Feast of villains

Chapter 175. Chapter 176.
The interrogator stood up and flexed his lower arm.

Craig's gaze followed suit.

Only then did he realize that another person in a white coat in the room stood stiffly and motionless for a long time.

"His electronic brain was hacked by me," the interrogator explained.

"Uh, you are..." Craig looked at the interrogator suspiciously.

"Don't worry about who I am." The interrogator smiled slightly, a smile that can make people feel at ease.He took a step or two, and continued to speak, "In the whole of California, the proletarians, accounting for about 85% of the population, are a fixed part or a necessary part of the entire structure. If you can make good use of this 85% of the power, it is possible to achieve the ambition in your heart."

"I understand..." Craig whispered.

The interrogator stopped pacing and turned his gaze towards him: "Craig, you are still a relatively sensible type of person, and you should learn it quickly. Let me put it briefly: the system in the previous autocratic feudal society was 'you can't Do it. People under capitalism, it's 'you gotta do it.' At this stage, you want people to know 'you gotta do it.'"

There seemed to be a kind of magic in his voice, which made Craig's face show an expression that was almost crazy with excitement.He is not pretending, he is not a hypocrite, every word he says is from the bottom of his heart... The young painter is very sure.

"The road ahead is difficult, don't be overwhelmed by temporary difficulties, remember this." The interrogator came to the bed, "Friendship, joie de vivre, laughter, curiosity, courage, integrity...all good things, all good It can only be fought for by the proletarians themselves, and don't expect the mercy of the strong."

"Why are you telling me this?" Craig asked.

"When you wake up, you will understand." The interrogator said, took out a bottle of potion, replaced the bottle on the cabinet, and then glanced at the man in the white coat.

The man just stood still from the beginning to the end, and after receiving the interrogator's order, he bent down.Watched Craig's eyeballs carefully, felt his pulse, listened to his chest, tapped here and there, and nodded to the interrogator.

"It can be executed." The interrogator picked up the recording card.

Craig lay silently on the bed.

His chest rose and fell faster than before, and he hadn't asked a question that was on his mind, but the answer to that question seemed self-evident again.His lips moved, but no sound came out.

The white coat picked up the medicine on the table and inserted the needle of the syringe into it.

Looking at the medicine being sucked into the needle, Clegg inevitably felt nervous.

The interrogator held the record card in one hand and pressed the other to his eyes, reassuring him with a kind gesture.

Craig felt a needle go into his arm.

A burst of comfortable warmth immediately spread throughout the body, the pain has been completely forgotten, and the consciousness has also become dark.

The white coat stared at the various instruments beside the bed for a long time, until all the vital signs returned to zero, then turned to look at the interrogator: "Sir, the prisoner has been confirmed dead."

"Ok."

The interrogator signed the record card and handed him the white coat.

After the white coat signed, he pressed the button beside the bed, and soon, the door was pushed open, and two prison guards pushing the hospital bed trolley walked in.They carried the corpse onto the bed cart, finished handing over with the interrogator, and pushed the corpse out of the room.

The interrogator stared blankly and rubbed his eyes.

The person in the hospital bed is gone.

"What's going on?" he asked the man in the white coat.

The white coat looked at him suspiciously: "The body has been carried away, sir."

"Oh, really?"

The interrogator was a little puzzled.

Thinking back hard, it seems that the execution has indeed been carried out just now, and then I looked down at the signature on the record card... Yes, the person is dead, and there must be no mistakes.

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A few hundred meters ahead of the gate of Stanley Prison.

Sister Marlene was standing in the snow in a red dress and a white fur coat.Her long hair was simply coiled behind her head, and her face, which was enough to charm all sentient beings, was not so sharp in the flying snow, and it was a little softer against the white fur.

Beauty and snow have been romantic and elegant since ancient times, and Kecuo can be regarded as a beautiful article.

This place is located in a heavily guarded island area, backed by several tall hills, it is a small peninsula extending to the sea.Surrounded by mountains and sea, one side is covered with ice and snow, and the other side is the vast ocean. The scenery is vast and magnificent.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you don't have a good mood to appreciate it, it's no different from the wasteland everywhere.

"damn thing……"

Sister Marlene cursed under her breath.

She drooped her eyelids, and covered the collar of her snow-white fur coat with her small hands, covering her small face.

