Pecki's mood is so good that it can be described as fantastic, because just today, he finally got the opportunity he had always dreamed of. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a wonderful feeling to be appreciated, especially since the other party was still a general, and Peggy knew that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was in front of him, and as long as he worked harder, he might be able to replace Raff and officially have the title of doctor, and he had been waiting for this day for thirty years.

So the excited Pecki didn't feel sleepy at all, even though it was close to the early hours of the morning, so he got up and checked the list of materials needed for living research again, then put on his clothes and hurried to the research room.

Since you can't sleep, it's better to prepare in advance, and by the way, make more detailed details of the sample.

The pleasure brought to him by the two consecutive slaps during the day made him still unsatisfied, a hero who was once in the limelight, but now he could only withstand his own palm blows, this feeling was something he could not have imagined before, let alone do it.

There was an eerily silence in the hallway, a few worn-out fluorescent lamps flickering dimly, and an excited Peggy humming a ditty tune, a bright future awaited him, and he really couldn't wait. So he didn't care at all why there were so few guards tonight, and he didn't care why the infrared light on the monitor wasn't turned on.

"Squeak." Peggy unscrewed open the door of the research room, still humming a little song in his mouth, and he couldn't help but think of the picture of Van on the operating table, which was cut and disassembled little by little.

"Smack." The lights in the research room were bright, but when Peggy subconsciously looked at the hospital bed, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and the hospital bed was empty!

"Are you looking for me?" A faint murmur suddenly appeared behind him, and the faint airflow from the gasp caused a dense layer of goosebumps on the back of Pecki's neck.

"You ......"

The crisp sound of "pop, pop" echoed in the silent room, and Van gently patted Pecki's face as if he was teasing a pet.

"You seem to be in a good mood?" Van continued to murmur in a low voice, his mouth almost touching Pecki's ear.

Peggy didn't dare to move, not even blink his eyes, a sharp scalpel was resting on his neck, and he could even hear the sound of his own blood dripping on the floor.

"Brahman......"

"Actually, I'm curious what you mean by living research," Van interrupted Peggy slightly, "so I want to confirm if it's the same as I imagined, and you, would you like to be my first test subject?" ”

"I ......"

"I do, you must mean to say that." Fan smiled softly, "Go, go to the hospital bed." ”

Pecki was almost ** under the pressure of fear, his body trembled like chaff, and his calves had even begun to cramp.

Van frowned, lifted Pecki with one hand, and then violently threw him on the hospital bed.

In the blink of an eye, Peggy was firmly tied, just like Van had done before, and "click" Van locked the alloy lock with his hand.

Then he violently tore off part of Pecki's clothes and shoved them into his mouth.

The two successive soft "knock knocks" were accompanied by Pecki's extremely miserable howls, and two sharp scalpels nailed his hands to the hospital bed, but the clothes in his mouth limited the sound to a small range, even if he almost tore his throat.

Looking at Pekina's face distorted by extreme horror, Van pursed her lips disdainfully and slipped the key into his mouth.

"Smack, smack." Van gently patted Peggy's face, just like Peggy had done to him before, "Don't move, you will die if you lose too much blood." ”

Looking at Pekina's already wet pants and the disgusting smell, Van frowned fiercely, completely losing the nature of playing with him. So he turned off the lights, locked the door, and left the lab in a few steps.

Peggy is just a small person, and he can't even provoke Fan's murderous intentions, not to mention that he doesn't want to create senseless killings now.

Pekin's indistinct scream came out like nothing, but in the face of the empty floor, he was destined to continue to scream.

Along the silent corridor, Van quickly reached the top floor, and when he pushed open the small door in front of him, the empty and cold roof was right in front of him.

"You're finally here." Familiar voices echoed across the silent rooftops.

Van frowned slightly, "Why save me." ”

"Why not? My dear Brahman. "By the faint light of the moon, the faces of the voices are finally beginning to clear, Fagan!

"I don't understand." Van still didn't let his guard down.

"Don't be nervous. You see, I turned off all the cameras on time as promised, as I said in the message I wrote on you during the day, and I even helped you transfer most of the guards and left a key in Raff's pocket to help you escape, all of this still doesn't make you choose to trust me for the time being? Fagan spread his hands, his tone a little helpless.

"I can't." Sanskrit's answer was succinct and decisive.

"Hah!" Fagan shook his head, "But that's okay, you'll choose to trust me." ”

"Do you know why you're where you are? From a hero, turned into a prisoner. Fagan casually lit a cigarette.

Looking at Fan, who chose to be silent, Fagan leaned on the side of the rooftop, gently spit out a smoke ring, and snorted softly, "Because you failed to complete the task I gave you, kill the mandala!" ”

"Mandala?" Van frowned, not understanding how what happened to him was related to the mandala.

