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Chapter 232 Can you feel my despair?

Good night.

Maybe Xie Wei and Tangdou can barely fall asleep after struggling for half the night, but it may not be the case for others. For example, Chu Dange who spins non-stop as soon as he lands, or someone who was forced to fall asleep in the middle of the night and is now forced to wake up.

Guy...

Suddenly, a bucket of cold water mixed with ice cubes was poured down on his head.

The man in a jacket suddenly woke up and looked around blankly. The place beneath him was no longer a hospital ward, but a small room with simple furnishings that looked like an interrogation room. There was a table lamp on the table not far away. It was dim and not very bright, making it appear that the room was inside.

Somewhat dark and spooky.

The wheelchair rolled, and under the desk lamp, behind the luxurious desk, an old face with white hair appeared, with a kind expression. It was Ralph who had appeared in the hospital a few days ago, still wearing the blue and white striped hospital gown.

"BOSS..." The man in the jacket subconsciously stood up, only to realize that his hands and feet had been firmly fixed on the welded iron chair beneath him.

"Auston, a Czech, a peripheral member of the organization, the probation period is one year and eight months...and he will be transferred back to Europe in four months." He casually put down an A4-sized piece of information, and Ralph looked up.

Come on, "I heard that you were working in a kidnapping and robbery gang. This is why I specially transferred you here to keep you by my side. I thought I could rely on some of your experience... Is this how you usually kidnap?"

The voice was calm and steady, and there were not many emotional fluctuations. There was not even a question. But the man in the jacket broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this: "Something happened, BOSS, listen to my explanation, there is a doctor, no, he is not a doctor..."

Ralph raised his hand slightly and pressed down, "I know there are external forces involved, but this is not a reason for failure. You have been fooled from the beginning, by two brats, just like in a movie... Is there such a movie?

"

"Yes." Only then did the man in the jacket realize that there was someone else in the room, standing behind Ralph, like a shadow, a white man with shawl brown hair and evil eyes, crossed his shoulders and shrugged, "20th Century Fox

The production of Home Alone is already in its fourth installment, and I heard there will be another good comedy movie next year."

"It's true... So your real profession during the investigation was not a kidnapper or a robber, but a comedian?" He smiled inexplicably. Ralph folded his hands on his lap and looked around, "I know.

Where is this?"

The man in the jacket failed to keep up with this jumping thought, and Ralph didn't care. He asked himself, "This is a station of the organization in Los Angeles. Of course, you are a peripheral member and don't know this... What I want to say is

, about a month ago, I came here, in this room, and personally used a revolver to blow the head of an idiot, and he was sitting where you are now... Do you want to know the reason? "

The man in the jacket was trembling, sweating profusely, and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just looked at Ralph with pleading eyes.

The latter remained unmoved and said straightforwardly: "Oh, he is different from you. He is a formal member of the organization, from the network department. More than half a year ago, I commissioned him and others to find a match for me through online channels.

He was responsible for the heart organs of death row inmates in various prisons, but found nothing. Of course, the same was true for other people, so

I don't blame him, I only blame my own bad life... Until a month ago, I got a successful transplant case report from a medical seminar. The donor data above matched mine extremely well. The source was from a prison in southern California.

A death row inmate, the execution and operation took place half a year ago, haha, just half! a year! ago——"

Half a year ago, these three words almost popped out from between my teeth. Each word, my amiable expression turned ferocious in an instant, "Can you understand my despair at that time? No, you can't! You will only care for yourself.

Stupid excuse, saying that I checked the prison at that time and there was no information about this death row inmate, and I suspected that the information had been tampered with. Ha, a little Chinese girl can stretch her hands and feet to the ocean... Whoops... the other side of the ocean?!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his whole body was trembling. Seeing this, the brown-haired man frowned and put his hand on Ralph's shoulder. The latter realized something, took a deep breath, gradually calmed down his rising chest, and sat slumped

On the wheelchair, there was a revolver in his hand, and a yellow-orange bullet.

"No, no, no -"

"It's a pity, Auston, you have once again brought despair to me!" He loaded the bullet with his trembling hand, "Look, I'm still wearing this damn hospital gown, and I'm scared to even be damn angry, so I can only keep

Damn peace of mind... If there was no accident, I should be lying on the operating table now and looking forward to a new life, but you messed up everything!"

Crash, the magazine wheel rotated rapidly and clicked. Ralph raised the revolver expressionlessly and pointed it at the pale-faced man in the jacket who was struggling: "Pray, let us leave everything to fate. I will

Pull the trigger three times, it's half and half luck. If a bullet is fired, your head will be blown apart like that idiot before. If not, it's fate. I'll give you a chance to make meritorious service... Now, stay still."

Hearing this, the man in the jacket seemed to have been subjected to a body-fixing spell. His upper body suddenly stiffened, his pupils shrank sharply and he stared straight at the muzzle of the revolver. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples.

Click... click... click...

