Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【431 Desperate】

Even if the mask doesn't need to read minds at this time, he can still feel the panic of the woman beside him towards the man on the screen. Suddenly, he felt a blockage in his heart for a moment, and the extreme depression surged in his chest. When it reached his throat, he became a little Salty, I swallowed my saliva and wanted to shake off this unpleasant feeling, but I had no choice but to repeat it several times, but it was still in vain. A feeling so stuffy that I could feel pain rolled between my throat and chest, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He has never liked to kill actively, and when he saw Hekahus always killing people for bloodthirsty, he would secretly despise him, thinking that he was not of the same kind as them.

He followed Diderot also because he wanted to follow what he didn't know.

What does he want?Never know.

I don't know if it was because of reading the clone's memory that he had feelings that he had never had before, but now, there is a voice in his heart telling him - he wants this woman by his side, and he wants her to treat her with the same mood. For himself, he needed to kill the man who stood fearlessly on the screen and looked at the woman in the camera with tenderness on his face.

Not being able to do it himself, perhaps, will become his biggest regret.

"First shot, get ready."

The mask ordered, and the sound of loading resounded crisply.

Suddenly, many Nangong people made noises, shouting persuasion, "You can't be the head of the house!"

Nangongjue ignored it, just looked up at Zhizhi, and suddenly smiled slightly.

"Don't worry." His voice was low and deep, obviously without any emotion, but it could make people feel a bit of inexplicable soft stability, "It's okay."

Zhizhi's heart trembled, looking at his eyes, he felt strange and familiar at the same time.

Staring at each other for three seconds, Zhizhi finally moved her lips, and struggled to say five words with her lips, "Don't die...don't die..."

When Zhizhi was still thinking about whether he could see and notice her tiny lips, he nodded.

In fact, his gaze was always on her.

"shot."

The word Binghan rang in his ears, and the voice of the mask was suppressing great impatience. He waved his hand, ordered, and looked at Nangong Jue with a bit of jealousy.

A gunshot rang out suddenly, and the bullet pierced through the air and hit his left shoulder directly, causing him to stagger and take a big step back, blood spattered on his shoulder.

Nangong Jue had always been dressed in black, but this time he was wearing a white shirt for some reason, and within three seconds of the sound of the bullet, a large piece of blood-colored roses bloomed on his shoulders, blooming endlessly, dazzlingly colorful.

His lips moved, as if to say something...

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

How can it be!

"Second shot, ready," the mask ordered, waving, "let it go."

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 back.

Zhizhi's tears flowed out in a flash, and the turbulence continued.

Why... exactly why?

She couldn't speak, she couldn't stop her, she had severe chest pains and convulsions, and even if she wanted to say sorry to the innocent shot, it became very difficult.

The mask already had a bad complexion, and when he saw Zhizhi standing dumbly, but his eyes were able to shed tears, his face turned blue. He turned his head and asked Zhizhi, "Do you know that the last shot will kill me?" Where are people hitting?"

Zhizhi looked at the screen without thinking, and stubbornly avoided his mind reading technique.

The masked hand was lifted up and stretched out to Zhizhi's chest, from right to left, and finally settled in one place, with a little emphasis, "Here."

heart.

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

No.

She shouted in her heart, not knowing whether it was a roar or a prayer.

The mask grinned brilliantly, raised his hand, and ordered, "Third shot, get ready."

Zhizhi didn't want to see the scene where the bullet hit him again, wanted to avoid and close his eyes, but he didn't even have the ability to control his eyelids autonomously, like a puppet being manipulated, he could only stare blankly at the people important to him get hurt and damaged, disappear……

No.

When such a voice sounded in her heart for the second time, the corners of her lips began to twitch, uttering these two words silently with great difficulty.

dodge!

The third shot was fired, Zhizhi frowned, seeing that the shot went off and hit the chairs on the side row——

Diderot frowned in displeasure, "Mask, the Nangong manpower above is always a threat, time is running out, let's make a quick decision."

"Alright", the mask heard Diderot's order, raised the weapon, glanced at Zhizhi, and said with a smile: "It will take at least 10 minutes for the hypnotism to be undone, Diderot, I will solve it, remember to stay Her life, she is mine."

