Heather who counterattacked

The brain is very heavy, like a ship that has collapsed in the deep sea, everything is falling apart, and it can only sink continuously in the cold sea water.

Thoughts are fragmented and cannot be assembled into whole thoughts.His eyes seemed to be open, but he couldn't see, not because of the thick gauze covering his eyes, but because he could vaguely feel that he was indeed blind.He couldn't hear the sound in his ears, couldn't move his limbs, and even his sense of smell and taste were dull. He couldn't remember who he was in the whiteness.

Strangely, in such a situation, he should feel no fear.

It seems that all the organs that can perceive emotions fell into a deep sleep. He sat there like a delicate doll, not knowing that there were actually people coming and going in the room, not knowing how he was being treated, even swallowing food It's all difficult, only when the hands are tightly held or the body is hugged, there is a hazy feeling, the face turns away, and then continues to be at a loss.

This state seems to have lasted for a long time.

He couldn't feel the passage of time, and he didn't know where he was. There was no difference between the darkness when he was asleep and the silence when he was awake, and the chaos in his mind couldn't draw out accurate thoughts, so he was so stupid and at his mercy.

Then, slowly, something changed naturally.It was as if a flash of lightning and thunder suddenly flashed across the dark night, tearing apart the sky and opening the spark of ignorance. He slowly remembered his name and his situation. He moved freely, and gradually built up confidence in his heart.

Vaguely remember the impression left in the cerebral cortex during this period of time.It was at sea, not in America. He could smell the sea, even through the thick planks of the ship.One day when it rained heavily and the boat shook slightly, he felt himself being pushed out of the room on a wheelchair, onto the deck, and then to a calmer and more stable place. Feeling the moist touch of raindrops accidentally sliding down the umbrella eaves, he just raised his chin in a daze, and found himself being hugged, and the thick cloth wrapped him airtight.

His mind was a little dizzy, and he couldn't tell exactly what it was, but he wanted to struggle instinctively, but before the weak resistance could be expressed, it had already been put down.He sat there, motionless, and everything was numb and silent.

Gently stroked his cheek with one hand, carefully wiping away traces of rainwater little by little. The person on the sofa opened his eyes, the gauze had been taken off, and the ice-blue pupils were not as bright as they used to be. The sky covered with broken diamonds, but the pale sky covered with a lot of clouds, was still terrifyingly beautiful, but even standing in front of him, he couldn't see anything.

"Sir?" The female doctor in the white coat called blankly.

The owner in black put down his hands, slowly straightened up and moved to the side, making room for her to put the trolley on the shelf to hang the needle.

He stood aside and took out the case file bag from the trolley. The new CT photos and diagnosis instructions were inside.After looking at it carefully, his eyes paused slightly, and he closed it again and threw it back. Maybe the appearance can really deceive the nerves and feelings, and even if he makes rough and contemptuous movements, it is also elegant and calm.

The female doctor stared intently.Until she heard a voice behind her: "How long will it last?"

Putting the tape on neatly, stood up, and replied, "See how the intracranial hematoma subsides."

Then the voice that came back to her was soft and slow, as delicate as velvet, and even impatience could be concealed by the charming voice: "Bertha, you have been emphasizing that the injury is very minor."

"Yes." She said neither humble nor overbearing, "but we have repeated it many times. This is compared to the vast majority of victims who are now close to the source of the explosion." Fortunately, this beauty was really protected at that time Very well, the first time they found out that something was wrong, everyone wanted to tell him to avoid being hurt, even if they used their own body to block the violent force of the explosion.

The female doctor pretended to pack up her things, she couldn't restrain herself from taking another glance, and then silently sighed in her heart about the miracle of the Creator.

"So," asked after a long pause, "wait?"

"I think you should be able to enjoy this process." The female doctor said unceremoniously, "Your Excellency's physical function is not damaged, the persistent disturbance of consciousness is already fading, everything is getting better, it just takes some time— —and, only then, he won't refuse you, will he?"

Before the husband went crazy, he quickly took the cart and flashed people at an unimaginable speed.

The tall man in a black suit stood silently for a while, without the anger expected by his subordinates, and he didn't even glance to the side. After a long pause, he slowly walked forward a few steps, as if After hesitating for a long time, he decided to squat down—then the timeline between making a decision and making a decision seemed to be stretched countless times.

The people on the sofa were still staring at him blankly with their eyes wide open.

But in those eyes, there seemed to be the whole world.

The Boss goes missing in Pereira and Mr. Ulysses blows up completely.

Mr. Kai sat awkwardly on the chair, and was strangled by his friend, but he shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of guilt: "Really, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't say - but that Your Excellency is really not in danger, Please trust me."

When the inexplicable explosion happened, Kai was also taken aback, okay? He didn't feel anything unusual at the time, and the cold sweat on his back only leaked out when he knew that the gentleman was gone.The entire Medellin, Pereira, and even South American intelligence and data networks are under the control of Polaris. Can he find any clues? Both are stillborn, and there is no way to say anything about it.

