"Well done." The leader of the action team patted the "anesthesiologist" on the shoulder, with an ambiguous force between a boss and a friend, which could not be said to be gentle, but it was definitely not reminiscent of a sudden attack: "If it weren't for you, we would have suffered a big loss today." ”

The anesthesiologist blinked, trying to keep himself from backing away from the proximity that alarmed him.

"Can you tell me about it?" The team leader kindly put his arms around his neck (the anesthesiologist thought, coming) while lowering his voice: "How do you know where that guy will be?" "Before they could get to the scene, the firing team had lost their target, and to make matters worse, the hunters had almost taken a back path from their prey – if it weren't for the anesthesiologist.

"I read his profile." The anesthesiologist said, "It's just a conjecture. ”

“…… Oh, yes. After a while, the old hunter, who was arguably a member of the institution itself, said, and let go of the anesthesiologist's shoulder, "You're a smart fellow," he said, "keep up the good work." ”

The anesthesiologist barely smiled: "Thank you...... Can I go to the toilet? ”

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The improvised team celebrated the victory in a well-known local bar, where the wine and food were of the highest quality, and the décor was unique, the cubicles in the toilets were even larger and cleaner than the hard-seat compartments of most trains, the lower part (about waist down) was covered with dark green brocade tiles, the walls were covered with old blue cloth wallpaper, the doors were dark hardwood, decorated with lines, the toilet was snow-white, the paper was placed on a brass tripod by the door, and a hook was inlaid on the partition - The doorknob of the cubicle was made of the same material as them, a standard ball with a recessed middle, and the button used to lock the door in public stared at every drinker who came to visit like a blindless eyelid.

The anesthesiologist staggered into the cubicle, turned around and quickly closed the door, then pulled off his pants as quickly as he could, and sat down on the toilet...... It was too late, though, and he had already wet the entire panties and part of the crotch of his trousers. This made the adult man who was already thirty-six years old both chagrin and ashamed, and worst of all, he could not do anything about it, since Aliaou, just thinking of that fellow, that cold Anthony like a striped man. Hopkins, the anesthesiologist just can't control his bladder. "You can't go on like this." He muttered to himself, "You can't ......," and he pulled out a cell phone from his bosom - the same phone that had been sent in the poppy cookie, which contained several caller numbers, but only one caller. There were almost no outgoing numbers, and he had tried to call them in reverse, but either no one answered or he was not in the service area.

The anesthesiologist spread his legs and the wind whizzed in from under the restroom cubicle, his inner thighs turning from hot to cold, and a layer of ugly goosebumps. He shoved his phone between his legs and hung over the filthy urine.

As soon as he let go, he could get rid of the devil, even temporarily. He pinched the phone's antenna and let it dangle. How nice it would be if Hopkins hid in this phone, he could have thrown that damn pervert into the stinking toilet bowl with the little electric bump, and then pressed the flush button to flush them into the septic tank, and Jingye, the feces and urine were pulled away by the sewage truck, and finally thrown into the sea or buried deeply...... It's a wonderful place to go, and it's a perfect fit, a good croak.

Come on, a voice shouted in his head straight to his throat, you won't be willing to give up, look at how much good he has brought you!

That's right, the anesthesiologist admits that if it weren't for Anthony. Hopkins, even if he participated in many missions, he might not have been able to make so much money, honor, and respect, especially the last one, which he almost never got - he used to prefer to solve the target safely from a distance (such as behind someone else), carefully (rather than timidly), of course, this method is not only inefficient, but also easily disgusted, cursed, and even beaten - especially when the prey is snatched.

He used to think he was going to go on like this forever, but Anthony. Hopkins's visit opened his eyes to a new opportunity - the ghoul, who was already in the top 10 of the agency's most wanted list, offered a good deal that was hard to refuse, the anesthesiologist provided him with all the information related to the "Tower of Babel", and the descendant of the daughter of the Lithuanian count and the Italian viscount, a man with a very high level of knowledge in psychology and sociology, a lover of high art, and often participated in the enjoyment of plays, The elegant gentleman who plays in the opera and the big symphony orchestra uses his brain, which no one can match, analyzes for him every object targeted by the institution (each of which can make him taste it from head to toe) - he can guess what they eat, what they drink, what they like, what they are used to, what kind of bed they choose, what kind of car they use, what kind of words make him nervous, angry, or relaxed, what kind of targets to start, why, what actions or words can make them timid, confused, and out of control, Exposed horses...... And so on and so forth.

The anesthesiologist tried it once in fear, and it was hard to put it down, no, no, no, it wasn't that he went from a neglected coward to a hero or a prophet one morning (night) - this change was almost exclusively known to him at first, but it was wonderful - he no longer cowered and hesitated, and before each action he was like a poor candidate who was bent on copying someone else's exam paper, he was now confident, ha, he even wished the exam questions could be a little harder, because no matter what, Someone would have the right answers ready for him, and all he had to do was fill them in the spaces and get a nice "A" from the head of the agency.

