This Game is Not Easy

The experimental subject suppressed by the seal ring is the tiger locked in the zoo with its teeth pulled out, so there is nothing to fear.

But if the seal ring is undone... then the danger will skyrocket.

Compared with such behemoths as Lingyuan Research Institute, it is naturally difficult to compete.

But these soldiers who are charging on the front line, casualties are definitely inevitable.

beep.

Just then, they were wearing intercom headsets and sounded almost simultaneously.

Several people looked at each other and connected at the same time.

After a while, everyone's expressions changed.

Because according to the news from the Minister of Tooth, the one who kidnapped less Tooth... is the No. 11 subject!

The No. 11 subject who spent half of the research institute's garrison force to capture it.

"Why did you tell us this news so late!"

Everyone's faces turned gloomy. If they had known about this earlier, they would have called for reinforcements.

Given the level of attention the Dean attaches to Test Subject No. 11, if this matter is known by the superiors, a punishment will definitely be inevitable.

"Among the experimental subjects snatched by Xuanmo's organization, there are two people who fit the image of a little boy. I thought it was the other experimental subject at first, plus I have been taking care of Xin'er, so I don't have the heart to sort out the news..."

There are not many people who know the specific image of the experimental body.

The Minister of Teeth didn't ask, the others just knew the specific image, and they didn't know the identity of the little boy.

Desperate to save the child, he waited until the Minister of Ya confirmed that Shao Ya was out of the dangerous period before investigating the kidnapped person.

Through exclusion and locking, the identity is determined.

Immediately, the people in the department were searched at the same time, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

…

Simin Ballroom.

The chandelier hangs high above, flashing with colorful lights.

Under the lights, accompanied by harsh music, people twisted their bodies like a group of demons dancing wildly.

At this moment, a small gangster with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks rushed in hurriedly outside the door.

Jacket jeans, nose ring ear studs for heavy makeup.

A non-mainstream dress, fully in line with the target audience of the Simin Ballroom.

Coupled with the chaotic and noisy environment of the ballroom, no one paid any attention to him at all.

The gangster kept pushing away the people who were blocking the way in front of him, as if escaping for their lives, directly over the guys who were twisting their bodies, and ran towards the box in the ballroom.

The sound insulation of the ballroom is good, as soon as the thugs rushed to the corridor, the music behind them became much weaker.

Looking back, the little bastard's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was so scared that he lost his mind, as if he had seen a ghost, he hurriedly continued to run inside.

"Box 214...Box 214..."

Like chanting scriptures, he repeated a box number tremblingly in his mouth.

As if that was not the box number, but a life-saving straw.

At the same time, in the rear of the punk.

A man wearing a bowler hat was slowly pushing away the dancing crowd in front of him and walking towards the gangster.

It was a young man about the same age as the gangster, with a tattoo of a butterfly knife on his face, and his clothes were not too different from the gangster.

The same jacket jeans, with heavy and weird hoop earrings.

This style of dressing is obviously incompatible with the bowler hat on the top of the head, but it appears on this person at the same time.

However, the people who twisted their bodies in the dance hall didn't care about this kind of thing, at most they just despised the other party's dressing taste.

Tapping.

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the gangster was frightened and sweating.

At the same time as he was running wildly, his eyes quickly wandered around the box numbers.

Finally, after a corner, he saw the box number that he had been talking about for a few minutes.

"Box 214... it's here, it's here!"

Like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, like seeing a life-saving straw, the gangster didn't even knock on the door, just opened the door and rushed in.

In the next instant, harsh music filled his ears.

Flickering and flickering, colorful lights appear alternately, providing a weak lighting function for this box.

This design style is exactly the same as the dance hall outside.

At first glance, it was as if the dancing hall outside had shrunk several times and was put into the box.

In the box, a dozen people were sitting.

Most are scantily clad young girls.

He has a good face and can talk, like a tree with a crooked neck, hanging on the customer's body and feeding him wine.

The appearance is a little worse, but the figure is good, and he is grabbing the pole in front and dancing to add to the fun.

There were six customers in total, one of whom was wearing a hat and covering his face, as if he was asleep.

The other five people are playing with the wine **** girl.

For the little gangster who suddenly broke in, they didn't even look up and turned a blind eye.

Only those girls who accompanied the wine glanced here with provocative eyes.

"Boss, help! Help! Help my little brother!"

This scene, the little gangster who watched it almost collapsed, so anxious that tears almost came out.

He rushed over and hugged one of the thighs, crying bitterly, as if he was on the verge of collapse.

Under the playful eyes of the other four, the man showed a slightly embarrassed look~www.readwn.com~ The waitress who sat on the man's lap smiled and stood up, closed the door in the past, and walked towards other people.

This time, the boss's face was even more unbearable.

His face sank, and he said sternly: "What are you doing? If you have something to say, you don't see a few big brothers here? Don't embarrass me!"

"Old, boss, what you asked me to do before, something went wrong! That guy, that guy..."

dong dong dong.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

The words of the little **** stopped abruptly.

He turned his head away in horror and looked at the closed door.

The whole body trembled with fright, like falling into an ice cave, and shiveringly said: "Come...he is here...he is here!"

"Coming? What's coming..."

boom!

Gunshots sounded suddenly.

The boss's words were only halfway through, and his head instantly splattered with blood, splashing the face of the little gangster.

The body leaned down, and the consciousness gradually darkened.

The boss thumped and fell in response.

The blood spreads along the ground, dyeing the ground red.

The little gangster touched the blood on his face, his face sluggish.

"Dead, die, die...dead! Boss is dead! He's here! He's here! He's here!"

The voice was suddenly high, extremely sharp, and even overwhelmed the music in the box.

At this time, everyone came back to their senses.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Who?! Who is it!"

"Dare to kill Lao Liu, court death!"

"Do you know who we are? Dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, live impatiently!"

Screams and roars sounded at the same time.

The **** girl was in a mess and panicked.

The expressions of the other four also changed, and they quickly took out their guns, aimed in the direction of the door, and shot frantically.

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