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The Ito Research Institute looks empty and deserted, even without intelligent monitoring, but it is not easy to find a chance to sneak into the basement.

Because beside Zong Ming, there is a little Cuban nurse who is dedicated to serving the villain.

This girl is simply too difficult to deal with, almost a 24-hour personal service, as soon as Zong Ming leaves the ward, she will immediately appear beside him with a virtuous face, "Where are you going", "What do you need", "Where do you not like?" Are you comfortable?" he kept asking.

Zong Ming once suspected that she went to Japan to learn ninjutsu, otherwise Mao could show up quietly anytime and anywhere?

Kenta Ito has nothing to do with her, and Boyle's suspicion will be aroused if he deliberately dismisses her, so he can only wait for the right opportunity to appear.

Three days later, they finally arrived.

In the evening, there was the roar of engines in the sky, and Boyle’s private plane left Shark Island. In the middle of the night, Kenta Ito informed his assistant that he was going to perform the first virus implantation operation on Zong Ming, and at the same time asked everyone to stay in the designated area. The place, including Zong Ming's personal nurse, is ready to respond to his instructions at any time.

In the operating room, Zong Ming woke up after a brief anesthesia. Except for some dizziness, he didn't feel any strong discomfort.

"All right?"

"Okay." Ito Kenta said, "I made a fake wound on your head. You will feel a little uncomfortable for a day or two, but it will not have any substantial impact on your health."

Even though it was a fake operation, a full set of fake operations had to be done, at least to convince Boyle and Ram Sim that he had really undergone surgery... Zong Ming touched the wound patch on the back of his head, and the pain was similar to that of ordinary abrasions. For a person like him who is used to being shot in various ways, it is almost nothing.

"How much time do I have?" Zong Ming took off his surgical gown, put on his own T-shirt and trousers, and shook his head. The effects of anesthesia had all disappeared.

"Four and 10 minutes." Ito Kenta matched the time with him, opened the window of the operating room for him, looked down, and asked worriedly, "It's so high, is it okay to jump with your legs?"

The operating room is on the second floor, and the windows are less than four meters away from the ground. Zong Ming removed the plaster cast and bandage on his left arm, and said, "It's okay, just help me cover up. If I'm a few minutes late, you must help me." Hold on to that nurse."

Ito Kenta nodded nervously.Zong Ming stuffed the plaster sleeve into his hand, patted his shoulder, and jumped out of the window lightly.

The night wind was very tight, and it seemed that it was going to rain. The surrounding leaves made a huge rustling sound, which perfectly covered up all abnormal sounds.Zong Ming was very satisfied with this, and slipped down two meters against the wall, landed quietly, climbed into the safe passage through the transom on the first floor, and then pried open the door of the maintenance department with the surgical tools provided by Kenta Ito.

The room was very tidy, with cardboard boxes containing various spare parts placed on two rows of shelves by category. Zong Ming scanned the rows of labels with a flashlight, and finally stopped beside a shelf marked "Drawings".

As Ito Kenta said, the drawings kept here are very simple, and they are completely prepared for maintenance workers.Zong Ming roughly scanned the circuit diagram, focusing on the water supply and drainage design diagram.

The design of biomedical laboratories is different from ordinary buildings, because it involves the treatment and discharge of a large amount of biochemical wastewater, it is necessary to build special water treatment devices, including various biological filters, anaerobic pools, etc., so the structure of underground waterways Quite complicated.Zong Ming didn't come from a major in chemical engineering and environmental protection, so he couldn't see any obvious problems for a while, so he could only memorize the drawings first, and then ponder them slowly when he turned around.

After memorizing the drawings and putting everything back in place, less than half an hour passed.Zong Ming slipped out of the maintenance department, thought for a while, and then walked lightly to the top floor - besides the reception room, there is also Boyle's office. He is not in Shark Island today, so maybe he can go in and find out.

The wind was getting stronger outside, and the branches were beating against the guardrail of the semi-open corridor. The medical staff on duty were all summoned to the second floor by Ito Kenta in the name of preparing equipment. The Cuban nurse who had been sticking to him was probably waiting outside the operating room to perform ninjutsu. , the entire Ito is deserted, like a horror movie set.

