The electronic pen quickly clicked on the screen, and Turner exported the menu, offering it with both hands.

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Turner scratched his bald head with an electronic pen, and a formulaic smile suddenly appeared: "You can play the emperor who rules one side, live an extremely luxurious life, and favor three thousand concubines." ”

Alan shook his head.

"Or is it the Demon King who transforms into the destruction of everything and destroys this annoying world?" Turner Bootstrap.

Alan bowed his head and remained silent.

"Or be an agent who is both good and evil, meet countless beauties, and the tight plot makes people linger and surprise?"

The script is exaggerated and obviously seduces Alan.

"So be it."

In fact, I didn't conceive any dreams to make me the most comfortable, after all, it was the first time, Alan chose randomly, and all Turner was clever.

“OK！ That's it. "Turner is naturally overjoyed by the amnesty, because of his successful marketing and the success of his business.

"What kind of character do you want to play?"

Putting away the formulaic smile, Turner meant a profound meaning: "Cold-blooded killer? Hot-blooded youth? Or is it a double agent who is both good and evil? ”

Is there still such an operation?

Because of nervousness, Alan subconsciously rubbed his hands, and sure enough, as the black buddy said, he was pleasantly surprised.

"Then double agents."

The variety of options is simply pleasing, and Alan is relieved of his choice.

"Okay. What about the partner you'd like to meet? Tall and large? Plump? Petite and cute? ”

"Ahem~" Turner coughed lightly, apologized continuously because it involved personal privacy, and added: "Of course, Michelle's company is tailored for customers, and naturally it is kept secret for each customer." ”

"This ......"

Taking the electronic screen, under Turner's guidance, Alan began to choose.

"Choose success! How long do you want this dream to last? Holding the electronic screen, Turner propped his chin and looked at each other with interest.

"A month." A week was too short, and in order to erase the nightmare, Alan chose a month-long dream.

"Great! The data is uploaded, and after the blending is completed, it can be implanted. ”

"Congratulations!" Turner stretched out his hand and gestured for a handshake in celebration.

Alan echoed nervously.

"Please come with me."

Leads the person into a room and motions for Alan to lie down.

Instruments such as massage chairs, except for a giant hood added to the head.

Following the instructions, Alan slowly lay down.

Turner turned on the instrument, and four pieces of metal were turned out of the wrists and ankles of the recliner to secure the person to the recliner.

"What is this for?" Finding that his whole body was restrained, Alan wondered.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Allen. Given that the whole process can be slightly uncomfortable, it is unavoidable to ensure that the progress is 100% implanted, so please forgive me! ”

It is also a common practice for businesses to deliberately conceal the dark side without telling customers in advance, only on the best side.

Alan frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied in his heart.

The meat is in the knife, it has become fish and meat, and it can't take care of so much, there are two sides to everything, what is it to be tortured, as long as it can cover up this damn nightmare, endure it.

Snort ~ The hood turned down, and the light turned on after choking the shoulder blade.

Hypnotic gas poured in, and Turner's face blurred as he looked at the blurred mask.

"Mr. Allen, hypnosis begins, if you don't mind, we'll start right away."

The sound is distorted, and along with the image, it is also spinning.

"Hmm."

Seeing the other person nod, Turner pressed the button.

"Director Turner, Director Turner! Board e-session, you need to pick it up. ”

The receptionist twisted his cat's steps and hurried in, or his hair turned light red because of nervousness.

"Okay, here we go." Seeing the secretary's panicked expression, Turner glanced at the monitor and turned to leave.

Buzz~ The motor starts, making a beeping chirp.

Several tiny metal probes swirled and began to pierce into the skull.

A stinging pain burns the skull, and the device kicks in.

The progress bar on the electronic screen shows the percentage, and the green light on the side is constantly flashing.

"Uh~"

Perhaps the process was extremely painful, and Alan let out a loud moan.

As the progress bar deepens, the pain grows.

Alan struggled, his blood surging purple, his neck veins swollen like earthworms, and his body arched from severe pain.

The pain was critical, and Alan was like a pregnant woman in labor, and the pain forced people to struggle.

Toot toot!

The warning lights are blazing and the alarm is sounding.

When the progress bar reaches 70 percent, it stops advancing.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and as Eren struggled, the metal piece at his wrist was broken free.

The sharp metal slices cut through the skin, and the new pain made Allen feel excited, and after the palm of his hand reached into the hood, he began to lift up.

Sparks shine brightly, smoke rises, and the hood is overturned by Allen.

"Mr. Allen! ...... happens"

Turner, who had hurried to the scene, was stunned by what he saw, and stood on the ground, not knowing what to do.

Laugh at!

The device emits a "sigh", and the dying person exhales his last breath and is paralyzed.

I saw that Allen's eyes were bulging, his eyes were bloodshot, and his capillaries were dilated and bursting, resulting in bruises.

His limbs stiffened, and Eren moved like Frankenstein, his clothes stained with blood.

"Mr. Allen! What happened to you? Come on! Turner yelled and tried to subdue him, but was knocked over by a punch from Allen in a rage.

Bang!

Gunfire rang out, and screams rang out from the outhouse.

"Killed, killed......"

Ding~ The alarm bell is loud, the room is dark, the emergency lights are rotating, and the intermittent flashing makes the whole company scarlet.

The receptionist hurried in, ignoring the short skirt and high heels, and his hair turned gray with fright.

Woohoo!

After several shots, the receptionist hid in the corner and covered his head and squatted, shivering.

After a short rest, Alan's complexion gradually returned to normal, and even the bulging eyes became normal.

Fresh air poured in, and Allen's expression was grim, and there was no panic in his eyes.

After a brief thought, he pulled up a metal stool and hid behind the door.

Look through the crack in the door and look out.

In the hallway, a strange man wears a trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat pressed very low, covering his cheeks.

This man's eyes were cold, his lips were pursed, the muzzle of his gun was slightly raised, and he shot every man in the corridor ruthlessly.

Regardless of whether the man knelt on the ground and begged for mercy or fled in a hurry, the man could always shoot him in an orderly manner.

After shooting, put a leather shoe on the palm of the fallen person's hand, and if he finds that there is still a breath or a moaning sound, he will replenish the gun one by one.

Not good!

This man is skillful in marksmanship, calm and composed, not like a thug, but like a chase.

With a clear mind and a calm mind like the killers outside, Allen's brain is thinking about countermeasures as quickly as ever.

Is this the effect of consciousness implantation?

Wrong.

Stopping halfway, and the implantation of consciousness only has an effect during sleep, apparently not.

Is that?

Why do you feel that the world is no longer the same, and many unheard things in your head are stimulated and surged?

For example, knowledge of firearms and emergency response, including hand-to-hand combat......

Bang!

The killer lifts his foot and kicks in the door.