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Tazito followed Giovanna into the laboratory filled with the smell of motor oil.

The laboratory has long been ready for the arrival of a number, and the moment the door is opened, the number is taken over.They handled the numbers with care, as if "handle with care" was written on his face.

The laboratory is in a mess right now, everyone is alert and quick, running around, shouting something.

Giovanna slapped the heels of her stiletto heels, personally checking every detail to make sure that her staff handled the number without fail.Experiments with numbers became the most important thing in this factory.She called Meg, a weapons expert, and ordered her team to hand over the experimental plan within half a day.Another wave of planners was convened, and they were ordered to synchronize information with the experimenters and revise the attack plan at any time.

Tazito observed everything quietly, and asked at this moment, "What attack plan?"

Giovanna said hastily: "You will know right away. Follow up and show you the isolation room."

Plans of attack against numbers.Tazito wondered as he walked, are they going to kill all the numbers?

impossible.Otherwise, the plan is downright terrifying.The last thing you want in business is a global disaster, and Giovanna is not that stupid.

Tazito squinted his eyes slightly thinking, put his hands in the windbreaker pockets, walked to the glass wall next to Giovanna, and watched the experimenter fix Mr. 11's hands and feet to the wall with a calm expression.

It was a high-security isolation room with a glass wall.There were three or four floors of people standing outside the wall. At this moment, Duwan temporarily put down the work at hand, stretched his neck and looked at the immobile figure like visiting a zoo.Quickly exchanging terms, discussing everything that would be inflicted on him, pain levels, paralysis, limb mutilation, as if he was born to be just an experimental prop, his pain and thoughts were completely out of consideration.

Tazito was sure they would make the most of this hard-won number, and there would be no easy end to his suffering.

"What do you use to block the signal?" Tazito asked.

"The entire laboratory is equipped with a high-density ion signal network. If he wants to send a message, we will intercept it." Giovanna introduced, "We can see who the number will ask for help when it is in trouble. Said Maybe we can find out the location of his hidden legion."

Tazito nodded, and asked after a while, "Where's the punishment device?"

Giovanna was busy explaining to the experimenter next to her, when she heard what he said, she turned her head and gave him a funny look: "There is plenty of time for revenge, so don't be in such a hurry."

Tazito: "Electricity will keep him still, but there's no guarantee there will be no accidents." He said earnestly and without personal emotion, "I know you, and you're careful not to miss a backup. No offense meant. , I just wanted to make sure."

Giovanna nodded appreciatively: "Do you know when you are the sexiest?"

"I'd take that as a compliment," Tazito said politely.

Giovanna happily pulled him in front of the glass wall: "Then let me show you the fruits of the efforts of our researchers over the past two years."

Mr. 11's arms are open, and the filament-like electric current is wrapped around his body, imprisoning his movements.

It's just electricity, something that was commonplace hundreds of years ago, and everyone uses it as a source of energy.Now it is not only difficult to see again, but also turned into shackles, trying to force a proud head to bow down.

Shortly before being attacked by scavengers, Mr 11 had suffered another terrorist attack.At Fang's dinner party, when he was talking with Fang's boss, a man jumped in from the window.Luckily the man didn't have time to do anything and was immediately captured by the battle droids.

It was a young man who appeared terrified after being captured and begged for mercy. Mr. 11 was about to check the weapon he was carrying, when the man's chest exploded with a bang.

A loud noise scared Fang Mei Ni's boss under the table. A big hole exploded in the man's chest and he was killed on the spot.

Afterwards, Mr. 11 analyzed the situation at that time and believed that the explosives were definitely not detonated by the man himself.A man preparing to commit a suicide attack would not have such an expression of vulnerability and fear on his face.

He believed it was an organized attack, the target of which was not yet known.Later, the police analyzed the explosives, and there was nothing unusual about it.In the end, it was not found out who was behind the scenes.

