Yerich's sanatorium is not in the New York City area, but in the middle of nowhere.

It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that it is in the wilderness.

The sanatorium is built on a large piece of wasteland, not to mention that there are no neighbors nearby, and as far as the eye can see, there are no other buildings in sight!

When I entered the sanatorium, I followed up as if it were a military base, heavily guarded, with many checkpoints, and soldiers with loaded guns everywhere.

After checking three checkpoints in a row, I entered the main building of the nursing home.

The wizard in charge of the guard did not show up.

This is normal.

During the entire project, the wizards in the United States did not have any direct contact with Dassock.

The reason for this situation is that the wizards of the American Pan-Wizarding Federation are mainly white magic and puritans, although they don't want to be disciplined when they grab money, but they still have some bottom lines in witchcraft, and they can't accept this evil life-sustaining spell, which is considered a blasphemy against wizards and witchcraft.

But this cooperation plan was promoted by Elantra with his personal prestige, and the wizards of the Pan Wizarding Alliance did not understand it and had to implement it, and finally came up with such a compromise method to cover their ears and steal the bell.

It's probably the meaning of the gentleman's distant kitchen, I can't see or hear it, so I can feel at ease.

Under the leadership of Harris, Zhou Yang and the others entered the custody room unimpeded.

It was Yerich who was lying on the hospital bed.

This powerful figure who was in the process of the disintegration of the Red Empire is now full of pipes and threads, and there are seven or eight hanging bottles, just like this, his whole body is still swollen, his face is purple, his breathing is weak, and his soul is loose and free, obviously he is about to hang up.

Zhou Yang didn't really want to save this person, if possible, he would rather find a demon impostor like he did with Vladimir.

It's a pity that there is only one evil ghost who can make the Heavenly Demon create eighteen changes, and if the evil ghost is possessed, a character like this who is highly valued by all parties will be easily discovered, which is different from Vladimir, who is not taken seriously by anyone now.

Therefore, Yerich's life can only be saved temporarily.

Harris kicked out all the doctors and nurses at Zhou Yang's request.

After only Harris, Zhou Yang, and the special forces that came with them were left in the room, Zhou Yang motioned for one of the team members to take out a sealed box from their backpacks.

When I opened the box, I was greeted by a fist-sized heart of fresh chilled ice!

Harris's heart skipped a beat, wondering what it would be like for a poor man's heart.

According to what he knew, Dasok was going to use witchcraft to renew Yerich's life, and he needed to use a living girl as a sacrifice, and now although he didn't bring a girl, he brought a heart, and it was inevitable that Harris would want to be crooked.

Actually, this is the heart of a wild dog.

Before getting on the plane, I picked up a wild dog that was roaming around the airport on the fly.

Zhou Yang didn't even wash his hands and didn't wear gloves, took the box, picked up the heart with his left hand, threw the box, pulled out the dagger from the waist of the special soldier with his right hand, and stabbed Ye Liqi in the heart.

Poof, blood splattered.

The heartbeat monitoring immediately ticks and pulls directly into the horizon.

Harris twitched in his heart.

Is this saving or killing!

If it weren't for the fear that Ulma showed just now, Harris would definitely stop Zhou Yang.

This is where the hope of Yerich, the whole free world, is completely buried in that trembling Red Empire and its successors.

If he had been stabbed to death in a hospital bed like this, Harris would not have been spared by the CIA in the first place.

Harris clutched the pistol in his inner pocket, hesitating whether he should pull out his gun and kill the guy named Yergay in front of him first, and then raise his gun to kill himself. As a well-trained intelligence officer, it is still a little unwilling to commit suicide directly.

Zhou Yang didn't know Harris's inner struggle, the knives went down, and the spell had to be completed in one go, and as soon as he stopped halfway, then Yeliqi would be completely dead.

Cut down the wound, reached in and pulled it out, and took out Yerich's heart and threw it back.

Harris stood behind Zhou Yang, and subconsciously reached out to catch it, he was so disgusting for a while, he didn't hold it, and he was afraid that something would go wrong if he threw it, so he had to hold it with his teeth grinning and trembling.

Zhou Yang stuffed the wild dog's heart into Ye Liqi's chest, drew a magic circle around the wound with the blood on his hand, wrote a spell, pinched the magic trick and muttered a thought, and saw that the wound of the frightened person healed quickly, and there was not even a trace in the blink of an eye.

The curve on the heartbeat monitoring returned to normal, and Yerich's face quickly improved.

Harris's mouth was stammering, his mind blank.

Is this witchcraft?

Although it is very evil, bloody, perverted and cruel, this is a resurrection!

Yerich's heart disease was sentenced to death by the world's top experts, so he just dug one by one and was cured? He, he didn't even wash his hands!

It's an amazing spell!

I don't know how many rich people with similar diseases will spare thousands of dollars to ask for this way to continue their lives!

The thoughts in Harris's mind quickly swirled, and then looked at Zhou Yang's background, only to feel that the golden light was shining, like a cash cow!

It would only be three minutes at most, and Yerich opened his eyes, looked left and right with a confused expression, and then sat up with a flutter!

"Alexey, Alexey!" Yerich looked at the group of strangers around the bedside, especially the guy with blood on his hands, and shouted in panic.

"Mr. President, stop shouting, you are in New York, not in Moscow." Zhou Yang interrupted Ye Liqi's shouting, "How do you feel, your heart, is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

Yerich was stunned for a moment, subconsciously pressed his chest, and then exclaimed in surprise, "My heart, very good, very good, are you a doctor in the United States?" Did you cure me? Thank you so much, all of Russia will thank ......"

Zhou Yang interrupted him impatiently, "Okay, no thanks, Russia needs you back now!" ”

"Go back now?" Yerich shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, I just had surgery, and I have to do follow-up treatment in the United States, how can I go back now, I will call Chubais......"

"Chubais is dead, okay, President Yerich, time is tight, Russia needs you, let's go now!"

Zhou Yang waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him rushed up, extubating the tube, picking the needle, and dressing the clothes.

"What are you going to do! You are Russians! Let go of me, I am the president of Russia, I am the president ......"

Yerich struggled and screamed, but he couldn't carry the able-bodied soldiers, and was quickly changed into clothes and forced out of the ward.

Zhou Yang nodded at the stunned Harris, "Let you see the smile, we will take care of Mr. President." ”

"However, this is not the original plan, I need to ask the above for instructions." Harris panicked and said, "President Yerich's health is important, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to fly now." ”

Zhou Yang said with great certainty: "Don't worry, President Yerich will definitely return to Moscow alive." ”