Ralph's firing action was very slow. There was a pause of no less than ten seconds between each shot. After three shots, the man in the jacket looked like he had been fished out of the water.

Completely wet, his expression changed unpredictably, and finally settled into unbelievable ecstasy, because the three shots were all empty shots, and he survived!

Ralph's gaze was fixed, as if he had not expected such a result and he was dazed. He seemed to be carefully appreciating every change of expression on the man in the jacket. He nodded lightly with satisfaction, and then quickly pulled the trigger.

, click, bang!

The sixth shot was the last shot. The fire flashed and the huge gunshot resounded throughout the interrogation room and outside.

Looking at the exploded half of the head on the iron chair in front of him, and the other half with a somewhat happy face, Ralph's expression returned to his original cheerful look, and he murmured softly,

"Hope is clearly right in front of you, within reach, but it has nothing to do with you... Now, can you empathize with my despair?"

Naturally, there was no response. The brown-haired man turned the wheelchair and pushed Ralph out of the door. It was a closed space similar to an underground tunnel, with extremely thick stone walls on both sides and hurricane lamps above its head.

After they came out, several indifferent foreign men at the door immediately went in to collect the bodies. Without paying attention, the wheelchair rolled slowly along the long slope. In silence, Ralph raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows and suddenly said: "Kay, our enemy

Who is it?"

"Chinese people, if you guessed it right, it's the Rise of Kyushu." The brown-haired man replied, "As for why they appeared so promptly and why they wanted to protect those Chinese women, it's still unclear. But judging from the situation of the fight, the opponent

We have a clear advantage despite insufficient strength."

Ralph shook his head: "It's a meaningless advantage. This is not Europe. If we make such a big move, the U.S. government won't have much time left for us."

"Understood." The brown-haired man named Kai simply nodded, "I won't bother with them anymore. The main thing is to catch the donor. All the people have been dispersed, and the Chinese girl is still within the city limits of Los Angeles.

You can't run away inside."

Pressing the heart position on the left side of his chest, "Hurry, I can feel it, I don't have much time left. Where is Dr. Massman? I originally wanted to have dinner with him, but I couldn't help it.

Come deal with this idiot."

"I just got a call. I heard that the food has not been eaten. It seems that they are on a hunger strike... Hehe, he must have guessed what we are doing and is unwilling to cooperate."

"Normally, he is a great doctor. If he agreed to cooperate so easily, I would not dare to let him do the surgery... Don't force yourself, my life is now in his hands."

"Don't worry, I will let him pick up the scalpel obediently and perform a perfect operation on you, just like that lively little Chinese girl."

"Well, I can rest assured that you are doing the work."

The conversation in the dark corridor gradually faded away. At the same time, in a hidden location in the city, Kyushu Rising was stationed in a safe house in Los Angeles.

"...Ralph Lane was admitted to the Kang Rui Si Medical Research Center half a month ago. His condition is organ failure. This is the message left by the other party in the hospital. It has been found that his actual identity is a high-level executive of Polar Glacier and the Council of the Ancient European Union.

Congressman, Ralph Barlow."

"Intelligence information indicates that in the past two years, Ralph has been searching for matching heart transplant donors through various channels, especially in the past six months, the search scope has spread all over Europe and the United States... Although there is no detailed condition report, we have also seen that stuff

I don’t understand, but according to the information fed back by Piqiu, the donor that the other party has been searching for is probably the heart we are protecting, Tang Xiaotang, who successfully transplanted half a year ago."

"What a coincidence?"

"It's such a coincidence! And judging from the current situation, Ralph's attitude is very resolute. It is speculated that time is running out and surgery must be performed to extend his life. So he brought dozens of elite gunmen into the country, and with the help of Guou

As a member of the Alliance Parliament, he also mobilized Polar Glacier and several European underground forces closely related to Polar Glacier in Los Angeles.

We are searching for the hidden power of Iso in the city of Los Angeles... In contrast, our power here is very weak, and the situation is becoming more passive. The ball's hiding place cannot be hidden for long, and it is estimated that it will be exposed tomorrow at most. But now

The problem is that it cannot be transferred immediately, and it will be exposed faster. We must make a decision as soon as possible and dispatch manpower to support..."

"It's troublesome." Chu Dange frowned with a sigh. The matter was much more difficult than he imagined, and his face couldn't stop the bitterness. "Support takes time. What we lack now is time..."

The man next to him who looked quite capable asked in confusion: "Brother Chu, I don't quite understand the time issue you mentioned?"

"You can simply understand that after tomorrow afternoon, a devil who acts without scruples will come to Los Angeles... Forget it, let's not talk about it." Chu Dange waved his hands in depression, "Since judging from the current situation, we are now

Having power is bound to fail to solve the problem, so the next best thing is to ensure the personal safety of the task target. The environment around the ball's hiding place is good, and I will secretly go there with you to set up defenses later..."

After a pause, he murmured, "In this way, we have to accept the favor and discuss it, so that I won't be left to shoulder the blame...right?"

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