The King of Special Warfare

pain.

It hurts.

Extremely painful.

It felt like there were countless sharp needles piercing into the flesh and blood all over his body.

Oh, it's not like, that's what it is.

The sharp and thin needles were inserted into the pores with a sharp edge. The blood immediately dyed the body red, the muscles began to spasm, and the huge pain burst out like a mountain and a tsunami, turning into wails and screams.

The sound disappeared the moment he opened his mouth.

The densely packed steel needles pierced the lips, slowly but resolutely shattered the teeth bit by bit, and pierced the tongue, upper jaw, and lower jaw. Blood poured from the throat, and fear kept exploding in the heart.

He wanted to speak, to speak, to blink.

But it can't be done.

While blinking reluctantly, his eyelids touched not one, but more than ten, or even dozens of steel needles piercing his pupils. Blood flowed non-stop, and the next moment, his eyelids began to hurt violently.

Everything is just the beginning.

The steel needle stabbed continuously, touched the bone, and then penetrated into the bone. It rotated crazily, and the sticky bone marrow seemed to be hotter than blood under the most sensitive consciousness.

He couldn't see anything, couldn't speak, and couldn't struggle.

Surgery is just the beginning.

But his whole being was completely ruined.

The eyes can no longer see, the ears can no longer hear, and the mouth has also lost the ability to speak. Steel needles covered his whole body, and the constant rotating vibrations tore at the muscles and blood vessels all over his body, shattering his bones and

Wang Shengxiao was not dead yet, and even his consciousness was always in the most awake state, where he was most able to feel pain.

The immortality potion on the operating table was dripping little by little, and the powerful vitality continued to nourish his completely broken body, always keeping him alive during the severe trauma.

Fear and despair were constantly piling up, almost frightening his own liver and gallbladder. Wang Shengxiao could not do anything, not even scream. He could only endure it, endure it desperately, and carry it to his death.

This is not a torture.

Every minute and every second, this place is purgatory.

A true purgatory.

There was no point in regretting anything. He had never thought about it at all. He lay there, feeling his breathing getting weaker and weaker, feeling the severe pain constantly impacting his sanity, and feeling the pressure of the steel needle on his body. Under the torture, it gradually turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

One second, one minute, ten minutes, one hour.

The thought in my mind went from trance to clarity, from clarity to trance, and then became clear again: "We must carry it through."

The steel needle is still working.

The surgery seemed like every second was an eternity and was almost never-ending.

Wang Shengxiao's body went from unconscious twitching to calming down, as if his body had lost consciousness, or was starting to feel numb to the pain.

The immortality potion still continued to drip.

A viscous, cold liquid that can absorb all light but is invisible to humans began to seep in little by little along the wounds on Wang Shengxiao's body.

Wang Shengxiao's body, which was already a little numb, began to twitch again.

He could clearly feel the invisible liquid seeping in from the wound, and quickly completed a cycle in his body. This cycle seemed to make the liquid feel tired, so a liquid quickly formed in his body. Plant something semi-solidified.

Similar to the kind of blood clots you can eat.

But all his own blood was blocked by this blood clot.

The pain was more painful than before, with an unbearable itching that continued to spread and intensify throughout the body.

The densely packed steel needles moved slightly a few centimeters and fell again. Because of the movement of a few centimeters, every steel needle that fell at this moment perfectly avoided all the wounds, and then began to add new wounds to him. .

Heartbreaking pain.

Heartbreaking itch.

But Wang Shengxiao couldn't move. He couldn't even shout. The itching and pain were constantly increasing in his body. The word "endure" had become meaningless. His chest was rising and falling crazily, driving the blood in his body. The flow rate keeps accelerating.

Countless steel needles kept falling, and more and more invisible liquid seeped from the wound, blocking the blood inside. Then the almost semi-solidified liquid was punctured by the steel needle again, and the blood flowed and was blocked again. Layer by layer.

His blood had completely fused with the invisible liquid, and his almost rotten body began to expand continuously. His whole body was swelling, like a bomb that was about to explode at any time.

Despair, depression, fear, powerlessness.

Wang Shengxiao could no longer feel the twitching of his body. Only the crazy itching and severe pain came continuously, stimulating his consciousness.

There seemed to be no glory left in his heart, and the only meaning of living was to endure torture and despair.

He knew that all this was just the beginning. In the next thirty long hours, he would have to survive second by second, and then face even more cruel torture.

"Forget it, I can't bear it.

It will die. Once it dies, it won’t hurt anymore.

Wouldn’t it be nice to be free?

What happens to the Wang family in Beihai, and what happens to other people? As long as they are dead, they will no longer be seen and they don’t care.

I have persisted...but if I can't persist, just die, forget it..."

Countless thoughts are constantly colliding in my waking consciousness.

But Wang Shengxiao just didn't want it to end.

"Hold on for one more second, just one second. If you hold on just once, since you are still alive, pain is nothing. Hold on, you can hold on for one more second, and the next second, maybe a miracle will happen..."

He held on tightly, enduring the time second by second. The extreme pain caused his consciousness to be in a state of lucidity and confusion.