Zong Ming was inexplicably terrified. He observed carefully all the way, but found nothing wrong. After approaching the destination, he tried to pry the door, and it opened all at once.

It seems that there is nothing of value in it... Zong Ming was a little disappointed, but he still went in for a stroll. Sure enough, the computer was taken away. There were only some irrelevant documents in the drawer, and even a note pad on the desk. No, there is only an electronic photo frame in the upper left corner.

In the photo frame is a photo of a blonde beauty who should be Boyle's fiancée Jennifer Spencer.

Jennifer's facial features are not the popular sweet girls nowadays, but rather angular, with sharp curves at the corners of her eyebrows, eyes and mouth, making her look heroic.But at the same time, she has light golden curly hair, which is fluffy and soft, loosely scattered like seaweed, which neutralizes the coldness and rigidity in her appearance.

The photo changes from a jerky girl of eleven or twelve years old to a mature beauty in her 20s, and starts all over again.Zong Ming lost interest in observing, turned and went out, and gently locked the door.

Three minutes before the time agreed with Ito Kenta, it finally started to rain outside, and the bean-sized raindrops fell on the broad broad-leaved trees, beating some kind of wild drumbeat.

That uneasy intuition reappeared, Zong Ming felt his hairs were exploding uncontrollably, looked around, but found nothing suspicious.

It may be that the super brain is about to have a seizure... Zong Ming secretly frowned, took a deep breath, and walked quickly to the second floor.

After Kankan turned a flight of stairs, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded, Zong Ming stopped suddenly, and was shocked to find a slender figure appeared not far in front of him!

Pale lightning flashed by, and he saw that the man had an extremely thin face, the skin was as pale as paper, the straw-like withered yellow short hair covered his forehead in disorder, and the large white shirt was blown up by the strong wind, like a stick on the ground. The rags on the scarecrow do not show the undulation of the body line under the cloth.

He was leaning on the corner of the semi-open corridor, standing barefoot in a puddle of rainwater, his gray trousers were soaked to a large extent, but he didn't seem to feel cold at all, he just looked straight at Zong Ming's direction.

Zong Ming could be considered a well-informed and experienced man, he was still gasped in shock at this moment—this man was not like a living person at all, he was just as terrifying as a medieval vampire, as if In minutes, it will unfold its black cloak and strangle the prey to death, sucking up the blood until there is no drop left.

The two faced each other quietly with a distance of less than five meters, and the thunder exploded again. After the lightning passed, Zong Ming suddenly found that the man had moved in front of him, and his bloodshot eyes were staring at his face. The dark pupils rolled with a storm-like frenzy—"Who are you?"

His voice was rough and thin, with a husky feeling like a teenager in a voice-changing period.His expression also carried the paranoid feeling unique to the sophomore boy, pure and evil: "Who are you? Are you the one who can save her?"

He said "her", Zong Ming's first reaction was Jennifer, and immediately asked, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The young man smiled suddenly, very coldly, even with sarcasm, "I am nobody, I have been nobody for a long time... Then what about you? Who are you? Is it her medicine? You He's here to save her, right?"

There was a gust of wind, and raindrops splashed around them from time to time. Zong Ming couldn't see his expression clearly, and asked tentatively, "Who is 'she'? Jennifer?"

Before he finished speaking, a pair of skinny hands suddenly grabbed his collar, and the young man trembled like a dying animal, with the tip of his nose less than ten centimeters away from him: "No! Don't mention her name! Damn it! It must be you ! Why did you show up? Why didn't you let her go... let her go?!"

Zong Ming smelled the strong smell of medicine on his body, mixed with the strange scent of grass and trees, like some kind of weird perfume base notes, exuding the smell of decaying animals.

It is the taste of a chronically ill person who has been infected by drugs from the inside out for a long time, desperate and painful.

The thunder rolls past, shaking people's hearts and hair. At the same time, the lightning, like a searchlight, tore through the night again, illuminating the young man's pale and sickly face.

Zong Ming realized that he had guessed wrong. He was no longer a teenager. There were fine lines around his eyes, his skin was haggard, and he didn't have the collagen that a teenager should have.He should be at least 30 years old.

"Who are you, why are you here?" After the lightning passed, Zong Ming let him hold his collar and asked quietly, "Are you a patient here? Why have I never seen you?"

