After possessing GIN, I turned against him

When Kurosawa Hisanobu woke up again, he was awakened by pain, the wound on his wrist was burning hot.

Just now... I seem to have successfully given away the things.Kurosawa Hisanobu recalled dully.

In the past, the organization planted a controllable miniature bomb on his wrist. Once it was taken out, it would be in danger of exploding.But the system gave him a gift when he left to help him solve this trouble.

After that, with the help of the police, he re-buried a black technology capable of collecting and analyzing the source of the signal. Although it was taken out by Gin in the middle, the police installed another one for him before coming here.

There is no difference in appearance between this analysis collector and the miniature bombs that the organization placed at that time, and there is no difference when scanning.The organization will not dismantle the bombs it has planted, so when it is caught, the analysis collector is still buried inside.

I don't know if Curacao escaped or not.Kurosawa Hisanobu would choose to give this thing to Amuro Toru instead of Curacao, because he was worried that Curacao would not be able to escape.

But worry about yourself now.Kurosawa Hisanobu sighed inwardly.

Didn't someone anesthetize him?He slanders.He thought that after he had escaped once, the organization would raise his vigilance and anesthetize him first.

Soon, he knew he was wrong, because when he tentatively tried to move his hands and feet, he realized that he couldn't seem to move.

He immediately understood that he had been anesthetized and anesthetized, but not completely anesthetized.I couldn't move my limbs, but the wound was still hurting, and I didn't appear to be unconscious.

I'm afraid it's because of my special physique.Kurosawa thought confidently.The dose is not enough.

Liqueur is the main person responsible for studying him. He was killed by Curacao, and the people here may not know him well, so he can still feel the pain after being anesthetized.

He didn't open his eyes, and he didn't have the strength to open them. He could only feel the tense breathing of another person beside him, and touch the cold metal on his body.

Is this about to start?Kurosawa Hisanobu closed his eyes and thought about how he could escape, and finally found that this time he seemed to have to mess around.

I don't know when my brother will come back.He lay there quietly, not knowing how long it had been since he was taken away again, whether the police or his brother could find him.

If I can't find it, I won't really be disemboweled...

No, my body can't be cheap, old man!

And absolutely not let my brother see myself lying on the operating table!

These two thoughts made Kurosawa Hisanobu not know where he got the strength, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

The one holding the scalpel was a member of the organization he didn't know, obviously not as calm and stable as liqueur, when he saw him open his eyes, he trembled slightly, the scalpel was separated from Kurosawa Hisanobu, and he wanted to turn his head hard Shengsheng restrained himself.

Without him talking, the boss who has been observing the situation here has already noticed that Kurosawa Hisanobu has opened his eyes.

"Increase the dose." A familiar mechanical voice came from the camera on the top of the operating table.

The doctor holding the knife hesitated, and said submissively: "But, BOSS, I can't add more." He was not the person in charge of this project in the past. He had already increased the anesthesia to the maximum dose available, and he was worried that there would be problems if he added more.

If the precious experimental subject died in his hands, then he would definitely be buried with him, he didn't dare to mess around.

The BOSS didn't speak for a moment, the camera was his eyes, looking at the doctor and Hisanobu Kurosawa coldly, as if he was judging whether what the doctor said was true, and whether Hisanobu Kurosawa had the ability to act.

As time passed, the doctor swallowed nervously and dared not say a word.

I don't know how long it took before I heard the mechanical voice say coldly: "Then start directly."

The doctor didn't dare to say that Kurosawa Hisanobu might feel something if he could open his eyes, so he took a deep breath to calm himself down, and raised the scalpel again.

Kurosawa Hisanobu silently felt the scalpel across his chest.

Then slowly submerged into it, severe pain surged up, he was covered in cold sweat, and the feeling of being cut open by the knife made him almost pass out from the pain.

Midline sternotomy...

Kurosawa Hisanobu was forced to think in the suffocating pain that could make people faint, and the muscles in his body were tense due to the pain. He realized it, desperately mobilized the strength of his whole body, and finally said a word in a hoarse voice.

"heart transplant?"

It's not that he doesn't want to know more, it's just that his body doesn't allow it.

The scalpel on his chest is very steady, it seems that this is a qualified doctor.Kurosawa Hisanobu had to rely on cranky thoughts to distract himself from being stunned by the pain.

The boss seemed to be interested in his sudden words: "As expected of an experimental subject. But you guessed wrong."

Probably because he felt that he had no power to resist, the boss didn't mind saying a few more words: "I don't need your heart. I just want to use it for a research, a great research that reverses time and life..."

While he was talking here, Kurosawa Hisanobu felt his chest had been cut open on the other side, and the pain caused the boss's words to enter from his left ear and exit from his right ear.He just wanted to curse, but even opening his mouth hurts all over his body.

Is the next step to take a saw and cut through your own breastbone?Kurosawa Hisanobu thought sarcastically.

He couldn't breathe, and he was desperately trying to stay awake in the pain. He seemed to be on a cliff, with flames and ice behind him forcing him, and an abyss in front of him, and he seemed to slip and fall into the cliff in a second.

The pain made him delirious, but it also made him calmer. He kept silent, gritted his teeth, and wanted to use the pain to stimulate his body to regain consciousness.

Fortunately, the body did not betray him at this time.

The scalpel was removed, and the doctor took the needle from the person next to him.

But when the doctor was about to proceed to the next step, he was horrified to find that the experimental subject on the bed sat up at some point, and the scalpel he put on the plate just now was picked up by the other party, and stabbed him mercilessly. come over.

There were screams in the operating room, and the doctor covered his eyes and fell to the ground in pain.

The scalpel went into his eye and was thrown towards the camera.

The camera was pierced with great force, and no sound could be made in time.

