Chapter 1394: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (10)

When he heard that familiar voice, Bedeville couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart!

The woman's voice was none other than Bediville and Solar.

Security Advisor to the Muhammad Merchant Order, Kana!

This time it was really terrible! The werewolf youth hiding in the burlap bag couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead. In the burlap bag, he will not reveal his identity for the time being, and Kana has not met Duke Gwen, nor will she recognize the middle-aged Knight of the Round Table. But Solar!—The Demon Swordsman Solar once took over the job of guarding the caravan's sand ships with Bediwell, and Kana knew Solar's face!!

If she had taken a closer look at Solar and recognized the Demon Swordsman, the disguise of Bedivel's party would have been seen through immediately!

What should I do? Kana is a woman with a very good mind, and Bedwell is only worried that Duke Gwen's hypnotic smoke may not work! But if it weren't for that hypnotic smoke, would they really be able to get through it from under the noses of such a shrewd woman?!

But now it is useless to worry, Bediwell has to secretly pray in his heart that Solal can be clever and cleverly deceive Kana!

Luckily, Soral isn't stupid either, and he knows that his looks might be seen by Kana, so he's looking for an opportunity to hide his face. Soral carried the back half of the sack in the back, while Gwen spun ninety degrees in the direction Kana was pointing. Therefore, while cooperating with Gwen's actions, the Demon Swordsman also changed his shoulder to carry the burlap bag, just covering his face with the back half of the burlap bag, so that Kana could not see him! No matter who you are, you won't doubt it anymore!

However, Kana stopped the two of them: "Wait. ＂

A drop of cold sweat also broke out from the corner of the forehead of the magic swordsman Solaar. He only hoped that Kana wouldn't come to the other side and see his face.

"Uncle, are you a new face?" Kana leaned in, focusing on Duke Gwen's face.

That's right, Gwen's face is also very suspicious, he doesn't want to be an ordinary docker no matter how he looks at it. Although this suspicious face is also very bad, this suspicious face at this moment has at least saved Soral's life.

"Yes, my dear lady. Gwen replied unhurriedly, appearing both humble and polite. However, his hand was very different from his words, and his hand had already sneaked behind Kana's back and made a lewd gesture - touching the woman's ass.

Kana immediately stretched her face and gave Gwen a blank look: "You stinky rascal, dare to touch me next time?" Be careful that I chop off your hand!"

"Ha-ah-ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, has a first-class acting skill, pretending to be a gentleman and Kana to answer, and pretending to be a hooligan on the other side to take advantage of a woman. It was this contrast that led Kana to believe that Gwen was in league with the rogue workers at the docks, and that she was only pretending to be noble—and she didn't doubt Gwen's unusual face any longer.

Then she let Gwen and Solal go, as if she didn't want to see anything dirty, and didn't even look at Gwen and Solar's back again.

Finally fooled around, Bediwell, who was lying in a burlap bag, breathed a sigh of relief. But then came the difficulty, because Gwen and the others had to deliver Bedwell's sack in the sack, and then Bedeville would have to face all the unpredictable events that were about to happen without Gwen's help, until he was sent to the same concentration camp or prison as Elaine. The enemy may inject him with drugs, or he may be injected with all kinds of **, and Bediwell will either be tied up or can only struggle in time, and no matter what he does, the situation may deteriorate in an instant. What to do, we have to test the werewolf youth's ability to adapt on the spot.

He felt himself being carried by Gwen and Solal through a short hallway. There was a knock on the door, and he was supposed to be taken to a room somewhere.

"Oh, you're sending the test specimen again?" a voice said, "Okay, just leave him there." ＂

Soral and Gwen snapped a look, placing Bediwell on a long operating table. As they untied the sack, Bediwell closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep.

"Hmph. The white-robed researcher walked over and waved away the two unrelated people: "It's none of your business here, get out of here." ＂

Gwen seemed to want to do something for Bedeville, but they were all chasing people, so they had to retreat for the time being so as not to arouse the researcher's suspicion.

"Hmph, werewolves? I've found rare research materials. Now—" The researcher pulled out a thumb-thick syringe from the nearby tool table, filled with some kind of milky drug, "How about a needle?"

