"You are my child after all. How can I bear to see you bedridden and suffering for a long time?" Guimu said, "I have a way to quickly restore you to your original self. No, you are even stronger than before.
Powerful. When the time comes, you can become my most reliable arm."
The red-headed man struggled to support the bed board and sat up. He said overjoyed: "Do you really have a way?" Maybe he can also have an immortal body like Guimu, and he can not be afraid of any attacks and injuries.
"Of course." Guimu gently held his shoulders, and his tone was rare and gentle. "It's just that this requires you to pay a small price." He suddenly quietly took out a syringe and stabbed it without hesitation.
Towards the red-headed man.
The red-headed man suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation in his neck. He suddenly broke away from the ghost eyes and asked in a trembling voice: "What are you doing?"
Guimu patted his back gently and said: "Of course I want to save you from the sea of suffering. From now on, you no longer need to be afraid of swords and guns, and you no longer need to be afraid of bloodshed."
The red-headed man's injured back was still in severe pain, but after a while, the pain gradually disappeared. His wound was completely healed, and his broken shoulder was back to normal.
But he was not happy at all. He was trembling all over and asked in a panic: "Isn't it FL261912 that you injected me with?"
"Yeah, how is it? Does your body feel no pain at all? Do you feel full of strength?" Guimu was not worried at all that the medicine would have side effects on the red-headed man, and his tone was actually very brisk.
"Are you crazy?" The red-headed man suddenly pushed him away fiercely. He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes angrily. "Do you really want to kill me?"
Guimu said coldly: "You are really stiff. You dare to yell at me. Don't forget who gave you this life."
His indifferent tone made the red-headed man shiver down his spine. The red-headed man suddenly got out of bed and crawled to Guimou's side. He said extremely uneasily: "You have a way to offset the side effects of this medicine, right? I
But your son, you don’t really want me to age rapidly and die early.”
Guimu pushed him away displeased and said: "Instead of lingering and living half-dead for dozens of years in this world, it is better to live shorter but stronger. There is no difference between you and other people. You have to
Only if you can put it to use can you have a foothold in ICV."
"Why am I no different from them? I am your son! Why do you always treat me so coldly? If you hate me so much, why did you let me come into this world?" The red-headed man shouted at the top of his lungs,
Trying to vent all the resentment accumulated over the years.
He lost control of his emotions and crushed a cup, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. But his wound healed quickly.
Guimu looked at him coldly and said in a calm tone: "Son and son are also different. The fact that you can live to this day means that I care enough about the family relationship between father and son."
The red-headed man stared with red eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "What do you mean?"
"I just want to remind you that I am different from others. I will not value your child like other fathers. If you want to stay in ICV for a long time, you must make full use of your value. If you behave to my satisfaction,
Maybe I will find a way to help you reduce the side effects of that medicine." After Guimu said that, he left the red-headed man's room without looking back.
Behind him came the red-headed man's cries of grief, anger and pain, but he seemed not to hear them.
The red-headed man stumbled into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and took off the layers of bandages on his face, revealing a face that should be very familiar to many members of the Security Bureau.
He still looks young at this moment, even a little childish, but his expression is ferocious, and his eyes are full of fear and resentment.
He is none other than Mo Fan who was lurking in the Security Bureau before. From the very beginning when he deliberately touched Liu Weike and Gu Siyi, to when he pretended to be a poor young man controlled by Yu Sixiang, he carefully planned every step.
Wearing a childish coat, he quietly approached one after another core members of the Security Bureau. The person who died in the explosion before was just one of his clones, and the bones and remains that were left behind also belonged to those trapped before in the ICV.
By.
His mission is to cooperate with the ICV inside and outside to facilitate their attack. Guimu also ordered him to wait for opportunities to find various drugs developed by members of the Security Bureau. However, before he could complete this task, Lin Chuan was arrested by the Security Bureau.
Caught.
Lin Chuan is one of the few people who knows that the red-headed man is pretending to be Mo Fan. If something goes wrong with Fu Wei, his undercover journey will end here. However, he still failed to eradicate the root cause, and actually left Fu Wei
In one breath, he had to choose to fake death in order to escape before his identity was completely exposed.
The red-headed man looked at his face, which had no wounds at all, but was trembling with fear. He was worried that wrinkles would creep up to the corners of his eyes at the next moment, and that he would soon turn gray-haired and stooped.
He has seen too many people who have been injected with FL261912. They all temporarily became heroic and strong but quickly aged or even died. A chill ran down his spine and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He did not want to die at a young age.
He slammed the mirror in front of him, and blood instantly poured out from the wound on his finger. Before the blood dried, his wound completely disappeared. He stared at the broken and bright red mirror in front of him, gritted his teeth and said:
"I don't want to die, I won't die..."
****
In the early morning, Liu Weike stayed alone in a room, silently looking at the black and white photos on the wall.
Displayed in this room are photos of deceased members of the Security Bureau. Next to each photo are marked their names, honors they received, and their dates of birth and death.
The photo hanging at the end of the third row belongs to Mo Fan. In the photo, he is smiling, looking heartless and cynical.
Liu Weike gently stroked the photo, recalling the red-headed man she met in the dungeon. "Mo Fan, my guess must be wrong, right? If you are alive in heaven, you will definitely be pissed off by me.
Alright."
"Xiao Ke, what are you thinking about?" Gu Siyi, who opened the door, looked at Liu Weike's back and asked softly.
"It's nothing, I'm just in a daze." Liu Weike turned around and saw Gu Siyi's frown. "Did something happen again?"
"Hronke is afraid that there will be a big chaos. King Anduo's men suddenly attacked Zhengting Pass, and the soldiers guarding there suffered heavy casualties. I don't think King Yuchuan will swallow this breath. Once the two sides fight, I'm afraid
The war will soon reach us." Gu Siyi said worriedly.