The wind and snow washed away the gorgeousness of her eyebrows, making her look a bit soft and beautiful, graceful and elegant like an old lady who never left her home.Especially the resentful look between her eyebrows is even more pitiful.

The bad nun just doesn't like it.

I just took someone else's body last night, shouldn't I spend my time with her today?How can you pull out the X and be ruthless, just work when you say work, and ignore how much a woman wants to stay tender for a while...

Theresa held an umbrella and looked suspiciously at Aunt Marlene who was depressed.

If she knew that Aunt Marlene kicked Nance out of bed and drove him to work, and complained that Nance didn't spend more time with her, she would probably drop her jaw in shock.

After a long time, Sister Marlene suddenly raised her head.

The field of vision extended forward, and a garbage truck slowly drove out from the prison gate.

She stood still in the wind and snow, and her eyes were full of wind and snow.

The man who drove the garbage truck was naturally Nance who controlled other people's electronic brains.

"damn thing……"

Sister Marlene muttered, turned and got into the car.

Teresia also hurried into the car.

The car led the way, one after the other, and drove away from the island.Under the Qingshan Bridge, the corpse was transferred to an ambulance under Ma Lian's instructions, and drove towards the monastery.

Nance's real body jumped out from the corner of the street and jumped into Sister Marlene's car.

"Theresa, drive!" Sister Marlene ordered.

Nance looked at the cab curiously: Where are we going? "

"You'll know when we get there." Sister Marlene snorted.

As soon as he heard the voice full of resentment, he knew that she was angry. Nance smiled and reached out to hug her.

Her slender waist seemed to be waiting for that too. As soon as Nance wrapped his hands around her, her body immediately fell over.

With Teresia driving in front, the two didn't go too far at first.

Nance just hugged the bad nun obediently and looked out the window.

In the current Shin-Yokohama, the streets are still depressed on both sides, and there are refugees in ragged clothes everywhere.Homeless people with their families and mouths wander aimlessly like corpses. When they see a luxury car passing by, they will gather around and pray.

Sister Marlene often spilled a lot of money outside the window, so that the vehicles could pass smoothly.

Grain prices have reached a high point at this time, and the next few months will be stable until late spring and early summer.It will take more than four months of chaos before Shin-Yokohama will return to the prosperity of singing and dancing.

Nance silently looked at the world outside the window.

In fact, the cries and shouts of people never stopped all the way, and people bleeding on the ground could be seen on the side of the road from time to time.

"This world is terrible..." Sister Marlene shrank her shoulders.

"Yeah, people's blood is being eaten everywhere..." Nance sighed and paused for a while, "Many of them will starve to death. There must be some people who won't have time to wait for the food." The day the price comes down..."

"The problem with food prices is rooted in food production."

"That's why I value things from the Li family so much..."

Sister Marlene gave him a blank look, and said sarcastically, "The one you value is obviously Mrs. Li."

Nance patted her delicate buttocks hard and said, "Others say you are smart, but I think you are quite stupid."

"It hurts~"

Sister Marlene cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Theresa asked, looking ahead.

Your Aunt Marlene is being underestimated... Sister Marlene was in a state of distress, so she could only bite her lower lip and look at Nance with a tough posture.

"With the increase in food production, the problem of food shortage can be solved from the source." Nance pinched Sister Marlene's chin and looked at her blushing face jokingly, "Have you thought about how you will be punished for slandering me so much?"

Sister Marlene snorted and said stiffly, "If I wasn't a healing nun, I would have beaten you out of bed a long time ago!"

But as soon as she said those words, her face turned even redder, and her expression was very angry... After all, if she wasn't a healing nun, she really wouldn't be able to get out of bed this morning.

After she mentioned it, Nance also thought of it, and touched her lower abdomen with his hand: "Are you feeling better?"

"I want you to take care of it!" Sister Marlene turned her face away angrily.

Nance felt a little distressed, and put his arms around her waist in a funny way.

The bad nun twisted her waist subconsciously, trying to break free, but the amount of twisting did not show much determination.

"Don't blame me for not giving you face in front of the secretary..." Nance whispered threats in her ear.

"You don't believe I told Tokizaki all of this?" Sister Marlene countered.

"Who is afraid of whom?" Nance looked fearless, "I am the boss, she dares to oppose me, be careful I will fire her!"

The words are shouted loudly.

But in fact, he wouldn't fart in front of the adjutant lady.