Bedeville saw the syringe draw closer to him from his slightly open eyes. Oops, if you continue like this, you will be injected with unknown drugs. Was this the kind of narcotic that turned people into monsters, or was it just some kind of sleeping pill to make sure Bedeville was quiet for the next few hours?

If it was just sleeping pills, Beddiwell would have taken it. His body is so resistant to drugs that sleeping pills will be worn off in a matter of minutes, and he will be sent to a concentration camp for the test subjects, from where it will be much easier to find Elaine-

But what if this shot is the kind of medicine that can turn people into monsters?

What to do? Do you want to stop it? Don't you stop it?! The surrounding walls are translucent, and people not far from the room can see the movement in this room through several layers of glass walls! If Bediwell were to act rashly at such a time, the alarm would go off immediately!

If he doesn't resist, he may die, and if he resists, everything he has done before may be undone! What should he do? Bediwell was in a dilemma in an instant! And there was only a second or two for him to think about what to do, because the researcher had already raised the needle and stabbed it into Bediwell's arm!

Resist! How can a man joke with his own life! Bediwell had made up his mind, and his body just wanted to move. But he suddenly realized a wonderful fact, and he decided not to move!

Stab. The needle with the medicine plunged into Bediwell's arm.

Bang zizi. The milky potion was injected into the werewolf's arm.

However, Bediwell was finally relieved. Because the researcher seemed to be deluded, he actually took a needle and stabbed the Mithril prosthetic leg of Bedeville's left arm!

It was just a prosthetic leg, there were no blood vessels or nerves in it, and of course the medicine or anything didn't flow through the prosthetic leg to affect Bediwell. Even if he gets 10,000 from this needle, Bediville will be fine.

But what happened to the researcher? Was he blind? Although the Mithril prosthetic was normally as soft as a human muscle, a needle pricked felt like it was pricked into flesh. However, with such an obvious silver metal arm, it is impossible for a normal person to be mistaken, right?

By the way, I see! Bediwell suddenly realized. It may have been just now, Duke Gwen used that ecstasy smoke again. Under the influence of hypnosis, the researcher thought of Bedeville's Mithril prosthetic as an ordinary arm, so he injected the medicine into the metal arm as a matter of course!

Bedeville sighed in his heart that Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, was very thoughtful, but he was also glad that he had such a powerful teammate.

"Well, this is not good, the quality of the materials has been getting worse and worse recently. The researcher muttered under his breath.

Then, Bediwell found himself on the move. It should be said that the operating table on which he was lying was being pushed. The researcher sent Bediwell to some sort of automatic conveyor belt, pushing the sleeping werewolf into it as if it were a corpse.

Bediwell rolled into the conveyor belt and quietly allowed himself to be carried away by the conveyor belt. This conveyor belt will surely send him to where Elaine is!

What followed was darkness. The belt is made of metal, and the outer layer is surrounded by a metal fence, which is not transparent. It led Bedeville slowly all the way, as if to take the werewolf somewhere far away. The metal conveyor belt was clearly not part of the remains of the underground glass pyramid, but something that had only been added later, so it was full of a foreign texture, and it was an alien object in this glass underground ruin.

Out of boredom, Bediwell lay down on the conveyor belt and checked his body, feeling that his body should be fine. Although he couldn't do anything in this darkness, it was better to be watched by countless people in that transparent environment.

He found himself moving diagonally upwards, and if he guessed correctly, the camp where the subjects were being held was probably on the top floor of the ruins of the inverted pyramid, the largest floor of the inverted triangular pyramid. This is in Bediwell's favor for the next move. Because of human physiology, it is often easier for people to see what is underfoot, but few people look up at the ceiling – and no one notices what is happening on the top floor through the translucent glass ceiling.

Then he soon arrived, and there was light shooting in at the end of the conveyor belt, and Beddeville immediately played dead and was sent out by the conveyor belt.

He fell to the ground with a thud. Or, in other words, falling into some kind of semi-soft but not hard pile of meat. The fishy smell of countless dead fish began to irritate Bediwell's nose, making the werewolf, who had a keen sense of smell, suddenly feel like he had fallen into hell!

Oh my God, what the hell is he sent to?!

Bediwell opened his eyes slightly and glanced at it. This glance almost scared him half to death!

He was lying in an indescribable, twisted, ugly mass of flesh!!