Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

On the black leather chair, Jiang Gu Ling sat upright with his eyebrows lowered, looking gentle and harmless.

A gleam of smile shone in his eyes, and he spoke in a contemptuous voice, "As expected, a scientist at the forefront of the world would be the least likely and the most unlikely to accept such an outrageous lie."

The two bullets he left in the gun were exactly one for each of the two researchers, so there was no waste at all.

Of course, he knew very well that Miss Huizi was shocked and confused by the secret he had revealed first, and that was why she fell into the trap step by step.

He casually put down his coffee cup and concluded with pride and arrogance, "You're just being clever."

He stood up and walked slowly to Huizi's body, looking down at her condescendingly. The light above his head cast a shadow on half of his face, and there was a hint of gloom in the darkness.

There was no emotion in his eyes, which showed that the person who had caused him so much pain was not worth mentioning.

That look was like a human looking at an ant, a casual glance from a higher being, boring and indifferent.

As the laboratory door opened, he said to the corpse on the ground with a sincere look: "May God forgive you and may you be saved."

May you fall into the abyss forever.

"gentlemen."

Gibson's voice came.

Within the agreed time, he cut off the laboratory's network, rushed in with his subordinates, and invaded the laboratory.

Fūya Rei gently turned his head to look, his eyes curved like the waning moon hanging in the sky at dawn.

He smiled and said with an upturned tone, "You've arrived just in time, Mr. Gibson."

Gibson felt as if he was in a trance and bumped into that smoky purple.

In that brilliant color, he saw God.

The gods glance casually, not caring about good or evil, life or death.

It's as if the higher-dimensional world is looking at the lower-dimensional world, careless and bored.

So, will the gods favor him?

Gibson suppressed his trembling body and said passionately, "Please give your orders."

Oh my god, it's a new personality.

Unlocking the other side of adults every day is as joyful as opening a blind box.

Fūya Ling lowered his eyes to hide the dark luster in his eyes, picked up Keiko's mobile phone, and looked at Gibson with an inquiring look.

Gibson understood and immediately took out his phone, pressed a few buttons, and said respectfully, "The network is back online."

The corner of Fūya Rei's mouth curled up slightly, and he calmly abandoned his backup plan.

That book was designed to prevent Gibson from disobeying orders, betraying and leaking secrets.

Now it seems that Gibson does seem to be loyal to him to some extent.

Fūya Rei was sitting at the computer, operating it. Less than five minutes later, a woman's panicked voice came from the speakers.

At the same time, Huizi's phone showed that it was on a call, and the number made Gibson's heart skip a beat.

It turned out to be a call from the FBI headquarters.

"Help! The lab exploded! Help us! We're dying! We're dying!"

The person on the other side quickly comforted her: "Ma'am, calm down. Please tell us your address and we will contact the fire department to come to rescue as soon as possible."

There were dense gunshots and wailing sounds.

Someone shouted loudly: "Hurry up and kill those experimental subjects who took the opportunity to cause trouble, and quickly rescue the data."

The FBI operator fell silent instantly, realizing the seriousness of the matter.

After a moment, Fūya Rei tapped on the keyboard and clearly saw someone tracking Keiko's cell phone LOC.

As soon as they caught up with him, he decisively cut off the call, turned off his phone, wiped off the fingerprints on it, and threw it aside.

Seeing that he had finished his work, Gibson asked blankly, "Sir, did you call the police?"

A faint smile played across the corners of Fūya Rei's mouth, his eyes quirked slightly, and his voice, laced with soft mockery, gently instructed, "Gipson, you must learn to utilize everything available to achieve your goals."

He unplugged the USB flash drive that had been plugged in at some point, and the moment he turned off the computer, the screens of all the computers in the base that were forcibly transferring data to this computer flickered, and the host computer was completely scrapped.

Fūya Rei walked out, and Gibson and his subordinates led the way in front of him, allowing him to go wherever he wanted without any hindrance.

Soon, Rei Furuya came to the data room. He took the plastic gloves handed to him by Gibson and got the experimental data that belonged to him.

He looked through it, added some things in it and took some things out, then looked around the data room, picked up a stack of experimental subject information, mixed his information in, and then picked out some experimental data and research projects and other information, stuffed them into the safe, locked it, and placed it in a corner of the room.

This is his gift to the FBI.

He is a generous and enthusiastic person. Since he has asked the FBI to come and clean up the matter, he will naturally give them benefits.

Freeloading is not a good civilization.

After doing this, the heart master turned around and left, walking out of the laboratory.

Suddenly, he stopped outside a laboratory.

A faint groan of pain was heard from inside, and Gibson immediately knocked out the researcher and assistant so that the adults could pass safely.

Fūya Rei came to the operating table with a clear goal. On the operating table was a young girl tightly tied with restraints.

She looked emaciated, and her hands and feet were deformed and necrotic from being squeezed, which showed that she had been on the operating table for quite some time.

Densely packed tubes were inserted into various parts of her body, and the unknown scales growing under her skin were violently torn apart.

When Fūya Rei saw this tragic scene, his eyes became even colder.

He sighed, a hint of sadness in his eyes, and leaned over to ask the girl gently, "What can I do for you?"

The confused girl suddenly woke up, as if she had a last burst of light.

The corners of her mouth moved, but no sound came out.

"Please, kill me."

Fūya Rei coughed twice in a low voice, and something seemed to begin to ferment in his mysterious purple-gray eyes, gradually evolving into a raging flood, submerging the entire land and cleansing the filth of the world.

“Whoever is condemned to destruction from among his people cannot be redeemed; he must surely be put to death.”

He nodded. "Everything will be as you wish, ma'am."

He reached out and snapped the neck of the struggling man cleanly and efficiently.

His eyes fell on the relieved look on the girl's brow, and a feeling of compassion arose spontaneously.

He closed his eyes, his tone was extremely tender and gentle:

"May God forgive you and me."

"May you be saved."

May you rest in peace.

His attitude was so pious that it moved people to tears, and his figure was filled with an incongruous loneliness and sadness.

After a moment's silence, he turned and left, his white suit still spotless and flawless.

He tilted his head and coughed weakly a few times, stopped Gibson's support, and stopped outside a laboratory again.

In this laboratory, there was also a person tied to the operating table. It was an adult male.

There was not a single piece of healthy flesh on the man's body. It was visible to the naked eye that all his bones were broken, and bone spurs had pierced his skin.

He had scars not only from torture but also from brainwashing.