Chapter 547: Bald Brother, you have made meritorious deeds again
The alien cells used to maintain life were completely suppressed by the leech's superpower. If this happened to others, it would not be fatal. Like those vampires, they are still young people without their superpowers and have no injuries themselves.
Whitehall was different. He relied on a large number of precise surgeries to graft alien cells and his own cells together to maintain the aging body organs in his body. Now these alien cells have lost their function and the organs throughout his body can no longer bear the load.
Aging of the body.
With a "bang", his body fell heavily, knocking over the tables and chairs in the bald brother's living room, startling both the bald brother and Bakshi who was holding the leech. They didn't understand what happened to him.<
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What is the boss doing? The handsome Italian boy Bakshi is confused.
"You! -" Whitehall struggled to spit out a word, his fingers were trembling, and he could no longer speak. His lungs had lost their basic functions. There was obviously oxygen around him, and no one put a plastic bag on him, but
Whitehall felt like he couldn't breathe at all.
A living sense of suffocation knocked him down. In the flash of lightning, he regained his consciousness for a moment. He realized that it was the problem with the leeches and wanted Bakshi to take the person away quickly. Maybe if the person left a certain range, the transplanted ones in his body
Alien cells can also return to normal.
It's a pity that he wanted to point to the leech, but the bald brother and the two Hydra soldiers at the door thought he was referring to Bakshi holding the child.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Bakshi did not understand what his boss meant. He was so panicked that instead of retreating, he took two steps forward.
Leech knew that his ability was affecting the guy with round glasses. He struggled desperately to leave Bakshi's arms, but unfortunately he was so weak that he couldn't break free.
The massive lack of oxygen made Whitehall's face turn red. Many organs in his body were rapidly decaying. His heart was getting weaker and weaker. The remaining air in his lungs was squeezed out of his mouth, along with countless blood.
Epilepsy? The bald man saw this disease when he was in India. He was so frightened that he took two steps back. He looked at Bakshi with a little sympathy in his eyes. If he committed the crime below, he would not be able to escape from the blame for the brutal murder of the Hydra giant.
.
Not only did he think so, he looked at Whitehall glaring at Bakshi as if he was having a flashback. The two Hydra soldiers at the door also thought so. His boss was killed by the number two man. What should he do? It was to avenge the boss.
Or do you just bow your head?
"It's not me? How could it be me! It must be you? It's you..." Bakshi, a handsome Italian, was completely stunned. The incident happened so quickly that he didn't even know that something had happened.
What happened?
But he knows that he must not take the blame. He, a helpless business elite, killed a boss of Hydra. Does he still want to live?
The blame had to be passed on to others, so he immediately focused on the bald brother as the suspect. He didn't know the murder process, but he must have something to do with him.
"It must be you!"
"You're talking nonsense! It's obviously you!"
The two guys who were greedy for life and fearful of death tried their best to blame each other. They also wanted to save people, but they were unable to see. Whitehall was vomiting blood. His life had entered a countdown and there was no way to save him.
"Papa -" cheerful applause rang out, and along with the applause, all the gunfire outside stopped.
Daisy, wearing a double-breasted coat and fringed boots, clapped her hands and walked in.
The two Hydra guards at the door could only move their heads, and the parts below their necks were completely out of control, as if they were other people's bodies. They looked at Daisy blankly.
"What a good show. I heard the gunshots from your side in the east of the city. Fortunately, I came over to take a look. Mr. Sitwell, you did a great job. You can be regarded as a two-time king."
...." Looking at Whitehall who was lying on the ground with only one breath left, Daisy only felt a sense of relief.
There is a road to heaven but you don’t take it, and there is no door to hell but you break in! I haven’t sought revenge from you yet. You were afraid that you wouldn’t die fast enough or miserably enough, so you rushed over by yourself!
"No, no, this is not what I did! This is what he did!" The word 'two-legged king' is not English. The bald man didn't understand it, but he did understand the previous sentences. He hurriedly pointed at Bakshi
, I want to clear my grievances.
His tone was urgent, but his demeanor had relaxed a lot. He considered himself Daisy's confidant. If he was in danger, the boss would definitely save him.
Bakshi didn't have the confidence. They were just here to deal with Daisy. It was too late to beg for mercy. He wanted to raise his pistol to carve out a bloody path.
But the next scene almost scared his liver out. As soon as he raised his pistol, he saw the gun suddenly left his hand, turned 180 degrees in the air, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at him.<
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Mutants? Superpowers? No matter what it is, he knows that he is in trouble.
"Mr. Bakshi, put the child down. Leech, go back to your room." Daisy has been standing outside the range of the leech. This superpower suppression effect is still very annoying.
The Italian didn't dare to resist, so he put the boy down obediently. The leech got free and ran back to the room upstairs.
Whitehall finally left the range of superpower suppression, but the damage in his body was too severe, and it was impossible to reconnect those alien cells with his own cells without surgery.
He moved his lips twice, as if he wanted Daisy to give him a hand for the sake of Hydra's bloodline.
"Haha, haha, you actually want me to save you?"
Daisy had a sneer on her face. She half-crouched next to Whitehall and said softly: "When that poor woman from the ancient Eastern country begged you twenty years ago, did you let her go?"
What do you mean? Whitehall was a little surprised at first, but he quickly thought of something, and a feeling of fear came to his heart.
"It seems that you have thought about it. You killed my mother and used her supernatural cells to maintain your life. Do you still want me to save you now?"
The plain words fell like thunder in the ears of several people around.
Revenge for killing your mother! This hatred is boundless. If you kill my mother, I will kill you! Revenge for your biological mother is natural and a completely reasonable thing. It may not be legal in some areas, but their Hydra
Is it necessary to talk about the law?
Daisy is sending a signal: Whitehall will die today, even if the King of Heaven comes, I can’t save him!
The bald brother regretted for a while. If he had known you had such a big hatred, he should have admitted that he had beaten Whitehall to death! Revenge for the boss is more effective than flattering a hundred people.
But after all, he could only think about it. He couldn't bear the responsibility of killing a Hydra giant. The most important thing was that he didn't know how Whitehall became like this.