"If Mandala is not dead, she will definitely get the blood sample of the prototype under Yang Feng's arrangement. And Yang Feng's ambition will definitely be extremely inflated after bringing back the blood sample of the prototype. He's destined to work on mutant genetic modification programs, and he's already had a lot of key technologies in the Empire, and you're one of the targets he's chosen a long time ago. ”

"Yang Feng is interested in the identity of all powerful and genetically special modified people, because the birth of mutant technology will inevitably be accompanied by the death of a large number of experimental subjects. The more genetically powerful the modified person, the more resistant it is to the blood poison of the prototype, and the more it can survive the painful transformation process. ”

"Actually, I don't want Yang Feng to find out about your existence at all, but paper is destined to not keep the fire, and Mandala will definitely secretly reveal your news to Yang Feng, so I tried to create accidents again and again to make you die early."

"And this is just to prevent Yang Feng from getting me?" Van picked up Fagan's words, "But what's the point! ”

"Meaning? It seems that you don't know the significance of your existence, a transformed person who can have two abilities at the same time, it sounds simple, but this is an anomaly that even the Zerg itself can't appear! What does this mean? It shows that on the road of evolution, we are already ahead of the Zerg! And you are the most precious key to open the door of evolution! Fagan's tone was a little agitated.

"But unfortunately, the timing of your appearance is too inopportune, and this is your greatest sorrow." Fagan took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"In a chaotic situation inside and outside, you can only fall victim to politics and that's it."

"But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with whether I can kill the mandala or not."

"No, you don't understand. If you kill Mandala, with the strict supervision of the Imperial people over him, it is absolutely impossible for Yang Feng to bring out the blood sample of the prototype body by himself, and he will not have the confidence to dare to fight against all the generals by himself! You won't face being studied in vi because of his tight schedule. ”

After Fagan finished speaking, he took out a document from his arms, "Look, this is the execution letter signed by Yang Feng himself, I just mentioned it slightly, and he agreed without even hesitation, isn't it soon?" ”

Fan was silent for a moment, "Then what is Mu's role in this war?" ”

"Mu?" Fagan smiled disdainfully, "He's just a lucky kid, but sometimes small people can make a big difference." Who would have thought that Yang Feng would use a small low-level transformation person to store the blood poison of the prototype? ”

"Draw?" Van lifted his eyelids.

"That's right, it's absorbing." Fagan nodded, "Transformers with the ability to absorb are rare, and this ability is so weak that it is naturally ignored. And Yang Feng used Mu's ability to store blood to deceive the supervision of the imperial people, and successfully brought out a small part of the blood poison of the prototype. ”

"What the hell is a prototype?" Van finally asked his biggest doubt.

Fagan glanced at Fan in some surprise, "I thought you already knew the secret of the prototype. ”

However, he explained it anyway, "The archetype is the name given to a special species of Zerg that first appeared in the Empire, but in fact they are more akin to a completely new life form. They resemble the Zerg, but they are completely different from the Zerg, these differences are not only reflected in their internal structure, but also in their new abilities, the Imperial people are very interested in their appearance, and the mutant technology is successfully studied with the help of the blood sample of the prototype, but even though the Empire has done research for many years, they have never been able to completely crack the secrets of the prototype. ”

"Listen to what you mean, you really don't want Yang Feng to bring back the blood sample of the prototype?"

"Yang Feng is a complete lunatic, if he really masters the mutant technology, he will destroy the Angel of Death sooner or later, and I can't watch him destroy the organization!" Fagan's tone was a little low.

"So you're going to help me leave? But it didn't seem to make sense either, and he would eventually be in control of mutant technology without me. ”

"But this can at least delay his time, and besides, without you, he can only reach the current mutant level of the empire at most, and it is impossible to surpass."

"It sounds like my existence is already vital to the survival of the organization?" Van shook his head and smiled, and there was no shortage of sarcasm in his laughter.

Fagan nodded a little seriously, "You can understand it that way." ”

Van was about to speak, when he noticed a figure running up to the rooftop.

"Let's go! I've got some blood samples from the prototype. The visitor said angrily.

"Whew!" There was a popping sound in the air caused by rapid friction.

Fagan was still standing in place, seemingly unmoved, but he didn't know when he held the blood sample of the prototype in his hand!

Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the speed of Fagan's explosion in a flash made him a little unacceptable, and this is the power that a reformed general has.

The person who hurried to the rooftop was only slightly stunned, but when he saw Fan, he immediately forgot his tiredness and hurriedly ran to him, "I'm relieved to see that you're okay!" It seems that my acting skills are still good, and those stupid guys can't see through it at all! ”

His trademark messy hair looked even more messy in the cold wind on the rooftop.

"Fan, you carry Dr. Raph on your back, and we'll leave now!" With that, Fagan threw a set of padlocks to Van Van's side.

A swarthy rope rope stretched out along the edge of the rooftop, and under the dark moonlit night, I don't know where it would eventually extend.

Van eventually carried Dr. Raff on his back, and he had no other choice, or rather, no other qualifications.