What happened one after another recently, from the professional weapons used by the scavengers to deal with numbers, to today he was captured and entered a large-scale laboratory.All this made him realize that the time Fang Mei Ni was attacked was an extremely cautious temptation.This number-hunting plan was formed earlier than he surmised.

Now, Mr. 11 has lost control of his body.The energy field that provides the body's operation is offset by the current field, without the support of the energy field, all parts cannot function normally.He felt weak and weak like never before, and even his sanity was not clear.

The data in front of him was in chaos, and the scene he saw was blurred.I can't feel my body either.

There was still a faint sensation at the very end of the fingertips, and it took all his energy to feel it.He struggled to move his fingers for a full 2 ​​minutes, and his right index finger trembled slightly.He struggled for a few more minutes before he had to stop and accept that moving his fingers was all he could do.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice.

"Mr. 11, it's me."

It was Tazito's voice, echoing through the walls on all sides.

"We're going to do some experiments with your body." Tazito's voice sounded flat, as if he was simply telling him, "Don't play tricks. Cooperation is the smartest thing to do."

Mr. 11 was still rolling his eyes and looking around, not responding to his threats.

Tazito waited for a while, then said contemptuously: "It seems that you still have a little temper, we will find a way to get you to cooperate." There is no need to threaten with anger, such words are sufficiently convincing from a boss.Know that your word will be 100% carried out.

After he finished speaking, he called up the interface of the punishment system on the glass screen.A large wave of menus unfolded in front of him, and the punishment items were so fucking rich.

He studied the menu with great interest.And beside him, Giovanna's eyes never left him.

Tazito directly slid the screen to the bottom, and the screen turned red, indicating that the options here are very dangerous and will bring serious consequences.

He heard some experts gasp and dared not speak.He ignored this, and clicked on the item with the highest concentration of red. There was a bracket at the end of the item, which read: 30% of the subject's limbs would be damaged.

The project page was opened, and the screen continued to warn of the consequences of the punishment.He ignored those and clicked "Start".

A confirmation interface popped up: confirm the implementation?

Tazito pointed to "Confirm" without hesitation.

Giovanna stopped him at the last moment when his fingertips touched the keys.Tazito looked at her in surprise.

Giovanna's cold eyes finally warmed up: "Okay, now I believe you really hate him." Her expression became much more relaxed, "But at least you have to feel sorry for our experts, they expect Looking forward to the number for two years."

Tazito sighed and said: "Okay." Turning to the expert, he said, "Thanks to your boss, you will get a complete body." He chose the most painless punishment instead.No one complained, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment Tazito pressed the option, the filament current bounding Mr. 11 suddenly became brighter and stronger, penetrating into his body like a bright blue dragon.

Mr. 11's body shook suddenly, and his hands trembled, unable to pinch.

The pain was real.His body was burning like it was about to boil and evaporate.He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from moaning.Only his brows were furrowed, and that was the only place where he showed that he was enduring pain.

The punishment lasted five seconds.When the current returned to a trickle, Mr. 11 was still stretched.

Damn... He hasn't experienced pain for so long, he has almost forgotten the feeling.

The feeling of being human.

Tazito looked at him blankly.

That person—accurately speaking, that number—endured suffering like a martyr, forbearing, sober, sacrosanct.

Faith has long been forgotten.God appears only in occasional banter.

But a handsome and tall image that never dies, with strong rationality, inevitably reminds people of beliefs that have long been abandoned.

To put it bluntly, this guy is pretty damn handsome.He's more handsome when he can't move or speak, Tazito thought disapprovingly.

"Why don't you go and rest for a while, Charles." Giovanna's voice interrupted his unrestrained reverie.She said: "There is a meeting in the afternoon, and I hope you will do me a favor."

Tazito gave her a slight nod, turned and left.

That's fine, it's the beginning of trust.Regardless of whether the other party trusted him from the bottom of his heart, at least he sent a signal of trust to him.

He needs this trust.He thought he was doing pretty well.