Sister Marlene naturally knew that he was bragging, so she sneered and said, "Teresia, go..."

Before finishing speaking, Nance covered her mouth.

By the way, he used his foot to press down the privacy glass between the front row and the rear row, making the rear seat a private space.

Sister Marlene laughed angrily, bit his palm, and scolded: "You bastard with evil intentions..."

"Who made you forget how you begged for mercy last night..." Nance said, holding her on his lap with both hands.

When Sister Marlene got into the car, she took off her overcoat and was only wearing a tight red dress.

Her already proud figure was close to her eyes, making her look even more majestic and upright.

Nance's lips touched her neck lightly.

Sister Marlene trembled slightly, but her dignified and noble face was still filled with inhuman indifference. This expression made Nance feel that bullying her was the happiest thing in the world.

"Ma Lian, my Ma Lian..." He repeated a certain action from last night, and provocatively whispered in her ear, "Have you forgotten all about last night's performance?"

"Heh!" Sister Marlene sneered, and said angrily, "How can I remember your stuff!"

"That's pretty tough."

"What's wrong with my stubborn mouth? If you have the ability, you can..."

Nance couldn't help laughing: "Have you been like this since childhood?"

Sister Marlene looked at him coldly: "Where are you talking so much nonsense? Is it going to work..."

"I still don't believe you can't be cured!" Nance suddenly picked her up and turned around.

"Eh?"

Sister Marlene was startled.

She put her hands on Nance's knees, her back to him.

This kind of position made her feel inexplicably insecure, and finally panicked, and quickly scolded: "What are you going to do? Let me go. Stop it! Don't pull my skirt! I'll be angry if you do this again..."

The bad nun yelled, twisting her waist to avoid it, and at the same time slapping Nance's hands with her hands behind her.

"How about your momentum just now?" Nance asked amusedly.

"Don't touch it now!" Sister Marlene shouted out of breath.

"why?"

"Where do you have so many questions?"

"Still talking hard!"

The vehicle was driving towards the suburbs at high speed, and Teresia was driving the car, hearing the sound like a slap behind her, she couldn't help but feel terrified.

She was a little worried, would Aunt Marlene fight with Nance?
How to do how to do……

Do you want to stop and go down to help...

In the back seat blocked by the privacy glass, Sister Marlene blushed pretty, pursed her lips and said nothing.

The hem of her long skirt was lifted up to her waist, and her slender and straight legs trembled once or twice, exuding a suffocating beauty.

Nance admired his masterpiece.

"Don't look!" Sister Marlene covered her buttocks with her hands and said angrily.

From the gap between the fingers, one can see a crimson cloud, which seems to have fingerprints.Nance swallowed deeply. The bad nun's figure was already perfect, and every time she looked at it, it was thrilling, but the impact at this moment was particularly strong.

Holy nun.

A healing nun who saves lives and heals the wounded...

Being punished with a big ass like a little girl.

Sister Marlene rested her head on Nance's knee, buried her face in her hair, feeling ashamed and annoyed, and completely lost her previous momentum.

Nan Si observed for a long time, resisting the urge to take pictures as a souvenir, and turned her body around.

"damn thing……"

The bad nun softened and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The two were close to each other.

Nance breathed lightly in her ear, and said with a smile, "Marlene, you..."

"Huh?" Sister Marlene blushed and waited for the next sentence.

Nance bumped her forehead with his forehead, and said with a smile: "It's a good thing I'm shameless, so I took the lead. In the future, you won't look at other men too often, and be my bird in the cage obediently."

Sister Marlene opened her mouth to refute, but her lips were sealed with a kiss, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak a complete sentence.The coldness she had pretended to be dignified before had long turned into a bright color in the bright red complexion, burning her body like a fire.

The vehicle drove through the dirty city, the snow on the bridge, tunnels and bridges, and entered the suburbs.In an almost wild place, driving into the sprawling birch forest along both sides of the road, the yellowed dead leaves of the birch trees trembled in the wind.

Nance got out of the car and looked ahead.

What appeared in front of him was a large mountain basin, with pastures gnawed by hares on both sides, and a small river flowing in the middle.The ginkgo tree, which grows wildly without care, shakes very slightly in the wind, and the leaves are golden and shiny.

At the end of the flat land, there is a high slope that rises slowly.

On the high slope, Nance saw a familiar old castle—the Li family's old castle.

(End of this chapter)