Diderot didn't answer the request for the mask, but snorted lightly, and turned his gaze to the room monitoring the stone laboratory.

The mask's eyes were confident and sullen, leading a group of people to walk up.

Jack has always been used to loose hands, and if there is no command to fight, it is inevitable that there will be some troubles.

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

Just as the mask was leaving, a mechanical timekeeping sound came from the screen, "There are 4 minutes left before the operation starts. Please put on the isolation gown as soon as possible, and go to the laboratory for the operation. Now the time starts to count down."

4 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 characters appeared on the instrument display screen, clearing complete.

"This is a reminder that the effect of the virus is over." Diderot was full of anticipation and his eyes were confident. "If I don't implant the memory chip in 4 minutes, your son will definitely die."

Zhizhi tried not to think about his words and plunged herself into panic. She had read through an old psychology book in An Yi's laboratory by accident. This kind of body hypnotism is extremely terrifying. If you can't concentrate and are caught in great mood swings, if you forcefully crack it at a specific time, it is very likely that you will fall into hypnosis forever, and there is no possibility of waking up.

Even the caster is helpless.

She opened her eyes, but tried her best not to look at the Nangong Jue lying on the left and the stone on the hospital bed on the right, which was filled with wires and test tubes, telling herself over and over again, calm down and think.

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

"Miss Song, even though the mask told me to save your life," Diderot turned the chair around and faced Liao Zhizhi, "Unfortunately, I still want to kill you."

Zhizhi was not surprised, under the control of her strong consciousness, she was finally able to close her eyes on her own.

"To tell you the truth, the mask once predicted Jack and himself. Today is the day of Jack's destruction and his death." Diderot smiled contemptuously. "He still didn't predict my result. When he asked me how to countermeasure, I tell the mask with certainty that things will turn around, that circumstances will change, that Jack will not be destroyed, and we will live forever."

Knowingly opened his eyes, staring slightly at Diderot...Destruction, death?

Diderot got up, walked across to Zhizhi, looked at the mask transmitted from the monitor to the upper field and approached Nangongjue with a rifle, smiled slightly, turned off the camera aimed at Zhizhi, walked in front of her, and sneered Said: "It's like he believed that I could change his disabled life many years ago. This time, he chose to believe in me again."

What does he mean!

"I've long been tired of these cumbersome things. Since you know that I can't remember Michelle, how can I remember the so-called hatred for Nangong? Apart from experiments and real immortality, there is nothing worth me to remember." To spend any effort. I have handed over the command of this battle to the mask, I believe he will be sincere to me, continue to believe that I will change his death prophecy, keep Jack, and go all out." Diderot walked In front of Zhizhi, one hand raised her chin, "Now, the Nangong family is officially fighting among themselves. You are the luckiest one. You can watch the finale with me before you die."

Zhizhi glared with fire in his eyes!

This man had long since lost any emotion that a human being should have—he was calm and proud, looking down on the chaotic situation he had created.Regardless of whether they are close to the sincere people for themselves or not, they are all pushed into the fire pit, watching with cold eyes, happy to see the success and waiting for the destruction and death of everyone.

He betrayed so easily, without any hesitation, and without even any guilt.

With a smile on his face, it's called viewing.

"The operation will start in 3 minutes, and the countdown continues..."

1 minutes have passed.

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

On the monitoring projection above the church, Nangong’s family members were surrounded by Jack’s family with weapons, and the mask was in the middle. With a sneer threat, the fourth shot was aimed at Nangongjue’s right arm.

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

Diderot preparing to go to the surgery.

She was trapped here by deep hypnosis, unable to move.

Desperate.

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

Whether it is the death of the man on the screen or the stone living as another substitute for Diderot, this is a situation that makes her desperate. She has not accepted the courage to lose at the same time. The important person is away from her in an instant, and she can only watch, helplessly...

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

"3 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 shot for the fatal blow.

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

"Two minutes and 45 seconds, two minutes and 44 seconds, two minutes and 43 seconds..."

When the countdown sounded, Zhizhi's heart felt like being stabbed 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 even think about following me in the future."

"...Yes, master."

