Why did he mention himself? However, Zhang Ke could barely understand. After all, he should have been injected with that kind of drug, but his natural brain structural variation caused him to resist or even directly invalidate its effect, and Ruan Yi seemed to be the same.
Similar to myself?
Sure enough, the emergence of time tracers is inextricably related to MIL0647, right?
"Is there any way to control and effectively resist him? He is my most proud subordinate. Even if the rest give up, at least he must be completely transformed." Msisha asked hurriedly.
"It's unlikely. If it's just a case of mild antagonistic symptoms, you can still suppress it by injecting several times more medication. But at his level, if you blindly increase the dose of medication, it will cause too much damage to his brain.
After being severely damaged, he loses most of his sanity and turns into a simple rampaging machine." Statham immediately warned.
"Become a machine? It seems good. Aren't you conducting experiments to break through the limits of the human body? Do you want to try to transform people into tools that can exert large-scale destructive power? Why not use him as the first experimental subject?
." A cruel smile appeared on Msisha's face: "Inject him with medicine, twice or three times, or ten times if three times is not enough, until he submits."
"..." Statham was stunned for a moment and wanted to persuade him, but he saw Msisha said very firmly: "This is the order of the market leader. It is up to me to decide how to transform my people. You are responsible for cooperating."
That’s fine.”
"Okay..." Statham sighed and said, "However, you must leave a mental switch, otherwise he will have no control center at all. I will implant it into his subconscious mind through hypnosis."
"Then... when he kills 100 people, he can be freed." Msisha said with a cruel smile, "Besides, before killing people completely, he must draw the same number of crosses with blood on the ground.
, to be able to count. He must have lost most of his rationality, and there is no way he can do such precise calculations and procedures."
"Are you going to turn him into your slave forever... No, a murder tool?" Statham glanced at the murderer thoughtfully, but he knew that the market leader's order could not be disobeyed, so he still followed Msis's instructions.
Ha's request was fulfilled.
"Haha, you will be my last trump card - the market owner has been wary of me and kept cutting out people from the Tindalo Hounds. Even if my foundation will not be directly affected for the time being, I must prepare a trump card first."
But what Msisha didn't know was that Dr. Statham had also quietly tampered with the situation.
"Now, I will inject hypnotic restraint instructions into you -" After loading the murderer who had been injected with ten times the drug into the hypnotic device, Dr. Statham took it upon himself to say one more sentence: "The person you killed,
You must not be ordered by others, but look for it on your own initiative. In addition..."
And it was this sentence that made the murderer completely out of control. After that, he ran away from Msisha and began to wander around the country killing, firmly believing that the day everything was completed, he would be free.
"Ah——" Feeling the sharp pain in his chest again, Zhang Ke woke up from his immersed brain waves and found that the murderer's fist in front of him seemed to be deliberately avoiding him.
The injuries he suffered now were all caused by the aftermath, otherwise he would have vomited out his heart and lungs long ago.
"The business is done, I'm sorry to ask you to do me a favor -" He found that the murderer had no intention of killing him. Although it was unclear why he behaved like this, Zhang Ke quickly accepted the reality and jumped over.
He got behind him and gave his back a hard push.
"Now, charge forward with all your strength——"
The murderer who was pushed out by Zhang Ke with all his strength rushed towards the back door like a mobile bunker - and there stood Qingyang who had not had time to leave!
"Wait, don't come here, Brother Zhang Ke, save me——"
After a huge collision, a big hole was opened in the back door. Although Qingyang immediately evaded, the murderer's charge was too fierce and he could not completely dodge. He was knocked to the ground and was bleeding profusely.
The moment the murderer saw Qingyang, his eyes seemed to be ignited with bloody fire again, and he was about to hit his head with a hammer.
"No -" Zhang Ke quickly wanted to go up and stop him, but saw that the murderer's fist stopped abruptly as if it was disconnected before hitting Qingyang's face, and then collapsed as if it collapsed.
Down.
"Help, help..." Qingyang was seriously injured and his consciousness was a little blurry. Zhang Ke quickly stepped forward to help him, and at this time the police car finally arrived.
"It's okay, the police are here." Zhang Ke picked up Qingyang and said, "Don't worry, there are no fatal injuries. And for some reason, the murderer suddenly fell to the ground. I'm afraid he was exhausted."
"I wish I could help you..." Qingyang said, then passed out.
When he woke up again, it was already noon, and Zhang Ke was sitting in front of his ward with a look of concern and a smile.
"How...how is the murderer?" Qingyang asked weakly.
"He has been arrested. His physical strength seems to have been drained. Although he is not dead, he is almost motionless." Zhang Ke said, "After the police checked the traces at the scene and based on our testimony, they unanimously concluded
We believe that the person who killed Xu Xiaoli is a murderer - our plan has been successful."
"That is to say, the hurdle that you, as a time-tracer, are difficult to overcome has been transferred to another time-traveler, right?" Qingyang squeezed out a smile.
"Well, next, we have to see how the Guixu organization reacts." Zhang Ke walked out of the door, "You have a good rest, I still have some things to deal with."
The moment he left the ward, Zhang Ke reached into his pocket, where there was a syringe filled with blood samples - and the blood inside came from Qingyang's body.
Now, he must find someone willing to help him. With this idea in mind, Zhang Ke returned to the university, found the familiar century-old tree building, followed the sign at the elevator door, and came to Troy's laboratory——
"How come you suddenly come looking for me? It's such a rare visitor." Troy didn't look back, knowing who was coming.
"You must know that by injecting the blood of a time-traveler, you can get part of his memory." Zhang Ke said straight to the point, "I want to know the past of this time-traveler and help me make this blood into a form that can be preserved for a long time.
It’s best to let me see as much information as possible about the potion.”
"This blood comes from... OK, I get it, wait for me for two hours." A strange light flashed in Troy's eyes, as if he realized something:
"However, just in case, let me set up another insurance method for you."