Old K took the dying Qin Long to a gray-white building in the south quickly. Compared with the four-dimensional prison building in the central square, there are only a handful of gray-white buildings as independent and spacious as this gray-white building. Everyone knows these special buildings.
The characters imprisoned inside are so transcendent.
It's not that no one covets Qin Long in such a state, it's just that facing the m500 on Lao K's waist that can kill a lion with one bullet within a range of 500 meters, they are obviously more than capable, and some old guys know better.
Compared to that firearm, Lao K’s reputation goes far beyond that.
As soon as Old K arrived at the building, a tough guy with a submachine gun on his back opened the door. "Sen, prepare clean disinfection equipment, powerful DH-type medicine, a large amount of plasma, and my last
My dear Lao Dao cigarette!" As soon as Lao K entered the door, he led Qin Long to the innermost room of the room, his voice still sounding orderly.
The guy called Sen didn't have any answer, but from the strong and strong steps of his body that stood as straight as a javelin and the iron-blooded aura all over his body, it could be seen that this guy had been a soldier and been on the battlefield. In just thirty seconds, he was very skilled.
He quickly took out the items Lao K needed from a specific cabinet. Even the process of taking out tobacco leaves and rolling cigarettes was meticulous, as if he always knew the time interval required for each tiny step.
Lao K quickly cut off Qin Long's torn clothes until Qin Long was naked in front of him, holding the cigarette handed over by Sen in his mouth, sucking it into his lungs hard, and kept giving instructions.
"Inject him with DK-type medicine!"
"Inject type O plasma!"
"Disinfect the infected parts of the trauma and take out the murder weapon!"
Then he suddenly seemed to have lost his soul. He stopped what he was doing and stared closely at the data on a dark instrument without blinking. He seemed to have forgotten the rescue object aside, and Sen also
He was also silent, just smoking a cigarette.
Heartbeat 507, pulse 325, body temperature 42 degrees Celsius, blood pressure 548!
There was a strange aura, and Qin Long was still unconscious, but the two of them just stared at the data on the instrument and puffed away together.
Then two sharp machine beeps came.
"The DH-type medicine was rejected," Sen looked at the test tube with a serious expression on his face, still standing upright, "because it was rejected by the metabolism in his body."
Then, Sen found that the old K, who had kept his clothes on all year round, suddenly stood up again as if he had seen a ghost, turned around a few times, stared at the unconscious Qin Long, and showed a strange smile.
"Sen, get out." Old K didn't even look back. He didn't even pay attention to Sen. He saluted and silently closed the door. He quickly walked to the corner, found a phone and dialed a number. After the call was connected, "Hello
, Miss Chu, it’s me..."
"The code is fused? Oh, I understand." The clear voice from the other end of the phone didn't sound too surprised.
"It is the most perfect fusion we know so far!" Old K suddenly showed a rare excitement, and his dark and thin face looked a little flushed with excitement. "All his data are five times that of ordinary people, and according to calculations
, is five times that of normal genes! Exactly five times, all the data fit! You know, after using the code for previously known experimental products of our group, and even experimental products of rival groups, either the data is good or bad, or the data is mixed.
It’s just chaos and conflict!”
"This is the data that shows that there are alien genes in his body. I estimate that after he heals, if he can survive, his compatibility will be at least 99.99%. This is simply a miracle!" Old K felt the bloodline like never before.
Boiling, I didn't even care that the cigarette had burned my fingers.
Chu Longwu's voice suddenly turned cold, "Is he seriously injured?"
"Yes," Old K nodded, but there was no certainty in his voice, "But I believe that with his current genetic sequence and this guy's tenacity, he can get through this."
"I will definitely make them pay the price!" Chu Longwu put down the phone harshly, but her emotions recovered. Thinking of what happened a few days ago, she could only feel deeply helpless.
From the time Qin Long was interrogated to the time he was exiled to the collective prison, Chu Longwu kept running around, trying to rescue him from Zhou Wen's base camp in some special ways. But she didn't expect that Zhou Wen quickly sensed Qin Long's
The importance of dragon. Because of Qin Long and because of the code, the two groups instantly became sensitive. From top to bottom, these two huge groups seemed to pay attention to Qin Long's issue.
Politics is ever-changing. A trivial matter may be caught by the opponent and turned into a huge scandal, and everything will be lost. Or it may be a turning point because of a trivial matter. Although Chu Longwu's father is the deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee of Mingzhou City,
, but he is only at the middle level and represents more of the interests of the group. It is quite taboo to directly extend his tentacles into the enemy's territory. This signal is quite taboo. Therefore, he cannot come forward on issues of principle.
Although Chu Longwu has the talent to win over forces, her foundation is too weak after all. It is difficult for her to seek strong help from inside and outside the group, and she also needs time. In a short period of time, she cannot sentence a person to death.
From the prison, even though the death penalty was an unfounded crime. Qin Long had already killed two people and maimed two others in a fight in the prison. If Zhou Wen wanted to seize this clue and investigate further, things would definitely get worse.
Time, I need time! Chu Longwu couldn't help but frown, covering his beautiful face with his fingers as white as jade, and then incomparable determination flashed in his beautiful eyes.
Almost at the same time, Brother Gui was even more miserable. He was always as calm as a poisonous scorpion, and he did not dare to raise his head to look at the cold young woman opposite him in that luxurious prison.
"You said Lao K rescued him?" the young woman spoke, without a trace of warmth in her voice, and no change in emotion could be heard.
"Yes." Brother Gui felt that his spine was even more curved.
"Are you just watching Old K snatch the person I want from you?" That nightmarish voice made Brother Gui stay silent. He didn't dare to mention the blood line streaked by the bullet on his head, let alone what happened next.
He said nothing and did nothing.
"Okay, very good." The young short-haired woman smiled charmingly, her smile was like a flower, "Put him in a solitary room for three days. Remember, there will be another time. I will personally peel off your scalp and pour mercury into it."
The solitary room was originally the press room in the prison. In that narrow space where you could only stand at all times, eating, drinking, and defecating was not only a physical torture, but also a mental persecution, because of the repeated dripping of water above the solitary room.
The ticking sound always resounds tirelessly in the eardrums.
Hearing this, Brother Gui breathed a sigh of relief, and with his weak legs, he obediently followed two burly men with loaded guns out of the luxurious room.