Force unlock

Tazito had the medical robot overclock the wound to heal it.That allowed small wounds to heal quickly, but it also meant that even if the pet lock was removed afterwards, there would be two holes in his private parts that would never grow back.

He has no time to care about these, anyway, no one will see his ridiculous secret again in this life.After the wound was treated, he plunged into the bathroom and took a shower desperately to wash away the nausea.

However, clear water cannot wash away this bad feeling that pollutes the soul.He eventually enters the conference room in his bathrobe with a murderous look on his face, ordering the AI ​​to notify his brains.This is the only room in Tazito's home where AI is installed, and layers of protection are added to prevent it from being hacked.

There are two people in Tazito's think tank, one is a Quintu named Ivano, who is always steady and cautious; the other is a young woman named Esgarda, who also serves as Tazito's hacker.

The full-real images of the other two people appeared in the conference room within 10 minutes, apparently woken up after falling asleep.After all, it was late at night.Ivano dressed meticulously, and it was hard to imagine that he could wear his pajamas with a gentleman's effect.Esgarda didn't hide her yawn at all.

"Who is closely related to Mr. 11 and old Sancho?" Esgarda repeated lazily while lying on her armchair, and had already turned on the miniature terminal on her ear.Several screens are projected in the air.She lit a cigarette to refresh herself, and moved her fingers quickly in the air.

Tazi supported Erlang's legs and smoked silently.Old Sancho is the big boss of Fang Mei Ni, he needs to know what he and Mr. 11 are planning, and who is the person who killed in the hotel room.

Seeing the seriousness of the situation from his tone and expression, Ivano asked him, "What's wrong?"

Tazito said, "He's after me." He didn't explain, they were smart enough not to ask the boss what he didn't want to say.

Ivano thought for a while and asked, "What do you want us to do?"

Tazito: "Get something on him."

Tazito wanted to say "kill him" if he followed his heart.But reason told him that this was the worst choice.Gangsters do not fight against the government, this is the rule set by Tazito himself.The subterranean kingdom should remain underground forever.For the sake of long-term business, they should try not to attract the attention of the government as much as possible.

Ivano nodded and promised as he had done countless times: "Leave it to us."

The holographic images of the two people disappeared from the conference room.Tazito took a deep breath, until now, he could still feel the uncontrollable depression in his chest.His fists loosened and clenched, as if trying to crush something.The thing between the legs felt a strong foreign body sensation, and although the wound had healed and the pain was gone, it stood there like a pillar of shame.

He took another drag on his cigarette.At this moment, a strange noise caught his attention.He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice, which was the control panel in the conference room.The access control light turns from red to green—someone has opened the door to his house.And it was opened by permission without triggering the alarm.

Tazito immediately switched to the surveillance screen to check for the intruder.But all the more than a dozen cameras in the house were hung up, and all the surveillance screens were disturbed, causing chaos.Tazito realized something was wrong, put down the cigarette, took the gun from the hidden compartment, and approached the door cautiously.

He adjusted the door of the conference room to manual mode, and gently opened it a crack.The outside of the house was as bright as ever, and it was impossible to see where the intruder was.

Suddenly, a hand appeared under his door.Tazito slammed the door open, and the gun was already pressed against the opponent's chest.His hand was on the trigger, and he stopped the moment he saw who the opponent was.

The intruder who was held back by the gun still had an annoying look in control of everything.As if he should have been here.

"I don't remember people like you having the talent to be thieves." Tazito stared at Mr. 11 with a cold face.

Mr. 11 took it for granted: "I also don't remember visiting a pet and needing to inform it in advance."

Even nasty jokes are jokes, but Mr. Eleven seldom laughed in his life, even when he said them.

He glanced at the gun on his chest and noticed that Tazito's finger was still on the trigger.He said: "Move it away. You can't shoot, you don't have enough guts." The attitude was strong and disgusting. "People like you, I hope the police don't find you."

Tazito heard his words, and realized that he already knew his other identity.

Of course, this reformer opened the so-called safest door lock on the planet just now, what else can escape his eyes?

The shadow in Tazito's eyes deepened a little.

This is beginning to break away from the gray relationship between the "government and the underworld".

As long as such a person is alive, he will threaten the survival of the entire organization at any time.

Tazito looked at the face that was extremely devoid of human emotion, and quickly estimated the gains and losses in his heart.Then he laughed.

"You're right," he admitted, his moist black eyes looking sincere.The muzzle of the gun left Mr. 11's chest, and Mr. 11's tense expression relaxed a little.This is a state in which both are satisfied, and resistance will not bring good results.The so-called underworld is just a group of opportunistic people without government supervision. This kind of people should hug the thighs of high-ranking officials and be humble when they should be humble.