"Patient? No, I'm not sick, you are sick, you are all terminally ill, there is no cure!" The man said through gritted teeth, loosened his right hand, and a cold light flashed across Zong Ming's neck in an instant!

"go to hell!"

In the blink of an eye, there was a faint tremor in the air. Zong Ming was startled. He never expected that his hand could reach such a frightening speed. He flew over and almost scratched his own face!

"Fuck!" Zong Ming was taken aback, holding his right wrist firmly with three fingers and attacking him again, twisting and twisting, and firmly restraining him with his backhand: "Are you fucking crazy? Dare to assassinate me? Do you fucking know who I am?"

"You're an idiot! You're an idiot! You're a pig!" The man struggled crazily, but his strength was so weak that it was a joke. Zong Ming easily snatched his dagger and put it on his neck in turn: "I am you Ancestor! Say, who the hell are you, why did you kill me, and who sent you here?"

The man was panting violently, his thin chest fluctuated like a bellows, but a strange, sharp, bird-like laughter overflowed from his throat: "Who am I? I'm nobody... I just want to kill you, you shouldn't come Yes, you idiot... what's your name? Kong? Damn you, damn you..."

He actually knew his name... Zong Ming was very surprised, and quickly guessed his identity—a patient?Failed experimental subject?

What kind of hatred does he have with Jennifer, and why does he want her to die?

And why did Boyle put such a dangerous person on Shark Island so close to his fiancée? Isn't he afraid that this guy will escape and kill her?

Suddenly, Zong Ming heard a slight sound, which seemed to be someone's deliberately hidden footsteps. At the same time, he felt a gloomy gaze staring at him from a certain corner, full of hunting like wild beasts.

After a little hesitation, Zong Ming pressed the blade down the assassin's throat: "I think you should be damned!"

"Stop!" With a cry, a tall figure galloped from the shadow of the hardwood and sternly said to Zong Ming, "Let him go, don't hurt him!"

Ram Sin was drenched, panting and stopped, and said to Zong Ming: "Calm down, Mr. Kong, please let him go, he won't hurt you, and he can't hurt you—you should feel it, He doesn't even have much strength to walk."

"He stabbed me very neatly, and it didn't take much effort to wipe my neck!" Zong Ming said coldly.

"Please don't hurt him, don't do things that you regret." Ram Sin emphasized, "Mr. Kong, I apologize to you on his behalf, now please let him go and give him to me."

Zong Ming's expression twitched a few times, and he finally compromised, throwing the person in his hand to the ground heavily like an angry killer: "Get lost!"

"Be careful!" Ram Xin's eyes were stern, and he rushed over to help him up, "Johnny, are you okay? My God, how did you get here?"

"Let me go!" The man called "Johnny" didn't appreciate it at all, but struggled desperately to push him away, "You liar, you are all fucking the same, you..."

Ramsin covered his mouth, took out a needle from his pocket and stabbed him in the side of his neck.A sigh-like wail came from Johnny's throat, and his whole body became as tired as a rag bag, and he lost consciousness.

Ram Xin picked him up horizontally, and said to Zong Ming: "It's okay, I'm sorry to surprise you."

Zong Ming was noncommittal, he turned around and walked downstairs, paused after walking a few steps, and turned around: "I remember Ito-kun should have just finished your operation?"

"Hmm." Zong Ming flicked and flicked the dagger.

"If I remember correctly, your room should be on the first floor?" Ram Sin looked into Zong Ming's eyes in the dark and asked, "Why did you appear on the stairs leading to the second floor?"

"Because of your poor little boy." Zong Ming said, concluding that he came here after he caught Johnny himself, and said nonsense, "I came up to check when I heard the noise, but I just bumped into him. Thanks to you Come in time, or the tranquilizer won't be needed—the dead are quiet."

Ram Xin took a breath and said, "Then I would like to thank you for your mercy, Mr. Kong."

"you are welcome."

"Good night." Ram Sin turned and left, his gloomy voice came from the darkness, "You should go back and rest, after all, you just had an operation, didn't you?"

Zong Ming smiled coldly and did not answer. He listened quietly to his footsteps going away. After a while, the sound of a car's engine was faintly heard amidst the sound of rain.