Admiral, run, that bad boy is E

The countdown is about to clear and no one responds. This seems to be the expected result.

How can a desperado care about the life and death of others? In the face of personal interests, it is only human nature to abandon any love or family affection.

People who eat melons will only think that the two unlucky guys whose lives are hanging by a thread "just deserve it."

"Stop looking," Zhuang Mi directly turned off Zhongsi's screen and turned to look at the progress bar that had bottomed out, "Teacher is about to wake up."

Bian Sheng was already standing in front of "Dosen"'s hospital bed. The data on the testing instrument made a steady and even beeping sound. Then the person on the bed moved, his eyeballs slid under his eyelids and then opened.

"Teacher," Bian Sheng called softly and reached out to give him a hand, "how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

The man on the bed raised his hand and sat up sideways.

His blue eyes briefly glanced at Bian Sheng's face, then glanced at the two people behind him, and finally fell back on himself.

"Not bad," he looked at his palm, clenching and relaxing it, as if to confirm the strength of the arm.

His tone contained some long-lost joy, but there was not much expression change on his face. It seemed that the final result was within his expectation, rather than the painstaking planning of so many people.

He held the edge of the bed and tried to stand up.

"Wait..." Bian Sheng interrupted softly, and he knelt down on one knee, holding up his soft slippers, "Teacher, the ground is cold."

When Zhong Si saw this, he rolled his eyes and looked away. Only Zhuang Mi "watched" the show of deep master-disciple love with a numb expression.

Dosun accepted it calmly, and reached out to touch the top of Bian Sheng's head and the silver on the back of his neck just like he did before "sleeping". "You are sweating so much, are you nervous? Are you afraid that I won't wake up, or are you afraid of waking up?" Isn’t it me who came here?”

Bian Sheng's body tensed up for a moment. He lowered his head lower, stared at Doson's shoes, and said in the most pious tone, "Of course I am happy for the teacher. Nothing can compare to the teacher. Everything is for Red Sea."

Dotson seemed to be scrutinizing it, and he retracted his hand with a hum, and asked casually, "Did anything happen during this time?"

"No, everything is according to the teacher's plan." Bian Sheng replied.

"That's good," Dotson retracted his hand and slowly stood up. He has been unable to walk for some years and is accustomed to being in a wheelchair. Even if he has a healthy body, he seems to be a little unfamiliar with the skill of walking.

It's not that he doesn't want to change his body. The original goal of the "Stealing the Sky" plan is actually to get a suitable body for him.

It just backfired. Even if Red Sea invested a lot of manpower and material resources, the human experiment was still slow and the results were very little.

The number of successful cases is less than one in 10,000, and even if it succeeds, there are many serious side effects and a lot of defective products are produced.

Qu Yingying is, and perhaps Wang Jia is too in a certain sense.

To be sure, and to get a perfect "body", Dotson has been waiting and searching.

If he hadn't found out about the existence of "Lin Jue" by accident, and had Bian Sheng as a backup, coupled with Qu Xinghai's cooperation, he might have missed such a good "experimental subject".

After Dosun slowly took two steps, he stood up straight, then strode forward two steps, finally turned around, walked back to the hospital bed and looked at Bian Sheng, who was kneeling motionless, "Get up, yes It’s time to go home.”

"Teacher, you can't leave yet, the alliance has arrested him..." Hearing that he was about to leave, Zhong Si suddenly took a step forward and said.

Zhuang Mi hurriedly grabbed him, tried to hold his mouth and warned, "Don't talk nonsense about unimportant things."

Zhong Si blushed and broke away from Zhuang Mi, "What does it mean to be insignificant? How can it be regarded as insignificant? He is Wang Jia!"

"Let him say it," Dotson looked at the two men with a sinister tone.

……

Xie Qingwei kept his word. The first second after the countdown ended, Wang Jia was pulled into the electric chair for interrogation.

Pain has been the best way to torture people since ancient times. With the development of science and technology, the way of torturing people has changed from a bright knife to an invisible "blade". The unavoidable pain stirs in the skin, flesh, and internal organs.

Sweat poured down Wang Jia's ferocious face. Three electric shocks in ten minutes had left him a little confused and his pupils were dilated, but he still couldn't say a word.

"I don't know...I won't say anything..." Wang Jia tilted his head to one side, as if he was going to faint in the next moment.

The person who carried out the torture observed it for a while, and when he was preparing for the fourth time, a shrill cry of a woman suddenly came from the screen. However, before the "audience" could listen carefully, the screen suddenly went black.

It's not that there's a problem with the signal, it's that the alliance's "challenge" has finally responded.

Duosen used the identity of Lin Jue to "face" Xie Qingwei without any hesitation. Behind him stood Bian Sheng, who was wearing a mask.

Xie Qingwei only took one glance and recognized the mask as the one Wang Jia wore in the "Military Parade".

"You defected to the Red Sea? Do you still fucking remember your identity as a soldier?" Xie Qingwei asked, shouting and swearing.

"It's just to survive. At this point, does General Xie still want to use military law to deal with me?" Lin Jue mocked, "Hasn't the alliance always upheld the image of being close to the people? You torture my subordinates and fiancé like this, are you not afraid of losing? win the hearts of the people?”

"Destroying the Red Sea is what the people want," Xie Qingwei glanced sideways and then turned his head, "Linjue, let me ask you one last time, do you choose to surrender or continue?"

"General Xie is still so confident. You have hostages, but I don't?" Then, two tightly tied soldiers were brought to the back of the camera. They were the two soldiers who escorted Lin Jue.

"How about two for two?"

"It's impossible. Soldiers would rather die than surrender."

"That's a pity," before he finished speaking, Bian Sheng had already shot a soldier in the back.

The soldier stood upright and fell down. After a few seconds, bright red blood flowed all over the ground.

Lin Jue in the camera took a step back, as if he was afraid that his shoes would be stained with blood, "General Xie, this is an effective threat. The alliance's electric chair is just a toy for playing house."

While the two were talking, Bian Sheng had already pointed his gun at another soldier.

"Wait!" Xie Qingwei didn't expect that the other side would actually kill the prisoners of war, so he gritted his molars and said, "Okay, change, I can only change to one...who do you choose?"

If there is one less chip, naturally you can only change it to one.

He blinked his cold blue eyes, frowned and thought carefully for a few seconds, raised his hand to take the gun in Bian Sheng's hand, and fired at another soldier. Blood spurted out, and a few drops splashed on the display screen.

"I...don't choose, I don't want either of them." Linjue made a shooting gesture towards the camera.

"Linjue!"

Xie Qingwei held up his arms and yelled angrily, but the other side had cut off the screen.

Negotiation is over.