination arrived."

boom--

Drama.

The room shook violently, and the dome above seemed to have been greatly damaged and suddenly began to collapse...

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