Clone No. 21 groaned in pain, his chest was torn open and blood was flowing. However, after a few seconds, the bone-deep wound healed quickly, and his chest returned to its original state without leaving even a trace of scar.
Guimu said with satisfaction: "Very good, you can be like Phytolacca without fear of bleeding."
"I'm more powerful than that kid from Phytolacca. Even if I am crushed to ashes, I will definitely be able to come back to life." Clone No. 21 said excitedly. His voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Looking at his proud and joyful expression, Guimou suddenly clenched his fists. He stared at clone No. 21 with a fierce look in his eyes.
No. 21 noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere. He quickly lowered his head and said cautiously: "And I am more loyal than Phytolacca. I am willing to go through fire and water for ICV. I will never betray you, sir."
Ghost Eyes said quietly: "Now that you have mutated and are far more capable than me, will you still be willing to serve me?"
Clone No. 21 immediately replied: "Of course, my loyalty to you, sir, will never change. Without you, I would not have come to this world. My life was given by my husband, so naturally I
I am willing to dedicate everything to you.”
Guimu suddenly started laughing. He patted the shoulder of clone No. 21 and softened his tone. "Don't be so nervous. Now you have superpowers and are the most powerful among all clones. Naturally, I
I will take good care of you."
Clone No. 21 breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded and bowed quickly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ghost Eyes. I will do my best to help you succeed."
The other clone in the room looked at him silently, showing a strong expression of jealousy. But he quickly suppressed his emotions and lowered his head honestly.
Ghost Eye looked at the scarless chest of clone No. 21 and said: "Great, since that treasure can affect you, it must also affect me. All the clones in this secret base can become like you.
sharp."
The more he talked, the more excited he became, and his wrinkled neck turned red, with veins appearing on it. "I have known for a long time that what I have cannot be an ordinary gene. Even those useless people can have different genes."
Of course I can change. Maybe we can all be immortal and live forever."
"Yes. Congratulations, sir, our icv will definitely become more and more powerful. Not to mention the Security Bureau, even the hundreds of millions of Hronks will not be our opponents."
Although clone No. 21 was echoing the ghost eyes, there was a bit of unwillingness in his eyes.
He had gone through so many risks and almost gone to hell before he had this powerful ability. He had finally been able to be different from other clones, and now he was reduced to one of the insignificant ones.
?
Another clone next to Guimu said: "But sir, Liu Weike destroyed all the special substances that can cause mutations in people. What should we do next?" His tone was a little urgent, as if he couldn't wait any longer.
Something changed.
Guimu said calmly: "Although that thing is precious, it is not unique. Don't worry, there will be a way."
He sat back on his comfortable sofa and said to clone No. 21 behind him: "You have been traveling so hard all the time. It must be quite hard. Go back and wash up and take a rest. I will have someone collect your blood samples later.
, and then pay close attention to your body changes. Take good care of yourself, you are now our hope in icv."
"Yes, sir." Clone No. 21 said respectfully, and then quietly exited the room.
Another clone standing next to Guimu looked at the back of No. 21, his eyes were like knives. He bent down and whispered to Guimou: "Sir, now he has superpowers and is immortal.
It's really awesome. Aren't you afraid that he will become ambitious and escape your control?"
Guimu glanced at him and said coldly: "Oh? If you become stronger one day, will you kick me away without hesitation and put the ICV in your own pocket?"
The clone's face turned pale as he listened to Ghost Eye's indifferent voice, and he suddenly broke out in cold sweat.
Guimu rolled up his sleeves and revealed the watch on his wrist. The time displayed by the watch was not accurate, and the three hands overlapped. He moved the watch lightly, and the clone next to him immediately covered it in pain.
own head.
The chip in the clone's head seemed to explode. He was so painful that he burst into tears and veins popped up on his forehead. He bit his lips tightly, and his teeth were stained with blood.
He knelt down with a plop and said fearfully: "No matter when the time comes, I will never betray you! I was born to serve you, sir, and I will never have any second thoughts."
He lay on the ground in pain, his shoulders shaking slightly.
Guimou slowly adjusted the hem of his clothes, and after a while, he readjusted his watch.
The clone kneeling at his feet finally stopped trembling, he no longer had a splitting headache, and his breathing became much calmer. But he didn't dare to stand up. He knelt on the ground obediently, his back and back covered with cold sweat.
Clothes stuck together.
Guimu helped the clone up and said, "Don't be afraid, I don't want your life, I just want to discuss it with you."
He took out a tissue and wiped the cold sweat on the clone's face, and suddenly pinched his chin. "Don't always act cowardly! You have exactly the same face as me before. I
I don’t want to see such a frightened and helpless look on this face, as if you are a wretch who is being bullied.”
The clone took the tissue from Guimu's hand and wiped the sweat from his face in a panic. He quickly said: "I'm sorry, sir!"
Guimu looked at him with contempt, sneered and said: "Look at your useless look. Okay, you can go back and rest, I want to be alone for a while."
The clone then stood up, nodded and bowed before leaving the room.
Guimu lazily leaned on the sofa. He recalled how the stabbed clone No. 21 instantly returned to normal. He felt a little excited, but also full of suspicion.
Anyone in icv can only be his tool and cannot be a being above him. He cannot tolerate anyone having the opportunity to climb on top of him.
Guimu tapped the armrest of the sofa with his slender fingers, tilted his head and closed his eyes to rest. He said quietly: "On the 21st, you should make full use of this last role. This is your supreme glory."
