Guimu sneered and said: "If you want to tame a ferocious wolf dog, you must not only know how to use force, but also reward him with a bone when necessary. I want No. 21 to know that he can never get rid of ICV, but also
Let him understand that only I can give him supreme status, wealth and glory."
The robot had a dull expression and nodded in understanding.
No. 21, who stayed in the room, looked at the tightly closed door with a proud look on his face. The two clones beside him were reluctantly helping him untie the rope. One of them acted roughly.
No. 21’s wrist was intentionally scratched with an iron chain.
Clone No. 21 frowned, he pushed him away suddenly, and shook off the remaining chains on his body. He looked down at his wrist that had recovered as before, and said in a low and sinister voice: "You know you can't hurt it.
My, why do I have to waste my efforts and make people annoying?"
The clone looked at No. 21's ferocious look and couldn't help but feel a little timid. But he didn't want to lose his momentum, so he said contemptuously: "Don't be so arrogant. You are just like the rest of us. We are all just Mr. Ghost Eyes."
It's just an insignificant shadow. Don't think that now that you have special powers, you can be arrogant and ignore us. Mr. Ghost Eyes wants to promote you, so you should be grateful, but don't be too proud and forget.
How many kilograms do you have?"
"You are wrong, I am different from you." Clone No. 21 picked up the heavy hammer on the ground with a sinister sneer on his face.
Several other clones took two steps back nervously and said in a trembling voice: "What do you want to do?"
Clone No. 21 said coldly: "Although the scars on my body have long since healed, I remember clearly how many times I have bled and how many times I have cried in the past few days. How many times have each of you touched me?
I have kept it all in mind. Now, it’s time to seek justice for myself.”
One of the clones hurriedly picked up another hammer, his palms already covered in cold sweat. He said with some guilt: "We are just following Mr. Ghost Eyes' instructions..."
"You are following his instructions, but you are also venting your own personal anger, aren't you? You are jealous that I have supernatural powers. From now on, I will be different from you and no longer an ordinary member of you." 21
No. sneered arrogantly.
He looked at the clones who were retreating step by step and continued: "Don't look at me with such fearful eyes. I don't want your lives. I just want to return the pain I have suffered to you. If you stand up
Come on, from now on our grudges will be wiped out. If you can't get through it like me, you can only blame your own fate."
The clone closest to him suddenly raised his hammer, trying to strike first. Clone No. 21 was hit on the shoulder. He groaned and looked at his bleeding wound.
After a few seconds, his shoulder returned to its original state, without even a trace of pain. He said coldly: "It really doesn't hurt or itch."
He suddenly raised the hammer high with a ferocious expression. The clone who was the first to attack him was knocked to the ground mercilessly, and blood instantly spattered on his fingers. The smell of blood filled the small room became more and more intense.
It's getting thicker.
Another clone looked at his companion who suddenly fell to the ground and was shaking with fear. He understood that clone No. 21 had supernatural powers and was no longer what he used to be. Even if the remaining clones in this secret base joined forces, they would not be able to survive.
Not necessarily his opponent.
He quickly knelt down and hurriedly crawled to the feet of No. 21. "We were wrong. We were overestimated and arrogant and stupid. You sir have a lot of money, so please spare us."
Clone No. 21 looked at him contemptuously and said: "I said, I don't insist on your death. As long as you can survive these few blows, our old grudges can be wiped out. I am very happy to continue working with you.
, working for Mr. Ghost Eyes."
The clone knelt on the ground humbly and said in a trembling voice: "We are all just ordinary people. It is impossible for us to be like you and survive such a terrible beating..."
No. 21 interrupted him impatiently and said coldly: "You should have expected this to happen."
The clone kneeling at his feet was trembling. He looked at the hammer raised by No. 21, his face turned pale with fear. "Aren't you afraid that Mr. Ghost Eyes will be angry if you deal with us privately like this?"
Clone No. 21 sneered, and the blood on his face made him look extremely scary, like a ghost escaping from hell. "Mr. Ghost Eyes will only value those who can help him. With me, all of you
They are all insignificant existences. He doesn't care about your life or death."
The clone kneeling in front of him was covered in sweat. He held No. 21's arm tightly and said: "Whether we die or not is really not an important matter. But you have to figure out Mr. Ghost Eyes' psychology. You are now
You are highly capable and different from ordinary people. Although Mr. Guimu values you, he will definitely be afraid of you. If you just have superpowers and go on a killing spree in his secret base, what do you think he will think?"
Clone No. 21 hesitated, and his stern expression gradually disappeared. After a while, he put on a fake smile and gently helped the clone who was kneeling on the ground up.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from the man's face, but rubbed the blood on his hand. "Don't be afraid, we are all the shadow of Mr. Ghost Eyes, and we are also his most loyal subordinates. We have a similar fate and situation, and we have a similar fate and situation.
We have exactly the same genes and faces, so we are both prosperous and devastated. We should be closer than brothers, and we should really unite."
The clone standing opposite No. 21 breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little. His clothes were completely soaked in cold sweat.
He was about to help up the clone who had been knocked down by No. 21, but was immediately stopped.
Clone No. 21 looked at him with a smile and said: "I won't kill you because you followed my husband's order before you attacked me. But he is different. My husband clearly asked you to let me go, but he still refused to obey."
He wanted to do something to me. He easily disobeyed Mr.'s order, which was disloyal and disrespectful to Mr. I should clean up the house for ICV."
Clone No. 21 suddenly raised the hammer and smashed it down without hesitation.
The clone standing opposite him was terrified. Hearing the painful wails of his companion, he had no courage to look directly at his miserable appearance.