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On the operating table, the Asian doctor who began to dissect at this time also lost the timid and afraid of death just now.

Indifferently and skillfully cut through those flesh, completely ignoring the hideous expressions of the children before they died, desperate and frightened, as if they were about to bulge out of their eyeballs.

His eyes were indifferent, and he seemed to be faintly excited to open his mouth for those children. The movements are skillful and cold-blooded, as if it is not a human body, but a cold and lifeless object.

It seems that he has a little intention of revenge for the bullying of those people just now, and with his skill, he deliberately cuts the place where there is a lot of bleeding in the aorta. The plasma burst out, and the scene was extremely bloody.

In front of several white mercenaries, he directly tore off a large piece of yellow and white fat that was wrapped in blood and faintly shaking, and threw it on the spare table next to him.

Directly reached into the chest cavity full of plasma and tender meat, skillfully took out the five internal organs one by one, and put them into the utensils prepared in advance next to them with blood.

Several white mercenaries, some of whom were disgusted by such a bloody scene, pouted. But he was not frightened, he just stood aside and watched the doctor's dissection with an indifferent expression.

But just because these people didn't react doesn't mean those hostages didn't react.

The sound of muscle cutting and tearing, in this basement, which is slightly dim except for the operating table, is particularly permeating, and it makes people extremely frightened.

Especially the hostages who were locked in the corner, although they were paralyzed in the iron cage because of the medicine, they couldn't struggle and scream, but they were all alive!

Those cold-blooded people were not moved, but those of them who had the same fate and were about to be slaughtered couldn't help but feel a little sad, and the rabbit died and the fox was sad.

Listen to the inconspicuous, but creepy tearing sound that comes from time to time. On the fast table, there are large patches of rotten meat and fat, red and yellow filth.

The hostages in the iron cage couldn't help but vomit out when there was not much in their bodies.

At the thought that they were about to be treated like this, turning into a pile of rotten flesh and bones among the living people, and without any strength to resist, their hearts could not help but welled up with extreme desolation, and the chill of pain and despair enveloped them, and the wisps of them soaked into their bodies and frozen into their bone marrow.

The last desire to survive of those hostages urged them to use their broken and swollen hands, tugging on the railing of the iron cage, struggling to support themselves, trying to use their last groans for help to recall the conscience of these people who had rotted to the point of stench and shattered.

But maybe the railing was too slippery, or the blood stains on their hands were too much, or maybe they were injected with too much medicine, and the screaming hostages climbed the railing again and again, but they didn't get up. I could only sit in the iron cage in despair, lying on the railing, my swollen hands clasping the railing, and looking longingly and sadly at the few people who were dissecting the corpses.

I couldn't make much noise in my mouth, and I could only whimper and hiss. More than 20 people shouted in despair and hoarseness together, converging into a sense of desolation like Huangquan Purgatory, which was terrifying.

The hoarse cry for help suddenly came out, like the last hiss before the soul flew away, it was extremely poignant, chilling, and creepy.

The white mercenaries were also somewhat affected, and the white mercenary with the M4A1 turned his head a little impatiently, raised his gun, and directly grazed the edge of the iron cage with two shots.

There were two "bangs", and one of the bullets grazed the back of the woman's hand, taking away a piece of flesh and blood, leaving a deep back of the hand and blood stains all over the ground.

"Damn, what's the ghost called! If the ghost screams again, I'll open a few eyes directly on you, or send you to God in advance!" said the white man with a fierce face.

The white man spoke English, and only a few of the hostages understood it, not to mention that in this state of near-despair, most of the people in the iron cage did not understand the meaning of what the white man said. But still from his vicious expression, I could see his anger and impatience.

I couldn't help but tremble and slump into the iron cage, the trace of expectation in my pupils was completely annihilated, and the eyes of extreme pain and fear turned into nothingness, dead silence.

When the white man saw that these people were stable, he snorted disdainfully, and turned back to continue looking at the dissection.

But he didn't see the woman behind him who had just been hit in the back of the hand, and there was a look of hatred in his eyes. It may be that the pain sensation stimulates the nerves, reduces the effect of the drug, and allows the woman to regain some control of the body.

Ignoring the large amount of blood trickling from the back of her bone-deep hand, the woman climbed the iron bar and stood up. The faces of Asian Americans are full of stubbornness that goes deep into the bone marrow and madness that is close to the edge of life.

With all his might, he said in a hoarse voice in English: "Disgusting brute! Kill if you want to, come on, you have the ability to shoot at me." Death is death, and I will go to hell and become a terrible ghost, haunting you for the rest of your life! I want you not to die well!" the woman pointed to her head, and her face was hideous and screaming at the back of the white man.

"Okay, I'll do it for you!" the white mercenary looked back with disdain, a mocking smile on his lips, and was about to kill the Asian woman with a gun.

"Wait, don't kill it, explain it again, these are precious living repositories of organs, all of them are a lot of money, why can't you get along with money. Then inject this into her body, and she will be honest. ”

The doctor, who had just finished removing a child's body parts, turned around and saw that the white mercenary was about to destroy his test specimens, and hurriedly stopped him. In a hurry, he went to retrieve an unknown medicine bottle, used a needle to extract an unknown liquid from it, and threw it to the white man.

The white man took it, and without refuting, walked towards the woman, who saw the needle with obvious fear, and with a look of horror in her eyes, took a few steps back, tripped up, and fell again into the iron cage. She knew that this thing would make people lose their minds and be completely unable to control themselves, as a slaughtered pig.