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Spike’s expression froze instantly, staring at Locke in disbelief, “You, how can you move?”

Locke ignored him and said to himself: “One day, Mr. Dongguo saved a wolf that was being chased by a hunter. After the hunter left, the wolf wanted to eat Mr. Dongguo to fill his stomach. Mr. Spike, do you think we are like Mr. Dongguo and the wolf in this fable, uh, and Hao Jian and the old lady, hahaha, sorry, I got it wrong…”

Just when Locke was laughing inexplicably, Spike suddenly raised his intact right hand and stabbed Locke’s neck. He didn’t know when a 10-centimeter-long short blade appeared in his hand.

But he just sat up and fell back to the bed.

He tried again, but found that he couldn’t move at all.

Locke kept watching Spike’s performance quietly, and the situation between the two sides reversed instantly.

He was secretly complaining in his heart, worthy of being a monster, this physique is too awesome, and he can even sit up.

Damn, I searched him before, why is there a needle and a short blade on this guy? Does he have a space?

Spike finally lost his calmness at this moment. He looked fierce, like a wolf that was ready to eat people. He stared at Locke fiercely and asked, “What did you do to me?”

Locke smiled and said, “I am a doctor after all. How can I let a patient have surgery without anesthesia? So, when I opened the abdomen just now, I gave you some anesthetic…”

When his hand was sorting out Spike’s intestines in his stomach, the anesthetic was released. At that time, Spike was in a state of neurological disorder due to pain and did not notice it.

Having a storage space is awesome. It can kill people without being seen.

Spike stared at Locke coldly, and his expression slowly regained calmness. “Okay, ‘Doctor’, you win. I agree to your recruitment, but I can only serve you for one year. I have my own career…”

Locke was not in a hurry to clarify and was happy to be misunderstood. Whether Spike was pretending to be submissive or trying to buy time for the anesthesia to wear off, he had already made a decision in his heart.

The story had already been told, so how could he let the wolf live?

He flipped his hand, and a prepared truth serum appeared in his hand, which was directly inserted into Spike’s thigh.

Locke smiled and said, “Mr. Spike, please introduce yourself. As you said, I don’t know you. Now we can get to know each other. Maybe I can support your career?”

Spike stared at Locke blankly, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes. He asked, “What did you inject me?”

Locke spread his hands and said frankly, “The previous anesthetic was just to relieve your pain. In view of your hostility just now, in order to ensure my safety, I had to increase the dose. You can understand it!”

He walked to the living room and moved the chair that Tom Williams had sat on during the day. After sitting down, he urged, “Mr. Spike, uh, this should not be your real name, but this is not the point. Let’s start quickly. We don’t have enough time. We have to move later!”

If Spike understood Chinese, the words “people have to bow their heads under the eaves” should have flashed in his mind at this moment.

Well, or it would be more appropriate to say that I am the fish at the mercy of others.

He stared at the back of Locke’s hand and asked in a cold voice, “Why is the flying needle ineffective against you?”

This hand, which was improved from the needle blowing magic skill of his tribe, is a hidden skill that made him famous. He has never been exposed to anyone and has never failed.

Locke shook the flying needle on the back of his hand and laughed, “So it’s called flying needle, it’s amazing!”

Two corpses flashed through his mind, one was the retired CIA scavenger, and the other was Ferlan Alphonse who was tied to a chair. The latter was probably tied to cover up.

Locke rolled up his sleeves and pulled the zipper on his wrist, “It’s very simple, because I was wearing gloves, your flying needle didn’t pierce my skin…”

It was indeed lucky, but if it wasn’t for this pair of gloves, how could he open the abdomen and remove the intestines without wearing latex gloves?

Spike stared at the imitation leather gloves on Locke’s hands. He didn’t even notice that this guy was wearing gloves. It should be because of the previous breakout that consumed too much energy and the injury, which weakened his observation ability.

It turned out that the anesthesia for the flying needle was not ineffective. He was confident again. Next time, he just needed to shoot the skin.

He pondered for a moment and said slowly: “My original name is not Spike. It seems to be Tuwa or Siwa. It’s been too long and I forgot it. But Spike is indeed one of my names. I was born in a tribe in northern Cameroon, Africa. Although I have many names, I only have one code name in the CIA…”

As a member of the dark world, he believes in his own judgment, so he has recognizedLocke is determined to be the “Doctor”.

He is good at disguise and has superb medical skills. There is no other person in the dark world except the “Doctor”.

He has no conflict of interest with the “Doctor”. He has also heard about the “Doctor’s” style of doing things. He likes to recruit vicious people to create chaos, so he is very sure that the “Doctor” saved him just to recruit him.

After the logic is self-consistent, his vigilance gradually relaxed.

Because he knows that the “Doctor” will not kill him, but needs him to serve him.

He is valuable only when he is alive, so he wants to tell a little truth and gain the trust of the “Doctor”.

Unexpectedly, his mouth is getting looser and looser, and he tells all his resume and background along the way.

He didn’t realize that the “trust” that came from the bottom of his heart was the effect of the truth serum that Locke had just injected.

Locke had already taken out a recorder from the storage space. Although his mental attribute is already 11, he is a real academic master with superb memory, but he knows that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

Anyway, there is a storage space, and there is no fear that the recorder will be lost.

Listening to Spike’s story, Locke’s expression became more and more serious, as if he had heard something extraordinary.

At first, he just wanted to dig out the CIA Los Angeles secret witness information he had obtained from the retired scavenger from Spike, so that he could be a real knight who enforces justice in the future.

According to Spike, he was born in a tribe in Cameroon, Africa. Because of his extraordinary talent and physical fitness better than his peers, he was abducted by the CIA at the age of 8 and sent to Botswana in northern South Africa.

In Botswana, the CIA has a secret training camp where thousands of high-quality children like him who were captured from all over Africa gather.

In this training camp, all African children receive modern education, various military training, various agent skills, and the customs of various African tribes.

Watch American TV programs every night, plant the American dream, and brainwash to serve the United States.

Fifteen years later, he was the only one left in the training camp.

From then on, he had a code name, Sahara.

However, the training camp was also closed due to the collapse of the Soviet Union. This was one of the many secret plans of the CIA to compete with the Soviet Union, called the Raindrop Plan.

Raindrops fall on the ground, or soak into the ground, or flow into the river, and eventually disappear without a trace.

So the CIA formulated this plan, selecting children with excellent physical and intellectual abilities from different races and ethnicities, and after rounds of cruel elimination, using the method of raising insects to cultivate the most powerful super agent.

Relying on the agent’s innate advantages in skin color and race, he engages in agent activities in the region.

Locke felt a little familiar when he heard it at first, and almost thought that the organization he was in in his previous life was the CIA, but he denied this idea in an instant.

Although his organization is also mysterious and powerful, cruel and cold-blooded, and also obtains talents through a cruel screening system, it is still different from the CIA’s completely inhumane approach.

For example, he survived and graduated.

From Spike, Locke knew that he was involved in most of the unrest in Africa. He was also the supporter behind the rebels in various regions and became the mastermind behind the CIA’s control of Africa.

However, as his experience grew, Spike’s ambition and desire for power grew. He was no longer satisfied with just inciting the rebels to provoke disputes.

He wanted to step into the foreground, take control of power and the army, and become the true king of Africa.