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

Diderot hummed, put aside the walkie-talkie, picked up a set of surgical supplies, and walked towards the front door. When passing by Zhizhi on the way, he said wickedly, "Miss Song, I am Nangong Tou's savior! Don't worry, I will live on for you and Nangongjue's son, let his pure little hands be stained with more blood, let that face be full of evil, let that little head be full of all kinds of unusual perversions The experiment... To be honest, hehe, I am looking forward to it."

Stone...her little stone...

On the monitor on the left, the ring finger of the mask touched the gun wrench, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he announced proudly, "Go to hell..."

Shi Shi's right index finger seemed to move in the monitoring on the right, and the corner of his mouth murmured, "Mommy..."

A big hole was dug out in Zhizhi's chest in an instant, leaving a void, dark and hopeless.

"It's really rare that there is still consciousness in this kind of step. It is indeed a satisfactory test product I found."

Diderot rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, and was about to leave with the operating box.

The countdown of the mechanical female voice swayed more coldly and clearly in Zhizhi's mind, "The 2-minute countdown starts, one minute and 59 seconds, one minute and 58 seconds..."

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

But when he stepped up, the left corner of the isolation gown was grabbed by someone's hand.

He looked back, only to see Zhizhi still had cloudy eyes, but his right hand firmly grasped the corner of his clothes, pursing the corners of his lips and motionless.

Diderot looked disgusted, reached out and grabbed her arm, wanting to tear it away, and said angrily: "Why, the strong maternal love allows you to break through your consciousness and control your body?"

It is difficult to know how to move, let alone exert strength.

She gritted her teeth tightly, grabbed the hem of his clothes desperately, Diderot tugged twice, and found that her fingers seemed to be stuck to the isolation gown, and she couldn't push it away. Pulled by anger, she raised her hand , slapped her across the face!

The crackling sound is crisp and terrifying!

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

Diderot slapped him so hard that Zhizhi's face became swollen and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

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

Zhizhi Shengsheng swallowed the blood pouring into his mouth, clutching his gown with a determined expression that he would never let go.

Diderot didn't expect this woman to be so stubborn and possess such strength when she was on the verge of death. He grabbed Zhizhi by the collar and shouted angrily, "Without me, your son will be brain-dead within 5 minutes. Let go, stupid woman!"

stupid?

It is truly stupid to hand over one's own son to the devil.

The corners of Zhizhi's mouth twitched, the pain of tearing made her feel a little sober, her lips were difficult to speak, you will...lose...

Where did she get her confidence?

Diderot grabbed her by the collar and slammed it towards the side of the white machine. With a loud bang, Zhizhi's arm was hit by a heavy object, and a bloodstain was drawn on her right hand because of a sharp object. Brilliant red blood flowed out...

The machine vibrated for a moment, Zhi Zhi Pain twitched all over her body, and she was surrounded by overwhelming pain, the pain was extreme.

There seemed to be a beep sound coming from the top of the head, close to the ear.

The countdown in the lab is still going on, with only 1 minute left.

Diderot looked at his isolation suit that was torn by her, and cursed in a low voice, "shit!"

This operation must be done in a special strong radiation room. Even if you are a clone, you must wear an isolation suit for the operation, otherwise you cannot stay in the radiation room for more than 3 minutes... Isolation suits are not allowed, otherwise I will die on the spot in the radiation room within 3 minutes.

This woman!

From the fast track to the operating room, it only takes about ten seconds.

56 seconds left!

enough time.

Diderot looked down at Zhizhi who was half lying beside the machine and curled up aside, took out his handiest and sharpest scalpel, and pointed the blade at Zhizhi, his eyes were full of mad bloodthirsty in an instant. "Do you know why I love medicine so much, because there is my favorite anatomy, which is the most beautiful subject in the world, and the dissected corpse is the most artistic existence in the world. Miss Song, let me show you, I can be called a god." The usual fast and perfect technique, I will make you suffer until the last drop of blood, the miracle of 30 seconds, you have to watch it clearly..."

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

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

The knives and scissors slowly opened and approached, almost piercing into her flesh——

Zhizhi closed her eyes and held her breath, and bit her lips. Just when she felt pain in her shoulders, the place above her head that made the sound suddenly sounded an English reminder, "Destination, arrived."

boom--

Loud.

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

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