After a while, Mo Ming said: "No."
What a pity, but the guy in front of me still needs to be killed, otherwise it will be too dangerous to keep him. Who knows that one day he will have another whim and come over to give the body owner a little scent.
Thinking of this, she tightened her grip on the pistol, intending to hit the opponent with the butt of the gun if she failed to shoot. She would first hit the opponent until he was paralyzed.
The dog ran over, wagging his tail at her, and put his head next to Dr. Laixi. He was so happy.
The troublesome dog, does it know that its two owners are going to fight to the death? If it really doesn't work, we can only take action in front of it. Then we will have to leave to fate who it will help.
Just as he was thinking about it, Dr. Laixi raised his hand and held a small test tube in his fingers, which was filled with green gas.
Xi Ning didn't dare to move now, secretly cursing the damn aesthetics, because all the poisonous hair was turned green.
Mo Ming: "The same goes for making it black or red."
It seems that this principle, even if it is transparent, is definitely not a good thing in the hands of this guy.
It's too late to try shooting. If the gun runs out of bullets, it's too late to do the second step. Now the only thing to do is to fight to see whether she can smash it faster or the other party can crush the test tube faster.
Dr. Laixi seemed to have read through her mind: "You are not as fast as me. This is specially made. It will break with a gentle squeeze. As long as the temperature is lower than 25 degrees, it will automatically burst within five seconds."
This means that not only must they be knocked unconscious, but they must also grab the test tube within five seconds, otherwise the test tube will crack as soon as it leaves the human body and the gas inside will escape.
She laughed, showing her eight teeth: "Doctor, are you tired from squatting like this? How about we sit down and chat, maybe we can get the best of both worlds."
Dr. Laixi didn't seem to hear it and asked himself: "Do you know that I always let people call me doctor instead of professor?"
A lifelong emeritus professor at Manhattan College, enough for people to call him a professor instead of a doctor.
Only the devil knows why, but at this time, she can only play along, otherwise she may not be able to kill the highly intelligent two-legged beast in front of her even if she puts her own life on the line. I know this kind of guy is the most difficult to deal with, it gives me a headache!
After thinking about it, she asked tentatively: "Because he is a professor and you are a doctor?"
Seeing Dr. Laixi smiling and keeping silent, there was approval in his eyes as he stared at her. It seems that I was deceived. Even if you have a high IQ, you really have a dual personality, which will make it impossible for humans on earth to survive. Being a professor in a university is a waste of talent. It will either benefit mankind or destroy it.
Okay, take it seriously, at least the professor is good, try to elicit: "Then can I meet the professor?" Let's talk about how to save the life of the owner.
Dr. Laixi shook his head with a smile: "I don't need him, I have already decided."
My heart sank, and my eyes involuntarily turned to the test tube containing the green gas. Is it going to be over?
Then I heard a voice: "He and I have reached a consensus for the first time."
What's the meaning?
Dr. Laixi looked at her astonished expression with a gentle smile, and her face was reflected in his eyes: "Thank you!"
After finishing speaking, he stood up, holding the test tube and slowly backed away, leaving the dog squatting on the spot, turning his neck to look left and right.
When the dog stood up, probably intending to follow, Dr. Lacey said in a commanding tone: "York, stay, don't move."
York sat down again like a reflex, and watched with her as Dr. Laixi slowly retreated to the bathroom door.
Dr. Laixi then crushed the test tube, threw it in, and left quickly.
Green gas was released immediately and quickly spread throughout the bathroom.
Damn it! She immediately held her breath and chased outside, partly to catch up and partly to avoid the poisonous gas.
But after running no more than two steps, I felt dizzy and fell to the ground limply. Before she fainted, she vaguely saw the dog running over, licking her hand, and howling in excitement...
Mo Ming's voice: "Mission accomplished!"
Uh...is this mission completed?
When Xining opened his eyes, he had returned to the green planet, and in front of him was Mo Ming, who never looked good and had a cold face.
No matter how beautiful the system is, it cannot always face such a bad face.
Is the mission accomplished? After thinking about it, the green gas should only be aimed at her, or only at humans. I thought Karak was still unconscious and didn't know what to do.
Mo Ming: "Look!"
What happened after the mission appeared in front of me.
The phone rang, and Carol Jones slowly woke up and found himself in the hospital bed, with Karak dozing next to him.
I found my phone on the bedside table and picked it up. This isn't a phone call, it's an alarm clock. She remembered that the alarm clock had never been set for this time, it should be...
She turned off the alarm clock, and the picture on the screen saver made her heart tremble. It was black and white, with the word "Thank you" written in white on the black screen.
Thank her for what? She didn't know clearly. She only remembered that she died in prison. Her resignation and humiliation made her die without a sigh of relief. Later, she returned to before the incident happened, or her body returned to before the incident happened, but her soul was not hers.
There was "someone" who helped her find out the truth of the matter and helped her save her reputation and life, as well as Karak's life.
"Who's calling?" The ringing of the alarm clock woke up more than just her. Karak looked at her.
Carol showed the phone and shook it in his hand: "It's an alarm clock."
Karak frowned slightly: "Is it him?"
Carol asked, "Who is it?"
Of course it was Dr. Raisi, but Karak swallowed the name. Until now, he didn't know what happened.
Carol asked, "What happened?"
Karak told what happened. He was in the room, and then he lost consciousness for some reason. When he woke up, he found himself lying in the bathtub, his whole body wet, and his body was still wrapped with untied ropes.
Carol was lying at the door of the bathroom, and the dog was licking her hand anxiously, trying to wake her up.
He quickly got up and found that he was a little weak. He struggled to the room, picked up his mobile phone and called the police, who sent the two to the hospital.
If someone attacked them at that time, neither of them would have any ability to resist, and there would be only death.
Karak asked thoughtfully: "Is it him?"
When Carol was about to answer, her cell phone rang. She saw it was a number she had never seen before, and judging from the length of the number, it was coming from a landline.
After answering the phone, a familiar voice came from the other side. Anyone who has experienced a life-and-death confrontation will never forget the other person's voice... "Ms. Jones, I have to leave."
Carol subconsciously wanted someone to monitor her, but this was a hospital, and even if she did, it would be too late. This number may refer to which public phone booth it belongs to. It is locked for three minutes and takes at least ten minutes to get there. By then the person must have left.
Carol suppressed the fear and panic in her heart and tried to ask calmly: "Oh, where are you going?"