He suddenly thought of his mother.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of his mother and the summer solstice.

The memory seems to have gone back to my childhood I don’t know how long ago.

The pain has confused the memory.

He seemed to be thinking of many things, but everything was completely chaotic. The people in the picture seemed not to be the people in his memory, and he no longer seemed to be himself.

Messy, meaningless pictures kept flashing in my mind, and there seemed to be hallucinations in front of my eyes.

He saw a fire burning on the Imperial Army Mountain.

That was the Imperial Armed Forces Mountain that he was most familiar with. It was intact and had not been split open by a sword. He saw Xia Zhi in the fire, his face was pale and his body was stiff and breathless.

The psychological and physical pain stabbed into the brain like a steel needle.

He saw the blood blooming from his sister's neck as the blade of the sword in her hand scratched her neck.

The waves were roaring into the sky, and he saw his father's body separated by the explosion of colorful sword light, but his father's figure seemed to suddenly change into his own.

He saw the crazy Tang Shi walking down the rooftop of a high-rise building with a silly smile. Her body was falling and spinning crazily, her long hair flying in the air, and she was leaping from floor to floor with the afterglow of life. The scene on the floor was revealed among the messy hair. It seemed that someone was talking in the most indifferent tone about how to annex the Wang family's property in Beihai.

He saw Song Ci carrying the child into the Abyss Laboratory.

The child seemed older, crying, screaming, holding her mother's hand and shaking her head.

He saw that Song Ci's body was smeared with an invisible liquid.

She saw someone holding a tool, patiently and meticulously, breaking Song Ci's arms and thighs bit by bit. Her body twitched slightly in pain, but her eyes were all numb, and the cry of children came from outside. , vaguely, a glimmer of light gradually appeared in her eyes.

hallucination...

Everything, everything, is an illusion.

all fake.

The real pain seemed to gradually become unreal. Wang Shengxiao's body seemed to have completely lost its activity. As the eternal life dripped drop by drop, his consciousness began to become more stable than ever before.

He can still think.

He knew that what he saw was an illusion, but equally, it could also be the future.

If he couldn't survive this time, everything he saw might happen again in a more cruel way.

No, there is no possibility of not getting through it.

The steel needle kept pricking again.

Wang Shengxiao let his thoughts extend as far as possible toward the future.

Maybe it was because he was in too much pain, or maybe it was because of other reasons. What his mind could see and imagine was not that distant future after all.

He imagined that his transformation would achieve unprecedented success.

He imagined that Song Ci controlled his instructions and blocked all pressure from the outside world.

During the most torturous time, he imagined that time would pass quickly, thinking that after half a year his father would recover, and that the father and son would stabilize the situation in Imperial Army Mountain again and block all crises.

He thought that when his sister came back, she would secretly steal those exquisite little cakes from the restaurant and give them to him like she did when she was a child...

Haha...that's great...

As for grudges and enemies, they don't matter anymore.

At this moment, even in his best fantasy, he still had not thought about letting the Beihai Wang family dominate the dark world. He might have thought so before, but his consciousness was transcending the body, the body was gradually decaying, and death was quietly approaching. , what he wants most is the happiness and stability of his family and everyone in Beihai.

very nice.

very nice.

The family...is still out there.

The North Sea...is still out there.

Gotta get through it.

...

"The fusion occurred without incident."

In front of the operating table, the female assistant handed Wang Shengxiao's latest physical data to Wang Shouxin: "In two hours, we can transform the clan leader's internal organs. The relevant medicines are still being debugged and will be delivered half an hour in advance."

Wang Shouxin, who had been waiting in front of the operating table, took the information handed over by his assistant and looked at it. His body was shaking slightly. He had no strength and was a little hypoglycemic. In addition, because he was old and had been standing for several hours, his body was already a little weak.

But his face had completely calmed down.

Just like what he said to Wang Shengxiao, before going to the operating table, Wang Shengxiao still had a chance to regret, but at this moment, the so-called chance no longer existed. Even if he retreated now, it would be meaningless. After stopping the subsequent transformation , he will just turn into a pile of flesh and blood.

"continue."

Wang Shouxin sat down, read the information carefully, and ordered: "Increase the power of the No. 3 instrument and prepare for the visceral transformation in advance. His blood data are higher than expected. The visceral transformation can be carried out a little earlier. The plan has changed." , starting with the lungs.”

"OK."

The assistant nodded

"Send this data to the chief and tell him that the next transformation of the internal organs needs to start with the lungs."

Wang Shouxin said in a calm voice: "In addition, after the lung modification, there is a certain chance that he will suffocate, so prepare measures in advance."

There are not many people in the Abyss Laboratory, and it is destined not to be exposed to the outside world, so there are no fancy positions. Each person or each group forms a small group, and most of the research on weekdays is done by themselves. The person in charge, Qin Qinglin, was Being called chief, in addition to his own research projects, he will also be responsible for coordinating the cooperation of various groups when necessary. For these people who are isolated from the world, the position of chief is not a good job, because it It means that the person sitting in this position must dedicate part of his experience from his favorite research to do some mundane things.

