Gin walked through the silvery, empty corridor to an electronic door.

"Iris confirmed successfully, gin, welcome in."

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a woman with iron chains around her limbs and neck, her white lab robe hanging loosely on him, and the skin that leaked out was densely covered with scars from the experiment, the only thing that was intact was her delicate face, scattered long black hair casually fell on her thin shoulders, and the electrodes at her temples were faintly visible.

Seeing someone come in, her godless black eyes focused slightly, and landed on Gin, but without a trace of surprise, calmly like a pool of stagnant water.

And the two didn't have the slightest intention of communicating. Gin stepped forward to untie the chains that bound her, but he didn't open the hoops around her limbs and neck.

Gin remembered what the group in the lab had said to him. This test subject is extremely dangerous, 5 members of the organization have died at her hands, and 2 are undercover agents who want to take her away, and you are the 8th.

But this test subject is also extremely precious, a rare biological factor in her blood, which can greatly extend the life of a person, and can make the wound heal quickly, and at the moment we cannot decipher and replicate it, we can only collect it from the original body. Therefore, she must not be allowed to die under any circumstances.

Then, the researcher also said with great regret that although the factors in her body were scarce at the beginning, they could still be extracted. But not long after, it may have been a side effect of a study that caused the factor to become less and less. After many experiments, it has been proved that this factor can only be produced when she is feeling happy or joyful.

In the lab, her mood swings are getting less and less, so we need someone to take her out and watch over her. While preventing her from escaping, try to make her happy and extract her blood in time.

Gin had a headache when he first heard this request, he wasn't the kind of person who would make people happy. But it was a direct order from the Lord, and he couldn't refuse.

Put her in a safe house somewhere, whatever her mood is. Anyway, the fact that there are so many dead people proves that this test subject is not easy to mess with and not easy to coax.

Gin approached her carefully to avoid her surprise attack, holding in his hand a remote control that could directly control the electrical current emitted by the electrodes at her temples. Although the people in the lab also said that she was gradually immune to electrical stimulation at present, and this voltage was already the limit of what could be increased, but it would only make her dizzy for a moment now, but for Gin, this was enough time to subdue her, which was probably the reason the organization sent him.

She's a monster. That's what everyone in the lab says.

"Let's go, Number One." Gin calls her number the same as the people in the lab.

But after a while, she still didn't move, as if she hadn't heard. Gin couldn't help frowning.

He walked over and reached out to pick her up. But she reacted very quickly and grabbed her wrist. Gin's vigilance rose to the highest level, and he couldn't break free at all.

As Gin struggled to resist the urge to kill, the subject looked up at him and said in a hoarse and weak tone, "Hold me." ”

Gin said coldly: "Go by yourself." ”

"I just had blood drawn, and I can't walk." She retorted to him.

Hmph, if you ignore the strength with which she grabbed his wrist just now, there is still some credibility in this statement.

The atmosphere was so deadlocked.

In the end, Gin compromised, and he didn't want to spend it here anymore. But he wouldn't let her approach him unsuspectingly. He pressed another switch from his coat pocket, and in an instant the woman's hands and the iron rings on her feet were close together, unable to break free.

The woman didn't resist anything, just quietly waited for his next move.

Gin walked over step by step and picked her up carefully.

It's so light, like a feather. This is the inner feeling of gin.

However, the fatal part of his chest was approached by an unfamiliar aura, which forced him to restrain his subconscious killing intent.