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"The turtle is dead."

Cutting hit the brakes and the Jeep came to a screeching halt.

The elf waited for Cutting to digest the painful message, and continued after a few seconds: "Cutting, you must find a way to get rid of tracking, otherwise you will be next."

Cut sullenly.

"I wish you good luck." The elf ended the communication with a trembling voice, and the blue flower closed again.

The car fell silent.

"Fake!" Cutting slapped the steering wheel hard, "Fake! Fake! Fake!"

He gasped violently.

The turtle is a very good friend. During the most painful period of cutting, the turtle helped him get out of the pain.

Suddenly, my ring finger felt a stinging pain.

He used too much force just now, and the ring on his ring finger got stuck in the flesh.

Cutting was once a veteran who went to real battlefields and made many contributions. He later had to retire due to post-traumatic stress disorder.At this time, a beautiful woman walked into his life.

That was his wife, the love of his life.

The few years he was married to his wife were happy. They had a family and a lovely daughter. He also got out of the shadow of the war and found a job that was hard but allowed him to support his family.

Until some drunken bastard, one day in the middle of the day, climbed into that damn truck.

On that day, Cutting lost everything.

He wanted to kill that bastard who drove drunk, but he couldn't because the police had already thrown that bastard into jail.A cut that could not even be revenged was like a mummy with its blood drained. He sat at home, waiting for death to come.

It was the elves who knocked on his door and brought him to the organization.

It wasn't called an organization at that time, it was just a small psychological trauma recovery group, and the leader was just an ordinary pastor.

Everyone in this group has their own grief, and they talk to each other, comfort each other, and help each other get out of the shadows.

Half a year later, a smile appeared on Chang's face for the first time. Just when he decided to start his life again for the sake of his lost family, the leader suddenly brought a stone——

"Relying on this stone, I awakened my superpower. Now I can only create things like ants and birds, but I can feel that one day, sooner or later, I will be able to create a person, a living person." The leader said, looking around.

Cutting didn't know what happened to others. He believed that at that moment, his dim eyes must have burst out with brilliance like the sun!

His wife and daughter have a chance to be resurrected!

"I need your help, not only for ourselves, but also for more suffering people in this world."

Since those words, the organization has been formed.

Cutting took a deep breath and slapped his cheek hard.

"The turtle is dead, but only temporarily. As long as the final goal can be achieved, the leader can bring him back to life." He stepped on the accelerator again and shuttled through the city.

Whether it was for his wife and children, the turtle, or the Spitwagen family he killed, he had to deliver this travelogue to the leader.

Only in this way can the deceased return from hell.

Cutting parked the car at a large private hospital and walked in wearing a mask.A young and beautiful nurse came over.

The nurse was curious about why the patient was wearing a mask, but with professionalism, she still asked: "Sir, what help do you need?"

"I need to get an MRI."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I can recommend an expert doctor for you." The nurse said.

"No, just an MRI." Cutting took out a bundle of money from his pocket, "right now."

Driven by money, private hospitals are very efficient. Not long after, a male doctor walked into the testing room with a cut.

A few minutes later, the doctor came back with the report.

"Sir, you are healthy."

"There's nothing weird in my body?"

"Strange?" The doctor shook his head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's nothing."

After cutting to confirm that no one had installed a tracker in his body, he raised his head, looked at the doctor up and down, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Take off your clothes."

"Huh?" The doctor thought he heard wrongly, so he repeated the cut again, and then the doctor said angrily: "Sir, this kind of joke is not funny."

Cutting didn't say anything, but took out another dozen dollars and put it on the table.

"Sir..." The doctor's tone softened.

Bang, another dozen, the total amount is estimated to be ten thousand US dollars.

The male doctor stopped talking and silently took off his clothes. After taking off his clothes until only a pair of white underwear was left, the cutting director said: "Turn around."

The male doctor turned around and put his hands on the wall.

After thinking about it, he raised his butt slightly.

It's not that he was too undignified, it was just that... he gave too much.

Although she lost her wife due to cutting, she was not interested in men yet.After confirming through MRI that there was no tracker in his body, he hurriedly changed into doctor's clothes and left the hospital.

He couldn't have this car anymore, including the box containing the travel notes. He took out the transparent bag he stole from the hospital, put the travel notes in it, and then stuffed it into his back. Holding a potted plant with blue flowers growing in his arms, he walked in In the city streets.

"Elf, help me contact the hacker organization and control the city's surveillance system."

"receive."

on the plane.

Dio, who was sitting and preparing for the upcoming battle, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

The movement of blood stopped.

The other party won't escape?Or have you reached your destination?Or... he realized why he was being followed and threw away all his clothes?

Change is not good news for Dior.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Ming, Dio and Colson arrived at the private hospital. They followed the blood's guidance and found the doctor.

"Whose clothes do you have?" Dior asked.

"Of course it's mine, what's the problem?" the doctor replied. He obviously didn't want to tell the third person about the embarrassing thing that just happened.

Coulson held up the ID.

"Uh... okay. It was a strange man wearing a mask. He forced me to take off my clothes..." The doctor described what had just happened. Of course, he didn't mention anything about money.

After getting the information, the three men left the hospital.

"He disappeared for 10 minutes. With his speed, he may have already been on the highway out of the city." Dior had a taste of the speed of cutting.

Zhang Ming asked: "Where is the monitoring?"

Coulson put his hands on his waist, took a deep breath, and then said: "I asked the agents to investigate, but don't hold out too much hope. If they can cause problems with Rome's surveillance, they can cause problems here as well."

hum- hum-

Coulson's phone rang, and it happened to be the network logistics agents.

"Sir, we found it."

"It's okay, don't be discouraged...wait, you said you found it?" Coulson pursed his dry lips, "The surveillance here has not been disturbed?"

The logistics agent said: "It was affected, but only part of it. What's more interesting is that all the footage of the enemy was preserved. Only the irrelevant parts were affected. We tracked the location where the enemy last appeared."

"Send me the address." Colson hung up the phone. He turned to Zhang Ming and asked, "Did you ask Olivia to take action?"

"No." Zhang Ming said.

"There are people secretly helping us stop the hackers," Colson said.

The screen of his mobile phone lit up, and it was a message from the logistics agent, with a short address written on it.

They are less than 10 minutes' drive away.

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