The basement was spacious, but it wasn't so big that the person on the other side couldn't hear what the person was saying. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Besides, the assailant was not in the corner. He knelt in the center of the basement room, while the henchmen and others stood near the door, even if the henchmen were talking to Yang Yu, the perpetrators could still hear them.

The assailant was paralyzed, his eyes changed from fierce despair to dull hopelessness, even if the two plastic beads were embedded in his head, he looked more like a living person than he was now.

But that's exactly how the living should react.

When the uncle saw this reaction, he hesitated a little, turned his head and asked his confidant, "Do you really want to do this?" ”

"Since your niece swears, of course I have to believe her once." The henchman said. The implication is very clear, if Roy is mistaken, then she will have to bear the consequences.

As for what she couldn't bear, she had to ask her father and her uncles. Who made them Roy's elders?

The uncle swallowed and looked at Roy's father a little pleadingly.

"It has to be done here, right?" Father asked Roy.

Roy nodded affirmatively. "The easiest time for the Zerg to escape is when they are transported. At that time, the guards were certainly not as strict as they are now. If it had left the chef's body at that time, we would never have found it again. ”

"That's what I thought too." The henchman replied, "Mr. Yang Yu, you haven't answered me yet, do you have a skilled surgeon here?" ”

Uncle pouted, well, you won. "There is one who is a well-known doctor in the federation, and I have been hired as a family doctor after I retired. The others are here. ”

Then the group quickly figured out what to do, and the uncle turned around and left the basement.

And the party on the side, that is, the perpetrator, no one cares about his appeal.

That's sad.

But who is to blame for this?

A strong smell came from under his crotch, which could perhaps be counted as his last speech. Roy and the others covered their noses and retreated, and a guard cleaned him up briefly, then brought a table and tied him to it.

The noise came from the main entrance of the basement, and although it was not far away, the door was well insulated, so it sounded distant and unreal. The cook's wife was crying and begging for mercy, but soon there was no movement. No one knew where she went, and no one asked.

Soon, the uncle led the Yang family's family doctor down, followed by two nurses who also received support from the Yang family. The snow-white white coat looks very professional. The same snow-white mask covers most of the face, revealing only the eyes, making it seem like they are just three walking scalpels.

Even Roy, who was instrumental in promoting this, was solemn and solemn at the moment.

The uncle and the surgeon talked in a low voice, and the latter nodded frequently, indicating that he understood what to do.

"Can I use anesthetics?"

The henchman suddenly asked Roy, as if he regarded Roy as a zerg expert here.

Roy thought for a moment. "Yes. The anesthetic will not let the Zerg escape. ”

…… And if she really makes a mistake, at least there is a chance to sew it back again.

With the help of the guards, the instruments were prepared and the room was simply disinfected. Hearing his wife's cry, the assailant's eyes regained a little brightness, and he struggled to escape from the table. But after one of the guards pointed his gun at the door of his head, he sobbed in despair and resigned himself to lying back on the table, never to move again.

“…… It's really like a person. ”

Uncle murmured softly.

No one responded to him. It's just that if someone looks down at this moment, they can see Roy clenching his fists nervously.

In the end, no one ordered it to stop. Doctors and nurses walk in the basement room that serves as a makeshift operating room, occasionally whispering about professional matters. The anesthetic was injected into the assailant's veins, and he was trying to keep his eyes open, but it was clearly getting harder and harder. Soon he closed his eyes and fell into a slumber, perhaps permanently.

"Let's go out and wait." Father said, taking Roy's shoulders around and turning to the door of the basement room.

"Miss Roy doesn't want to see the results as soon as possible?" The henchman stopped Roy, "Don't you wonder if your inference is correct?" ”

Roy swallowed his nervousness, raised his head, and gave his henchman a confident smile, looking a little sweet. "Not curious. First, because my inference must be correct, and secondly, it makes no difference in the outcome of the first or second time. I'd better not stand there and get in the way. ”

After Roy's father and daughter went out, Yang Yu suggested to his henchmen. "Let's go outside and wait."

The henchman glanced at the guards who were still in battle, groaned slightly, and followed Yang Yu out.

A few people didn't go far, just waiting in the corridor outside the door. Through the cameras that have just been set up, they can clearly see the progress of the "operation".

The assailant's clothing was quickly removed. Doctors and nurses disinfect his abdomen. The scalpel glistened in the snow-white fluorescent lamp.

The tip of the lancet pressed against the loose fat skin, and a string of blood jumped out.

Everything went according to schedule.

"Actually, you're wrong."

The henchman who looked at the monitoring screen suddenly said.

Roy turned his head to look at him and asked with his eyes, "What?"

"It's useless to kill him. After all, Zerg don't speak human language, right? The henchman turned his head and smiled at Roy.

It's just that there is no trace of child-friendly ingredients in the smile.

Roy's lips pursed for a moment, then she quickly disguised them, and said softly, "Let's see the results first." ”

The henchman smiled, hiding the anxiety that flashed in his eyes.

"What do you mean, you brainless?" Standing behind them, my uncle asked, puzzled.

Father's hand was on his shoulder. Other than that, there was no answer.

All eyes are on the surveillance screen.

It's not as simple as poking a knife in and slitting your belly. The retired old doctor relived his exquisite craftsmanship on this body. As human tissue blooms layer by layer under the lancet, the level of gore gradually escalates. The combination of crimson blood and yellowish fat has reached the point where it is a little difficult for ordinary people to look at directly.

However, Roy and the others are numerous, and even if one or two people look away for a while, the surveillance screen is always in a state of being watched.

"It's almost to the abdominal cavity." Uncle whispered.

And yet nothing happened.

Maybe it's really time to get ready for stitching - several people came up with the idea of this.

Roy stared at the monitor with a good eye.

Could it really be that she was mistaken?!

Soon, with a slight stroke of the lancet, the perpetrator's intestines will be exposed to the public's eyes. (To be continued.) )