"I understand very well." Tazito said, raised his hand suddenly, and squeezed the trigger against his forehead.With a muffled sound, the bullet pierced his forehead. A trace of surprise appeared on Mr. 11's face.Tazito's eyes widened at the hole, his face burning with vengeful joy.He was breathing a little too fast, and one shot wasn't enough to quell the fire.It's better to shoot dozens of shots and beat him to pieces.He held the gun up for a moment, sighed, and let it go—he had the right to shoot anyone who broke into the room, but too many shots made it look like a vendetta.

He kills the candidate, there's going to be some trouble, but it's legal.And he has someone in the police station.

Mr. 11 was still a little confused, and raised his hand to touch the hollow on his forehead.

Tazito happily twirled the pistol in his hand, waiting for his enemy to fall.He's still using a shotgun, a conventional pistol that's more internally destructive than an energy gun, with bullets that rip a hole through a human body like a meat grinder.Tazito satisfactorily imagined the fireworks exploding in the man's head, which was very pleasant.The only comfortable thing tonight is this.

It is reasonable to say that even if he is a modified person, his predecessor is also a human being, and the important organization must be in the head.But the guy was still standing, and… put his finger in that hole to dig for that bullet.

Seeing this scene, Tazito showed surprise on his face, and then murderous look.He immediately picked up the gun, but the other party didn't give him a chance to replenish the gun.Mr. 11 grabbed the gun together with his hands.Tazito tried to break free, but Mr. 11's strength obviously did not belong to humans.His hands are like steel grabbers, and with all his strength, he might even crush the barrel of the gun.Tazito couldn't break free with both hands, and his face became ugly.

Mr. 11 dug out the bullet from his forehead with his other hand, and immediately received a firm punch in the face.His face was knocked to one side, his body shook, and Tazito grabbed his neck and pressed him against the wall.That guy was still very strong, he pressed him and beat him hard, hitting the so-called "crucial points".

Mr. 11 said to himself, "Trouble." He took out a capsule from his coat pocket and crushed it with one hand.Holding the back of Tazito's head with one hand, he pushed the capsule under his nose.A volatile liquid rushed straight into the gang leader's nasal cavity and entered the brain through the blood.Tazito's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he realized that he had been hit, his body lost his strength uncontrollably.

Mr. 11 let go of his hand and stood aside looking at him.It only took a few seconds from the inhalation to the attack. Tazito also tried to raise the gun, but the gun fell to the ground from his weak fingers.He glanced at the falling gun in disbelief, took a step, and his body tilted involuntarily, as if he had drunk a ton of wine.He braced himself against the wall, then slid along the wall to the floor.

Tazito fell into an unprecedented panic.He could see and hear clearly, but he couldn't stand up or move.He lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling.This sense of powerlessness without control is frightening, like falling into a nightmare from which you cannot extricate yourself.He thought he was done.

"You don't really think that's going to kill me, do you?"

Mr. 11 said indifferently.He grabbed Tazito by the skirt and dragged him like a corpse all the way to the bedroom and threw him on the bed.Tazito's bathrobe was undone, revealing a strong chest and abs.He spread his hands and feet motionless like a specimen, rolled his eyes, and looked at Mr. 11.A few strands of hair fell on his face, and the face that had faded from the murderous look actually looked like a kind and good young man.

Mr. 11 began to take off his clothes - he looked like he came straight from the banquet - hung them up meticulously, and stood naked by the bed.He has a strong and graceful physique, and every muscle line is in line with people's fantasy of transforming people.It's almost as if it was created according to the popular vote "your favorite body and face".

He looked down at the gang leader who was paralyzed on the bed, and commented: "You look much cuter this way." His expression was still barren, brutally handsome.With the metallic gray pupils and the bullet hole on his forehead, he looks like a complete machine.

Tazito looked at him and wondered how such an artificial thing could be sexual.His panties were ripped off and his eyes closed in disgust.His mobility was completely blocked, but his senses were still clear, he could feel the air passing over his skin, and the heat leaving his body.

He waited for bad luck to come.But nothing happened.He opened his eyes again, and saw that Mr. 11 was still standing by the bed, looking at him with great interest.This was the second time he saw anything other than indifference in his eyes—both times when he was looking at him naked.He seemed to enjoy the process, the satisfaction others get from caressing, and he enjoyed using his gaze.

Totally perverted, disgusting, Tazito thought.Cyborgs are pathetic creatures.He barely showed an expression that could be regarded as a smile, and his mouth moved slightly. Mr. 11's eyes fell on his face: "What did you say?"

Tazito said in a weak but happy tone, "You can't get an erection, right?" He looked straight into the other's eyes, still looking like a kind-hearted young man.However, there is malice in these black eyes, expecting to be provoked.

To such a provocation, Mr. 11 seemed to have heard something new, and said: "You want to know how I will treat you." He leaned over, put one hand on the side of Tazito's face, and looked closely at the picture that pleases women. s face.

"You'll find out in a moment." His voice was tremblingly melodious.