The clone No. 21 outside thought he was about to escape. Just as he was about to continue escaping, he was suddenly blocked by a man. The man was wearing a black coat and covered his face with a hat and a mask.
.
The man walked slowly towards clone No. 21 and said faintly: "Are you just going to leave like this?"
Clone No. 21 listened to the other party's gloomy and cold voice and immediately recognized his identity. An uncontrollable feeling of disgust rose in his heart, but he did not reveal his emotions immediately. "Mr. Ghost Eyes, we have to hurry up.
Let's go. Liu Weike and Gu Siyi are really not to be underestimated. If we are not careful, we may be caught by the security bureau."
Guimu chuckled twice and said, "Yes, they have indeed made a lot of progress. What, are you afraid?"
Clone No. 21 said quickly: "I just want to return to the ICV as soon as possible and continue to work for you, sir." Although his tone was still respectful when he spoke, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
He is no longer the poor man whose thoughts and actions were controlled by ghost eyes. He no longer wants to be his substitute or pawn.
"Since you want to do something for me, you should make full use of your value." Guimu said coldly, "Go back and rescue the thin man and the red-headed man, and let me take a good look at your ability."
Clone No. 21 looked at the rocks shaking at the door of the dungeon. He knew that if he delayed any longer, Gu Siyi would use his powers to open up a passage. By then, even if he wanted to escape, he would have no chance. How could he be willing to fight for the red head?
Will Weng and Shouke give up this hard-won opportunity to escape?
"Yes, sir." Clone No. 21 lowered his head, pretending to be submissive. As soon as he turned around, a sneer appeared on his face covered in dust and blood.
He walked to the door of the dungeon that was buried under rubble, and silently clenched a piece of sharp-edged stone. He suddenly turned around, rushed to the ghost's eyes, and strangled him with his powerful arms.
on his neck.
Guimu's old neck was flushed red, with veins bulging out. He gritted his teeth and said, "Are you going to rebel?"
"I've long had enough of being ordered around by you. In your eyes, I'm like a dog that is at the mercy of its master." Clone No. 21 said through gritted teeth, "Now it's time to end. From now on I
I will no longer be willing to be your substitute, I will become you and replace you. You old guy, you should bid farewell to this world honestly."
He suddenly raised the stone and hit Guimu's head viciously. During Guimu's struggle, he also injured his hands. Guimu's head was broken and bleeding in an instant, and the bright red blood soaked him.
hat. He made a painful groan and slowly closed his eyes.
Clone No. 21 gave a triumphant grin and said with a crazy expression: "You deserve it, you deserve it! I finally waited for this day."
However, Guimu, who was being strangled by his neck, suddenly opened his eyes, and he said coldly: "I have already guessed that you no longer truly surrender to me. The chip implanted in your head has been destroyed long ago, and you also
You will no longer be controlled by me. Unfortunately, you are still a little too young."
Guimu suddenly took out a syringe and stabbed the back of clone No. 21's hand.
Clone No. 21 felt the sharp sting and quickly pushed Guimu away in panic. He saw that the wound on Guimu's hand had healed as before, and he couldn't help showing an uneasy look.
Ghost Eyes looked at him with disdain and said: "Idiot, do you think you are the only one who can undergo such a change? Once you are my shadow, you will only be my shadow for the rest of your life, and you even want to climb on top of me.
Come up?"
"What exactly did you inject into me?" Clone No. 21 asked anxiously. He felt a little dizzy, and the objects in front of him began to appear as double images.
Guimu sneered and said: "Of course it's a drug that suppresses superpowers, but it won't take effect too quickly. You can still have this immortal body for about forty minutes. After forty minutes, you will change again.
Go back to the ordinary and useless you."
"You're talking nonsense! It's not because of the effect of your medicine that I have this superpower. I mutated through that special mutagenic substance. How could you possibly take away my ability?" Clone No. 21 refused to give up.
Yelled.
He has gone through so much suffering, and finally achieved immortality. He had the hope of getting rid of his ghostly goals, but how could he fall to rock bottom in an instant?
"Do you think I will tolerate my substitute having such powerful powers? I will not give you the chance to step on my head. Developing various new drugs is an easy task for me, let alone
Now that I have taken away your superpower, even if I use drugs to kill you, it will be effortless." Guimu looked at the desperate and helpless expression of clone No. 21 and showed a satisfied smile.
He saw the gravel at the dungeon door moving continuously, revealing a gap of about ten centimeters. He quickly pulled the lost clone No. 21 aside, took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, and whispered: "See this
Are you done with the medicine? He can offset the effect of the injection just now. As long as you can rescue the red-headed man and the thin man during the chaos, I will return your superpower to you."
Clone No. 21 felt that his legs were getting weaker and weaker, and his head was getting more and more dizzy. He gradually believed what Guimu just said was true. Maybe in forty minutes, he would really lose this thing that attracted him.
Proud ability.
He stared at the medicine bottle in Guimu's hand, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes. He suddenly stretched out his hand to snatch the medicine bottle, but Guimu pushed it away.
Guimu said coldly: "Don't use any crooked ideas in front of me. I have watched you grow up. How can I still not guess your little calculation?"
Clone No. 21 felt dizzy, and every word Guimu said kept echoing in his ears. He seemed to have returned to the confused and helpless boyhood, the period when he could only live in the world.
The time spent being brainwashed by ghost eyes day after day.
He suddenly recalled a certain scene in his boyhood. He was kneeling on the cold floor with his hands raised in the air. Opposite him was a row of gun muzzles. He kept repeating with a cry: "I swear allegiance to Mr. Ghost Eyes to the death.
"As long as his voice weakens even slightly, he will receive a solid stick on his back.
Clone No. 21 was shrouded in frightening and uneasy memories, his eyes gradually became dull, and he was mumbling something.
Guimu patted his back and said softly: "That's right, be obedient and respect me, just like you did when you were a child."