Kurosawa Hisanobu pulled out the bloody knife, sat on the operating bed, his cold green eyes slowly scanned the operating room.

Of course there were other people in the operating room, but at this moment everyone was petrified by his violent rise, no one dared to approach, and huddled together in fear.

"Research team." Kurosawa Hisanobu sneered, staggered off the operating bed, struggled to lift the doctor who had been stabbed and blinded, and staggered towards the door of the operating room.

When he passed the operating table, he glanced at it and grabbed some injections on it.

Soon this place will be surrounded by people, this is the base camp of the BOSS, he has no way to leave, he can only hide and wait until his brother comes over.

He pushed the door of the operating room, but found that he couldn't get out.

"How to get out?" He put the knife on the doctor's neck and exerted force without politeness.

The doctor screamed, raised his hand tremblingly, and fumbled to press his fingerprints on the machine.

The door of the operating room opened with a beep, and there was no one outside.

Is the speed so slow... Kurosawa Hisanobu thought hard for two seconds, and was too lazy to think about it.The scalpel in his hand was thrown out, piercing the camera at the door with precision, and then dragging the doctor, who was dying of pain, slowly moving in one direction.

What he didn't know was that the boss realized something was wrong when he sat up from the bed. Originally, the boss would call someone to deal with it immediately, but a message delayed him.

"Boss, Rum is dead." The member of the organization who was sent to deliver the message fell to his knees tremblingly.

He didn't want to come to the boss in person to tell him the bad news, but the boss blocked all communication for some reason today, and the people below had to send someone to come in person, because he, the unlucky guy, was pushed out by others.

Rum is dead. BOSS chewed on these words.What he saw was more the meaning behind it than the surface truth.

Rum, who was asked by him to stay in the core stronghold during this period of time, died. Whether it was made of gin or not, it meant that he was no longer safe here.

There was an uncontrollable rage on his face, his hand tightly gripped the gun, and the twisted malice that destroyed everything almost became real. The members of the organization kneeling on the ground realized in despair that they might not see the sun of tomorrow.

But unexpectedly, the BOSS's cold voice could almost be called soft: "It has nothing to do with you, you take people to the No. [-] operating room and capture the experimental subject back."

If this rum dies, there will be another rum, and if the organization is destroyed, it can be rebuilt.But the premise must be that he wants to prolong his life and find the chance of eternal life.

The old man sitting in the dark smiled sinisterly, the distortion of madness and destruction vividly displayed on his body.

The members of the organization kneeling in front of him had already scrambled away, and there were only the old man here, and the guards who bowed their heads silently, not daring to raise their heads.

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Kurosawa Hisanobu was huddled in the cold morgue at this time.

The injured doctor was knocked unconscious by him and dragged to another direction. He hoped that the bloodstains could temporarily mislead the people sent by the boss.

He himself hastily blocked the bleeding chest with his clothes, and pricked the adrenaline that came out of the operating room into his arm.

This place is full of loyal dogs of the organization, or that one's loyal dogs. He was unlucky enough to tear up with a few members he accidentally ran into, and almost thought he was going to die under the gun. The only luck was The bullet missed the vital point, and he fled, dragging his dizzy and limp body, running wildly in places he didn't know, and finally hid in the unguarded morgue.

Where there is research, there is a mortuary.The temperature in the morgue was extremely low. It wasn't that no one saw him hiding here, but he sealed the door and hid himself in the corner where the corpses were densest. It should be able to delay for a while.

Put off a little time to let yourself die.Kurosawa Hisanobu smiled wryly.

He was still bleeding, the wound on his chest didn't give him any face at all, and several new gunshot wounds also made his face pale, and the smell of blood almost filled the entire morgue.Dizziness, concussion is not good.The whole body is weak, and the anesthetic is still flowing in the blood, showing the sense of presence with strength.

He shrank behind the corpse, his complexion, body temperature, and breathing were almost the same as the corpse, he was just trying to hold on and didn't want to die like this.

In fact, just dying like this will not affect the organization's demise.Kurosawa Hisanobu thought drowsily that he had already made sufficient preparations, the organization boss would be killed, and the immortal would not be able to live longer because of his own death.

My brother will get his suicide note, and he probably won't choose to become the boss of the organization that killed him. As long as the police have the face, they will keep their promises and won't take action against him...

From this point of view, it is actually best for him to commit suicide immediately, lest the people of the organization find him and revive him.

But he was still waiting for his brother, and a small voice in his heart said weakly, maybe his brother was already on his way?

He thought about it and almost fell asleep.

But you can't sleep here.Kurosawa's confidence is as bright as a mirror. Although he is dizzy, he is very clear about this.

Once you fall asleep, you may never wake up again.

But I really want to sleep... Kurosawa Hisanobu closed his eyes.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Kurosawa Hisanobu's eyelids trembled, and he felt in a daze that the door of the morgue was forced open. The loud noise was the sound of it falling to the ground.

There were chaotic sounds in the morgue, and he wanted to cheer up and guess who had found it, but he only felt buzzing around his ears, and the ringing in his ears made him unable to hear the sound clearly.

Forget it, I'm so tired, it doesn't matter who comes.The thought came to him wearily.

"Tap, tap, tap" something knocked on the ground, a bit familiar, but unfamiliar and urgent.

Kurosawa Hisanobu turned his brain that had become a mess, but before he could come up with a result, the sound stopped.

He closed his eyes, but he could feel his eyes suddenly brighten up.

The black figure rushed in with light, breathing rapidly, his heart beating violently, and trembling hands gently landed on his neck.

Then the sound of breathing turned into a gasp of relief, and the strong and powerful arms hugged him carefully.

"You boy—" the voice gnashed his teeth and cursed in a low voice, as if he was worried that a slightly louder volume would make the bloody guy in front of him worse.

Ah, it's my brother.