"It would be better if he dies in Zuo Jing's hands. Even if he doesn't die, it will be good for us. I just want Wu Haosen to be disappointed in him. I want him to know that Su Wei is emotional and indecisive, and is not capable of taking charge of maintenance for him.
The best candidate for the security bureau." Guimu put his hands behind his back and walked slowly back to his room.
The shrill screams suddenly sounded again. Gui Mu listened to the sound indifferently and asked indifferently: "How is No. 21's current condition?"
The robot next to him said in a stiff tone: "He is stronger than I thought. No matter what degree of injury he suffers, he can recover quickly and will not be life-threatening."
"That's good, that's great..." Guimu murmured, but his voice didn't waver at all, and he didn't sound very excited.
He walked in the direction from which the scream came, and said to a clone next to him: "Go and prepare a potion that suppresses supernatural powers. I'll go check on No. 21."
The clone had a smile on his face and said "yes" respectfully.
Guimu opened a door and walked into a cold and dark room. Clone No. 21 was lying weakly on the ground. He was covered in blood, but there was no wound on his body.
His hands and feet were entangled with hard iron chains, and his movement was somewhat restricted. Standing next to him were two clones who looked exactly like him. They held heavy hammers and showed no mercy again.
The ground hit No. 21.
No. 21 howled in pain, his back was bloody, and his arm was fractured in an instant. But not long after, his body recovered quickly. If it weren't for the blood stains all over his body, no one would
I believe he just suffered such a brutal attack.
The two clones looked at No. 21 lying on the ground, showing unconcealable jealousy. Just when they were about to take action again, Guimu said: "Stop, the test on him is almost over."
He took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the blood on the face of clone No. 21.
Clone No. 21 raised his head and glanced at him, a brief look of resentment flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he panted and said: "Sir, you are here."
Guimu said: "Don't blame me, I just wanted to further test your ability, that's why I let them deal with you so hard."
Clone No. 21 lay on the cold ground, his nose filled with a strong smell of blood. He stood up unsteadily, almost tripping over the iron chain tied to his ankle.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Now you can always believe in my ability."
Guimu took the syringe handed over by another clone and said slowly: "Believe it, of course you have to believe it."
Clone No. 21 looked at the sharp needle and took two steps back nervously. The other two clones held his shoulders firmly, making him almost unable to move.
Ghost Eyes said quietly: "Don't worry, you are the hope of ICV now, and you are the person I value most. I will not do anything to you." He decisively inserted the needle into the shoulder of clone No. 21,
Quietly observe his changes.
He winked at the man holding the hammer, and then quickly took two steps back, fearing that the blood that would splash out later would stain his shoes and clothes.
His men immediately swung the hammer and hit clone No. 21 on the back of the head. He gritted his teeth when he took action and tried his best without any trace of intolerance.
Clone No. 21 groaned in pain and fell straight to the ground. He lay motionless on the ground, and large amounts of blood poured out from his wounds, staining the ground beside him. His head
The injury was serious, and the blood-soaked appearance looked terrifying.
Guimu looked at him silently, stepped forward and lightly kicked his hand.
Clone No. 21 remained motionless and did not even make a small sound. The guy holding the hammer said: "Is he dead?" He still had a smile on his face, looking a little gloating.
Unexpectedly, the bloody hand of clone No. 21 suddenly raised and grabbed the man's calf. The man was pulled hard by him, and suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
The blood stained his clothes and chin.
The wound on Clone No. 21's head healed quickly, leaving not even a trace of scar.
Guimu stared at him, his eyes vaguely revealing some hostility and defensiveness. This clone No. 21 did not mutate through the superpower drug he developed, so the injection was of no use to him. Now, Guimu
Mu doesn't know how to suppress his powers. If No. 21 turns against him one day, he may not be able to suppress him at all.
This No. 21 was once just a loyal chess piece in the icv, but in the future, he may become a serious nuisance to the evil eye.
Clone No. 21 touched the back of his head that had completely recovered, showing a look of uncontrollable joy.
Guimu looked at his smile and felt as if someone had stabbed a thorn in his heart. He silently clenched his fists, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more serious.
After a while, he suddenly laughed exaggeratedly and started to applaud. "Okay, that's great. You really didn't disappoint me. Now even the medicine that suppresses superpowers is useless to you."
, you will be truly unstoppable from now on. On the 21st, you are really lucky."
Clone No. 21 lowered his head, trying his best to hide his ambitious attitude. He pretended to be humble and said: "It is my greatest luck to be able to swear allegiance to you and ICV to the death. My life is
Sir, if you give it to me, I will definitely be loyal to you and obey your orders."
"I know that you are a person who repays kindness. Don't worry, as long as you work for me wholeheartedly, I will never treat you badly." Guimu gently patted his shoulder. He said to the other clones
Said: "Hurry up and untie the chain on his body. From now on, No. 21 will be the person with the highest status in icv besides me. You all must be polite to him, do you understand?"
The clones responded in unison, but they all showed unwillingness to do so.
Ghost Eye turned and left the room filled with the smell of blood. He had just patted the shoulder of clone No. 21, and his fingers were stained with blood and stains. He took out a tissue and wiped it again and again in disgust, feeling sick in his heart.
The cold robot followed closely behind him. It had a pair of wheels under its feet and moved very quickly. "Sir, if No. 21 is so powerful now, aren't you afraid that he will pose a threat to you after he is released?