This transformation of Wang Shengxiao is not too grand, but it is extremely quiet. Qin Qinglin is now wandering around various departments to keep abreast of the first-hand situation. The original plan for the transformation of internal organs was to start with the liver, but now it has been adjusted. The sequence became lungs, and the next series of plans needed to be fine-tuned. It would not be a trouble to say it, but it was certain that the sequence adjustment caused such a fuss that some complaints were received.

"I'll do it right away."

The female assistant nodded and trotted out of the operating room.

The male assistant also left temporarily to prepare for other work.

Only Wang Shouxin and Wang Shengxiao were left in the operating room.

Wang Shouxin stood up in his seat, then sat down again, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"There's no point in telling the so-called chief."

A strange voice suddenly sounded in Wang Shouxin's ears: "Your chief, you take it a little too much for granted. He dares to carry out such a transformation plan without understanding the theory of many things. If you do research like this, find It’s okay to bring a group of kindergarten kids, it’s a whimsical event and the kids still have their childlike innocence, and maybe there will be some other surprises.”

Wang Shouxin suddenly opened his eyes.

But he didn't see the operating table in front of him.

A figure in casual clothes appeared in front of the operating table, blocking his view.

Wang Shouxin's pupils suddenly shrank.

He has been in the Abyss Laboratory for decades. After all, this is not the outside world. The laboratory area is not small, but there are only a few people. There are only a few dozen people, and you can't see them when they look up. In such an environment, facing When someone appears next to you, you can know who the other person is by just shaking hands, not to mention their face, or even by shaking hands, or by closing your eyes and letting the other person walk past you.

But this young fat man who looks chubby in casual clothes...

He hasn't seen it.

In other words, the other party was not from the Abyss Laboratory, but he came directly to the Wang family's secret laboratory in Beihai without alerting external surveillance and machinery.

Wang Shouxin narrowed his eyes.

For a moment, he didn't think about who the other party was or how he got in. Instead, he said directly: "What do you mean, this transformation will fail?"

"Isn't this inevitable?"

The young fat man turned his back to Wang Shouxin, his fingers tapped lightly on the glassware, and his voice was a little surprised: "You don't understand anything, so you just start working. It's like you picked up a piece of iron without any accumulation." Just like building a rocket, who gave you the courage to think this can be successful?"

He still turned his back to Wang Shouxin and waved: "Come here."

Wang Shouxin hesitated, stood up and walked to the young fat man.

In an instant, all the words he wanted to say were swallowed up. His eyes widened, and he looked at the utensils in front of him, at Wang Shengxiao lying on the operating table, and then at the fat man.

The fat man's face was very calm. His fingers kept tapping on the glassware. This was not a meaningless action, because as he tapped, the piece covered the operating table. There was nothing special about it except that it was sturdy. The glass there seemed to suddenly turn into some kind of display screen. Countless complicated data symbols flowed under the tapping of his fingers, and an extremely dim blue light shone gently on the glass.

Under this faint light, Wang Shouxin saw what was on the operating table for the first time.

That kind of invisible liquid that they couldn't see through various methods before.

It was a kind of black mucus that was always flowing but had a semi-solid shape. Tiny bubbles were churning in the mucus one after another, and seeped into Wang Shengxiao's wounds little by little.

"You know that there is something wrong with his blood, but you have no idea what these black fuels are and whether they are compatible with him. You are just betting. You are crazy enough, and this person inside is also stupid enough, or Are you saying that you were deceived?

I can understand that you don't understand the substance of this thing, and I won't look down on you, but if you don't understand, don't mess around with it. If you continue to modify it like this, do you want to know what will happen? Let me tell you. "

"at the very beginning."

He pointed at Wang Shengxiao: "The transformation will be barely successful. He will gain strength, but it will be lower than expected. Such success will probably last a few days, no more than half a month at most. Then you will find that this The guy just exploded with a bang, exploded, you know?

Then all parts of his body will generate consciousness, and your so-called instructions will have no effect at all. They will use Wang Shengxiao's remaining conscious instincts to perfect themselves and seek evolution. The displayed situation is to attack everything, trying to find something that can make themselves perfect. Resources, but they can't find them at all, so their existence time is very short. In about a few minutes, they will completely die and explode. If nothing else, at least the Imperial Army Mountain and Shengzhou City will not be able to be saved by then. . "

Wang Shouxin's face turned a little pale, and he didn't know whether to believe this sentence, but looking at the data that was constantly displayed on the glass as the other party's fingers tapped, he felt that his suspicion was extremely weak. new

"You may not believe it, but this is the only possibility."

The fat man's voice was still calm.

"What on earth are these?"

Wang Shouxin looked at the black slime he saw for the first time, his voice hoarse.

"This is fuel."

The fat man replied: "You can make fire."

"Tinder...what is it?"

"Guess it."

The fat man turned his head and glanced at Wang Shouxin.

The corner of Wang Shouxin's mouth twitched.

He finally asked the question that should have been asked from the beginning: "Who are you?"

"My name doesn't matter."

The fat man replied with a smile: "You just need to know that from now on..."

He pointed at Wang Shengxiao: "It's enough that I am his master." Remember the website address, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site