Of course he knew Anthony. Hopkins's ultimate goal, whose beloved youngest son is being received the most attentive "reception" in the "Tower of Babel", the anesthesiologist knows what kind of, and if he were a father, he would be desperate to save his child who is not yet of legal school age from that standard mental hell, Anthony. Hopkins' movements are already slow — but from his own vantage point, the anesthesiologist would have liked him to be a little slower, because as long as Anthony . . . Hopkins began...... Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, no one can answer his exam papers on his behalf.

But it was also a matter of time, and the anesthesiologist had a hunch that the cooperation between the two of them was about to come to an end.

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On the third night when the anesthesiologist returned home, he received a new assignment. Hopkins called, the anesthesiologist sent out the information, and the next night, while the anesthesiologist was enjoying another box of his poppy cookies, he received a special email from Dr. Hopkins.

An hour later, the phone rang, and Anthony. Hopkins first politely asked him if he was satisfied with the analysis, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he was silent for a while: "...... I remember you once said......"

The anesthesiologist sniffled inexplicably, sitting on the toilet with his laptop on his lap and his phone stuck between his shoulder and ear.

"You once said," Anthony . . . "Even a dead person has to go through more than three checks before they can enter the Tower of Babel, right? ”

“…… Yes. The anesthesiologist thought about it, and he did say that.

He could feel the person on the other end of the line smile, "...... Thank you, sir, thank you very much, you have indeed helped me a lot," there was a small pause on the other end of the phone, "...... Well, goodbye. ”

"Uh...... Yes...... Yes...... Goodbye. "No, he didn't want to say anything more to this monster. He was very pleased with the existing distance between the two.

I just hope that he will be satisfied—the anesthesiologist tugged at the placket of his shirt to cover his bare thighs, and once again read the analysis report.

This may be the last one.

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Brown boulders stood silently at the junction of the three states, and the architecture of the "institution" was like a faded crown, firmly stuck at the top of it, and behind them was the vast gray wasteland and blood-red sky.

The two-digit elevators are like tears left by candles clinging to the smooth surface of this boulder, they go up and down, day and night, transporting a large number of protective hygiene products, medicines, various medical equipment, daily necessities and even raw and cooked food for the people in this medical institution, transporting discarded medical supplies and medical equipment, discarded human tissues, limbs, organs, etc. after surgery or pathological sectioning, etc. In addition to setting up several intelligent modules such as sealing, direct, and first aid according to the inherent needs of general hospital elevators, people or goods who ride them will also be fortunate to be inspected at least 3 times during a short journey of nearly 100 meters - sometimes you only need to pause for a while, and sometimes you need to stop halfway to open the cargo package or show yourself in front of the probe according to the requirements of the guards...... No one knows exactly what it is, but if anything is out of the ordinary, the elevator will instantly become a real cell or execution chamber.

Tom sniffled, and reluctantly unzipped the large plastic bag in front of him - the corpse of a full-fledged adult man was exposed to the bright light, all his hair had been stripped of the corpse during the sterilization process, and his expression was serene, his arms crossed over his chest, his legs straight, and the man's words were tilted to one side (the guards realized that he was all naked and white), like the pharaoh in the pyramid sleeping in his golden coffin, both dignified and solemn, Tom's fingers brushed his skin, the stiffness and coldness that made him tremble uncontrollably, "For the sake of the pay," he repeatedly cheered himself up, "For the sake of the paycheck, it's just a dead man, it's not a big deal." God......" He had to go on, though his fingers were shaking, and his heart could jump out of his throat almost at any moment—he pressed to the other man's ankle, making sure he couldn't feel the pulse of the veins in the neck, armpits, or thighs of this body—and on his big toe was the sign of the corpse, with the number, weight and height, and some features, which Tom carefully compared, "yes, this is it. He said, impatiently closing the zipper to keep the embalming agent and the cold smell of corpses in it, and then waved to the white-clad guys to remove it!

The two veterans behind him sneered. "It's not bad." One of the guards walked over slowly and patted the newcomer on the back, which was as broad as a bear: "But you have to learn to control your shivering sooner, we often have this kind of "cargo" here." He shrugged: "Actually, I've always thought that electric batons are much better than fingers, as long as you poke your ass in the eye, press the switch, as long as he still has a breath, he can scream and jump, fast and easy." But the "inside" disagreed, believing that the electricity would destroy these vital medical appliances. Seriously," he lowered, "this test always makes us feel like we're about to become a necrophile." ”

Tom looked at him in horror.

"Don't make such an expression," the old bird soothed the rookie's head soothingly, "After a long time, you will know that necrophilia is nothing here." ”

(To be continued)

I apologize to the adults who support me, the company has been busy all of a sudden recently, so the update time is a bit messy, but now it's a little better, probably the next period of time can be updated every other day, please continue to support and help Jiuyu! Thank you so much!