Klaus followed the guards into the cell, most of whom were asleep. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Klaus carefully observed the environment inside, in case something went wrong, Klaus had to work hard.

A heavy prison door was opened, and the guards in each area were different people, and with each door, Klaus's heart tightened. If someone asks about his mask, he says he can't smell the prison. After about twenty minutes of walking, Klaus was finally led to Chernenko's cell.

"Chernenko, get up and stand by the wall, I'm going to open the door!" The guard shouted inside, then raised his flashlight and shone it into the cell. Chernenko rubbed his eyes and slowly stood up, shuffling to the wall, facing the wall, with his hands on the wall.

The iron door of the cell was opened by the prison guard, Klaus grabbed the prison guard, and whispered in his ear: "Don't follow, this guy is a syphilis infected person, and the bottom is rotten like a ripe tomato, I'm afraid it will disgust you!" ”

When the prison guard heard this, he immediately stopped and looked inside with disdain. This guy has been working in prison for many years, and many people in prison have syphilis, mainly because many people like tattoos, and the sharing of tattoo tools makes cross-infection in prisons very serious. Most of the prison guards were surprised by this, but many were sick to death in the face of the festering wounds.

The guard didn't even bother to look inside, he leaned against the wall and waited for the doctor to finish his work inside. Klaus, disguised as a doctor, walked into the cell and said to Chernenko, who was lying on the wall: "Please turn around!" ”

Klaus kept Chernenko's appearance in mind, and although he had only seen Chernenko's photo, he still recognized Chernenko at a glance as the target of the boss.

"Chernenko, there is something wrong with your medical report, I suspect that you may be infected with hepatitis, I want to draw some blood for you!" Klaus said fooling Chernenko.

"Won't you, doctor?" Although Chernenko said that he would not, he still rolled up his sleeves worriedly. Klaus motioned for Chernenko to sit on the edge of the bed, then skillfully took out the syringe and rubber band from the medicine box, tied the rubber band to Chernenko's arm, found the location of the veins, disinfected it with alcohol and iodine, and then pricked the needle into it!

Although Klaus is a killer, he still has basic medical skills, which are compulsory courses for intelligence and military personnel. They are all techniques that can be used in the execution of tasks, and Klaus's posture makes Chernenko not have any doubts at all.

After a few minutes, Klaus pulled out the needle, injected the blood into the test tube, and said to Chernenko: "Press it with a cotton swab for a while!" ”

Chernenko did as he was told, thinking it was over. Klaus said to him suddenly, stood up, walked to the wall, and took off his pants.

"Why?" Chernenko asked in surprise and anger.

"Check your syphilis and see how it is!" Klaus replied with an unchanged face.

"Syphilis, no, I didn't! You don't need to check! Chernenko simply refused.

"In this kind of place, sooner or later, you will have it, but sooner or later! Unless you don't go to the toilet and don't take a shower! Klaus threatened Chernenko.

"Why do you say that?" Chernenko was obviously taken aback by Klaus's words, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Do you know why this prison is so popular with the inmates? Because there are the best tattoo artists in the whole of the USSR! They make paint out of urine mixed with burnt rubber, and they also have a habit of sharing tattoo tools! It won't be long before all the prisoners here will become syphilis carriers, do you think you will be spared in this environment? Klaus explained half-truths to Chernenko.

Chernenko hesitated for a long time, but finally did as Klaus said, took off his pants, pouted and lay against the wall, allowing Klaus to observe his intimate parts. Klaus pretended to observe it, and wiped it a few times on Chernenko's intimate parts with a cotton ball of alcohol with tweezers, and then sighed.

"Doctor, is it ...... Am I infected? Chernenko asked worriedly.

"Hmmm! You've got some infections there, and if left unchecked, they'll soon be like rotten watermelons! Klaus replied in a serious tone.

"Doctor, you have to save me! I don't want to get this disease! Chernenko pleaded with Klaus.

"I only have penicillin in my hand, and only penicillin can control the condition, I can give you an injection, are you allergic to penicillin?" Klaus was waiting for that, and he hurriedly asked.

"Not allergic!" Chernenko hurriedly replied.

"Have you been injected with any other antibiotics lately?" Klaus then asked.

"Nope!" Chernenko denied it.

"Then I'm going to give you some measurement of the increase or subtraction!" After Klaus finished speaking, he took out a new injection kit from the medicine box, and he asked Chernenko to lie down with his back to him, Klaus did not go to get penicillin, he picked up two bottles of insulin and pumped it into the needle, this kind of thing was originally used to lower blood sugar for diabetics, if ordinary people in good health used it, it would definitely be life-threatening.

Klaus is going to kill Chernenko in this way, and only when he leaves the cell, Chernenko is still alive and kicking can he get out safely. Klaus had no worries now, and the training he had received over the years had allowed him to remain calm the more critical it was, and Klaus steadily inserted the needle into Chernenko's muscle, then slowly pushed the syringe. The movements were neat and neat, in one go, and when everything was done, Chernenko said thank you to Klaus, and then put on his pants and lay back on the bed, Klaus packed up his belongings and said goodbye to Chernenko and left, and the prison guards outside the door saw that Chernenko turned over and seemed to want to sleep back, so he locked the cell door.

Klaus, just as he had just entered, followed the guards through the iron gates. Leaving the cell without incident, he walked across the wide playground and returned to the hospital. Then he unhurriedly put the medicine box back in its place, cleaned all the fingerprints, and left the prison the same way.

Klaus returned to the water, and he swam back cautiously as often as he could. After the searchlight swept over his head, he slowly climbed out of the water onto the shore. His companions, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried over to help him.

"Did you get it?" Niku asked nervously.

"It couldn't have gone any better!" Klaus replied happily.