Carey happened to be in Pereira. After learning the news, he notified Ai Wei as soon as possible. The boss has always kept a low profile. This time the incident happened again in the area controlled by the leader of the gray road. The spread of the news of the disappearance is quite small, but there is no What an impact.But the problem is exactly here!The top forces in the gray way are all here, and the intelligence network can't be deployed at all, and the only one that has a little bit of rumors is Polaris, and they don't open this information business at all, and everyone can only die in a hurry.

The mess in Colombia was quickly cleared up.Until the time when he was forced to evacuate from the Americas, Carey still had no news of his master.I was so anxious that I couldn't sleep all night, and I put myself in the doctor's bag, and suddenly received a call from Italy, and then cold sweat seeped from my forehead to the soles of my feet.

Carey called Metia, took a deep breath, and transferred the line to Atlantis. When he finally contacted a certain pervert, he completely calmed down because of extreme nervousness and fear.

"With all due respect," he said coldly, "that lady is very important to the master, and she is not suitable to be your toy."

He never thought about it - Aurora wasn't with him!

Since Pereira, everyone on his side has been busy with Cyril's affairs. Now that she has returned safely, there is no time to take care of her.The original plan was to send her back to the United States as soon as possible, she seemed to be a little frightened and had a fever... Anyway, it ended up in Ronald's hands.

Carey wiped his sweat.What a horrific madman Ronald was.After the Medellin incident was completely subsided, a terrible epidemic broke out as if favored by the god of death... Carey donated a lot of things in the name of international rescue for peace of mind, because he was not sure if it was the madman who did it or not. When he came out, he didn't dare to ask for proof at all, because he was afraid that he would really destroy this anti-humanity element desperately.

"Yes! No matter what she means to you, please let me see her back as soon as possible, safe and sound, and there is nothing missing!"

"Don't disturb your elegance!"

Wipe your face again.He should be thankful that the title of master can restrain him, or that the only one in the world who can deter him is Cyril himself.If something happened to Aurora, Carey could imagine the anger of Cyril when he came back... The matter of Cyril's disappearance weighed heavily on his shoulders like a boulder, and he felt that he would collapse every second !

Of course, Cyril could feel the anxiety of her subordinates.

Especially after his consciousness became clearer and his memorization barriers were completely eliminated, no matter how good his self-cultivation was, he couldn't restrain the irritability that flowed in his blood and had nowhere to vent.

She has left the ship and set foot on land, but Cyril has no idea where she is.

The damage caused by being so close to the explosion is more than that.His five senses are still blurred, especially vision and hearing. His field of vision is still dark, and there is a very thin buzzing in his ears, and he can't hear the sound clearly. After the consciousness returns, what invades his brain is pain, and it is probably the result of the explosion. At that time, he was shouting because of Kroen, his vocal cords were concussed, and he couldn't speak.

Apart from the extremely fast thinking activity, he is simply a useless person!

...But his sense of touch is fine.

After Cyril tried to leave the room again and fell to the ground, scratched because of the corners, his range of motion was even limited to someone's nose.The sense of smell is good, how can I not even smell such an obvious rose scent!

I wanted to tremble with anger, but I couldn't express it at all.

If you want to throw things, you are limited by your own upbringing, and you can't do such an unmannered move.

So I was able to think and move, but I was much quieter than before, and I was forced to sit there for a long time without even opening my eyes.Although he couldn't see or hear it, it didn't prevent him from knowing that someone was coming in and out of the room. The person on the sofa beside him hadn't gotten up for a long time, probably dealing with some business. Cyril was silent for a long time, and finally ran away.

Then he was picked up by the waist and strode to the next bedroom. He was a little dazed when he fell on the bed, but he couldn't see anything with his eyes wide open. He took a deep breath and covered his eyes with his arms.

A gloved hand took his.Instinctively wanted to shake off, but didn't.The fingers were broken apart, and the fingertips wrote on his palm: When you recover, I will let you go.

Cyril was silent for a moment, and made a roll with her mouth.

There was a pulling force on the arm, the man seemed to want to pull him up from the bed, but he didn't move, the other party bent down and put his palm on his back to hug him, Xi Ruier couldn't bear it anymore, and punched him directly... The result was the same, the hands were caught and hugged into one embrace, the palms were forcibly opened, and the gloved hands continued to write.

Do not be afraid.

In such a situation, he was going crazy!Cyril's brain was buzzing with anger, but his face was expressionless, motionless like a dead person.

On the palm of his hand, he began to write again: "Okay, don't make trouble, I will let you go out tomorrow."

After a pause, he was carried to the head of the bed.

The messy hair scattered on the face was pulled back by one hand, and the back of the head was stroked, just like comforting a child.

...Death, metamorphosis, perversion!

The author has something to say: 7.11

In the next chapter, Cyril's thinking activities reveal the truth about the Medellin dungeon.

... The halo of the heroine Aurora enveloped the earth.

The snake spirit has a strong possessive desire for Cyril...but it was not love at the beginning, it has something to do with the origin...he saw the birth of Cyril with his own eyes, and thought it was a treasure bestowed on him by God...so in He really felt like Cyril was still a child at this moment...well, an older child!

If he knew his own intentions earlier, he wouldn't be so happy in the future.

Thank you, everyone, for your thunder!Thank you for your reminders... OTZ, I try to overcome all difficulties... Try to update twice a week.