Helo pondered as he heard the roar of the craft getting closer.

After that, everything was chaotic, and he seemed to wake up a few times in a daze, and saw some unfamiliar figures dangling in front of him, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant water unique to hospitals.

When I came to my senses, I was greeted by a clean white.

He was in a windowless hospital room, with an infusion tube in his hand, and the rhythmic and gentle dripping sound of the electrocardiogram (ECG) on the side, which had a reassuring power.

Where is this?

He pondered, sat up with his body propped up, and felt a little weak in his hands and feet, as if he had become weak from being in bed for too long. Confused, observing this completely unfamiliar environment, he subconsciously glanced down at himself, he was wearing a hospital gown with a logo on the hem of his clothes.

"St. Antilov's Medical Center".

What is this place?

Helo rubbed his temples and vaguely recalled the situation before he fell unconscious, but his memory was as incomplete as if there had been a fault, and he finally sorted out the order.

They were hunted down by the people of the Forsaken Ruins...... Then Sayaro had an anomaly......

Denying the possibility that they were in the hands of the one-eyed pervert at this moment, Herlo concluded that they had been rescued by the CIA rescue team to return to the United States, after all, if it was really the former case, he would not still be lying in bed safely. He touched his neck, which had a piece of gauze attached to it, but the wound was no longer painful and seemed to have healed.

He took off the gauze and looked in the mirror, and sure enough, he found that the bite that should have been fatal was only a less obvious red mark, and he felt a trace of deformed sweetness because of it.

-- This is the mark that Sayaro gave him.

So...... And what about himself?

When this question came to mind, there was a sound of unstable electricity from nowhere, and then, an invisible air flow swept past his ears.

Helo ......

Faintly, a familiar voice came from nowhere, vague and almost ethereal, and as he listened closely, the call that seemed like Sayero's voice disappeared again.

Could it be that Sayaro is calling him? He hopes he manages to get to him?

But where is he?

He propped the bed to the ground, the soles of his feet touching the cold ground, and the chaotic brain immediately cleared up a lot.

Looking around, he noticed that there was a camera in the corner of the room aimed at the bed, he suddenly felt a little nervous, and subconsciously looked at the medical monitoring terminal at the head of the bed.

Then, he easily broke its system with a long list of jamming codes.

―― If the system of this terminal is the same as that of the monitor......

With a tap on the screen, the room suddenly went dark, and the emergency lights turned on automatically.

There was a "click" on the door.

“Bravo!”

Helo snapped his fingers, just to see if he could turn off the monitor through the Guò terminal, but he opened the door by the way, thanks to his previous experience of sneaking out to play every time he was grounded by Sayero.

He opened the door a crack with his feet, and he heard a series of footsteps from far and near, and a paramedic in a white lab coat was hurrying in his direction.

He flashed swiftly behind the door and grabbed him by the neck the moment the man pushed it open.

"......Shhhh Otherwise, I will break your neck bones. ”

"Hey, hey, calm man, what are you going to do?" The man whispered.

"Nothing, just want to figure out what I am right now, what kind of place this is."

"You're in New York, St. Antilov's Medical Center, brought here by a CIA rescue team."

Sure enough, it was in the hands of the CIA, he thought to himself.

Seeing that he was silent, the man paused and warned in a low voice, "No matter who you are, I advise you not to make trouble here, this is a hospital under CIA surveillance, full of their agents, and there is surveillance in the room." If you don't want to have multiple bullet holes in your head, you'd better let me go now before they come upstairs. ”

"It's a pity that the monitoring has been cut off by me, and your little life is in my hands."

Helo sneered softly, vigilantly guarding the door through the crack in the door. Except for Sayero, he has no good feelings, and even some fear, of the CIA's dry and wet work organization. After all, he is not lurking on the Internet as a phantom that cannot be caught and touched, but also an unarmed real person.

"What the hell do you want to do? I'm just an ordinary doctor! ”

"I want to know where the blonde man who was rescued with me is."

The man hesitated for a few seconds, and Helo grabbed one of his fingers and skimmed it back, and the index and middle fingers of his other hand firmly pinched his throat: "If you don't want to suffer hardship, you'd better hurry up!" ”

"That person is an important figure in the CIA, even if you kill me, I can't say it, otherwise I will definitely be disposed of by them!" The man's mouth was so tight that Helo smacked him a few times, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't let go of his mouth at all.

While he was anxious, Helo suddenly remembered that he had accidentally discovered that he had a special ability when he was threatening Cangye. By the way, just give it a try......

Thinking like this, he stared intently at the man's head, and sure enough, he noticed that the other man's eyes began to drift, but at the same time, a tingling pain also hit his forehead.

"Sue me, where is that person?" He lowered his voice and asked, the pain in his forehead becoming more pronounced as the other's lips trembled. This means that his abilities are limited, and the more willpower a person who is invaded by him into his brain, the more negative he himself will be.

"In ...... In the quarantine area on the top floor... In the ICU ward..."

The man was finally relieved, sweating profusely, and bloodshot eyes were coming out.

Helo stunted him with a slap, stripped off his clothes and put them on, took off his glasses, dragged him to the bed and covered him, and slipped out quietly.

With a "ding", the elevator door at the end of the corridor opened. Heloh hid in the nearest hospital room and saw two black repairmen with toolboxes walking by.

"Fuck, how come the circuit keeps going down lately, this is the tenth time in this week!"

"It used to be a few floors on the top floor, but now it's good, even the third floor has started, damn it, shouldn't this be one of the best hospitals in the whole of America, why is it like this!"

Ten circuit failures... The first nine times were probably all □□ by Saya, and the flower of evil was still haunting him. Helo's heart sank as he recalled the horrific image he had seen before.

Avoiding the two repairmen, he made his way to the safe passage and quickly climbed up.

It didn't take much effort for Herlo to crack the combination lock of the top security door, and through the crack in the door, he saw two men in radiation masks standing in the hallway, one of them smoking and the other leaning against the wall napping, obviously tired.

He tweaked his cuffs and twisted his neck.

Moments later, he pushed the door open and stepped over the two CIA agents who had been put down. As it turns out, none of the watchdogs are any great characters, and the methods that Sayaro has taught him to deal with his enemies are all first-class practical - only they will be used against his own people.

He sneaked into the dark intensive care unit from the blind corner of the monitor, and an opaque medical pod with radioactive symbols appeared in front of him, and the screen on the hatch showed the electrocardiogram of the person inside.

How is he now? Is he awake? Is the stimulant Isaiah injected at him still working?

His heart beat faster with the wire, and Heloh reached out and touched the screen, grabbed the hatch valve, and lifted it.

Under the pale blue cooling light, Sayaro lay quietly, wearing an oxygen mask on his face, an infusion tube connected to his neck, and some small blood streaks could be seen on his □□ skin, even on that handsome face. His face was unusually pale, and if it weren't for the slight trembling eyelashes, it looked like he was dead.

"Sayara?"

Heloh bent down, fingers touching his brow, and his other hand was suddenly grasped.

He was startled, dragged forward, and the whole person pounced on Sayero.

"Bang", the hatch above his head fell and hit the back of his head.

"Whew!"

He almost fainted with gold stars in his eyes, lying on the chest of the person under him, covering his headache and exhaling.

A slender hand grabbed the back of his head and rubbed it. Shocked by this action, he raised his head, met a pair of narrow eyes, and a hanging heart fell back into his chest, and thumped again.