"What's wrong with Xiang Yincheng?" He asked.

Miyamoto Gosuke's eyes were extremely gloomy, and he looked at Wu Jin, almost as if he was going to cut him out of the hole.

Wu Jin was a little frightened, so he quickly avoided his eyes and changed his words: "Yes...... It's my fault, I'm not doing my job! Let him be injured! ”

Miyamoto Gosuke was satisfied, withdrew his eyes, and said faintly, "Is he seriously injured?" ”

"It's not serious, I'm still in a coma, I should be able to wake up soon."

"Very well," he nodded, "it's none of your business here, get out!" ”

Wu Jin answered, his steps quickened, and he left the secret room.

After Wu Jin's footsteps faded away, Miyamoto Wusuke came to the bedside and stared closely at the man who was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

He has extremely delicate facial features, a high nose bridge, deep eyebrows and eyes, if you open your eyes, it must be a different scenery.

"Lester, it's a pleasure to meet you again."

Gosuke Miyamoto muttered to himself, and touched his face with his hand, and there was a hint of greed in his eyes.

"I know you can't wake up yet, so I'm here to wake you up."

The corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, and a grim smile made people feel creepy unconsciously when they saw it.

He took out a small bottle from his clothes, opened the lid, and inside was a powdery white object, he reached out and lifted the bandage, and dipped a small amount of white powder with his fingers, which was on the bloody bullet hole.

There was a sharp pain, almost the bones were about to break, Li Sen was drenched in cold sweat, and opened his eyes suddenly!

"Gosuke Miyamoto?!" His face was pale, the bullet hole on his chest seemed to have been gouged out of his flesh, and the pain almost overwhelmed his reason.

It was the salt that Gosuke Miyamoto had just dipped in, and he sprinkled it on his wound, forcing him to come to his senses, and his methods were cruel and ruthless.

And Gosuke Miyamoto, who finished doing this, did not frown, and his eyes were full of smiles: "It's good to wake up." ”

When Li Sen woke up, he found himself in a secret room, in the dark, but he could clearly see the other party's appearance, and Miyamoto Gosuke stood in front of him like a demon.

His limbs were sore, and he wanted to raise his hand, but a crisp sound sounded in his ears, only to find that his hands were handcuffed by iron chains, and even his legs were tightly cuffed, and the whole person could not move.

Gosuke Miyamoto pulled out a tissue and wanted to wipe away the beads of sweat for him, and he yelled, "Get out of here!" ”

He withdrew his hand and looked at him quietly, "It's exactly the same temper as your father." ”

"Don't always talk about my father," he gasped and his face turned cold, "what do you mean by bringing me here?" ”

Miyamoto Wusuke said unhurriedly: "Last time, I thought that you sincerely wanted to leave the Qin family and come to me, but I didn't expect you to actually use me, but instead put the trick on us, hehe, it's really unexpected." ”

"It's good that you know," Li Sen sneered, "I'll never be able to be with you." ”

"Isn't that why you want to know about your father?"

Sure enough, hearing his words, Li Sen fell silent, and Miyamoto Gosuke laughed: "Your father, Maurice, is a man with many secrets!" ”

"Like, he used to be used by me, you know?"

He had already guessed this, and Li Sen sneered: "So what? ”

"Your father used to be my favorite subordinate, and I have always hated betrayal, but I didn't expect that he still betrayed me, just because of a woman, don't you say ridiculous?"

The appearance of Qin Ruyue completely changed the trajectory of Maurice's life.

Before meeting her, he was an excellent killer that Gosuke Miyamoto had spent half his life cultivating, and he had the qualities and instincts that all killers should have, and he could be called a natural killer.

The brutality and cold-bloodedness in his blood are almost innate, and he never relents, a characteristic that makes Miyamoto Gosuke have to look at him with admiration.

The most important thing is that he has the characteristics of a perverted serial killer, his deformed psychology and his perfection, meticulousness and prudence, and his antisocial personality, which makes Miyamoto Gosuke feel that he is a sharp blade, killing without blood, but deadly......

Such a powerful weapon was actually used by himself, and many times, he was ecstatic and felt that it was not real.

"You made him fall in love with killing?!" Li Sen grasped the point and asked.

He shook his head and denied: "No, your father was a born murderer. ”

"My father's family was broken when he was a child, he had a father who loved to drink and domestic violence, and a mother who never liked cold violence, and later went to an orphanage, he was isolated, and his temperament became extreme and cold, and you, Miyamoto Gosuke, were the last straw before he became a killer!"

"So, you're hating me?"

He sneered, "Do I still have to kneel down and thank you for turning him into a murderous demon!" ”

"I made him the perfect killing machine! He's my work! ”

Miyamoto Gosuke's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes widened in anger, and he frantically pressed Li Sen's wound.

Seeing his painful appearance, Miyamoto Wusuke let go of his hand, and there was already some blood in the palm of his hand.

"But people are not as good as heaven, such a perfect work, there will be deviations!"

Qin Ruyue's appearance caught Miyamoto Wusuke off guard, he watched Maurice get farther and farther away from him, until finally, Maurice coldly told him that he had decided to leave the organization and never come back.

After hearing his words at that time, Miyamoto Gosuke's brain surged up and he came up with a way to destroy him completely.

"It's you, it's you? You killed my father!? ”

Li Sen's eyes were red, and he stared at him coldly, eager to stab the person in front of him.

Miyamoto Wusuke laughed and said, "I just let him get the punishment he deserves!" ”

"Gosuke Miyamoto! I will never let you go! ”

Li Sen completely lost his mind, he stared at Miyamoto Gosuke fiercely, the hand that clenched his fist was already oozing blood, and he hated him to the bone.

For so many years, he has always thought that his father can't stand his mother's departure, and he is riddled with illness, and after many years, he has been mentally distracted, unconscious, and it is unimaginable that someone is operating all this? !

Gosuke Miyamoto put his hand around his chin, his eyes sinister.

"It's all gone, he's dead, and I'm glad he left a child in the world, and it's you, Lester."

Li Sen's pupils shrank suddenly, and fear spread from the bottom of his heart.

No one had ever scared him, but Gosuke Miyamoto in front of him did, because he seemed to have guessed his intentions.

He leaned into his ear and whispered, "Lester, I'm going to train you to be another him!" ”