At 7:30 pm, a luxuriously decorated conference room.
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling" "ding-a-ling-a-ling"...the phone rang.
There were many people sitting in this unlit conference room, like sculptures, silent and silent.
After the phone rang three times, someone accurately raised his hand and pressed the speaker button, and a male voice sounded in the conference room.
"It is confirmed that Experimental Subject No. 1 is dead."
In the conference room, sitting in the darkness, the statue-like crowd listened in silence, no one spoke. After listening to the report, one of them reached out, hung up the phone, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Is this the end of the matter? "
A simple sentence made some people's bodies in the conference room move unnaturally.
After a while, in the darkness, a calm voice said: "Yes, it's over. Let's continue with other plans."
The opinions seemed to be unified, and soon, everyone stood up silently, passed through different doors, and left quietly.
There were four people in front and behind, and everyone protected themselves very well. Everyone wore masks and loose clothes. Some even had the soles of their shoes deliberately thickened to prevent others from remembering their height and body shape.
After they all left, only one person was left in the dark conference room.
He sat in silence for a long time, then slowly took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it with a "bang" sound.
When the fire light came on, it illuminated his old face, slightly frowning brows, and a slight scar on his right forehead.
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7:50 pm, Shancheng Hospital.
"Squeak", "squeak", "squeak"...
Three military jeeps broke into the parking lot one after another and rushed towards them. Rainwater splashed all around, and the sound of emergency braking caused the surrounding cars and people to dodge.
Before the car stopped, five people jumped out of the car one after another. These people were all wearing federal military uniforms. The leader was a stout man with a ferocious face and frowning brows. Several people rushed to the outpatient building in the rain, menacingly.
Outside the building, several security guards stepped forward to stop him. The leading soldier stopped and said in a deep voice, "What? Are you not allowed to see a doctor?"
A security guard said: "The eldest son of the Wang family said that he is working on something tonight and no one can disturb him. Please go back."
"Wang family? Can the Wang family cover the sky in the mountain city with one hand? I have to go in." After saying that, the leading soldier stepped forward.
A security guard stepped forward to stop him. Before his hand could touch the soldier's arm, the soldier raised his foot. It was strong, heavy, and as fast as lightning, and he kicked the security guard in the stomach.
The security guard's hand was still stretched forward, but it was kicked out like a prawn. With a "boom", his back hit the pillar on one side, and then slid down the pillar, bending his body and kneeling on the ground. He kept retching.
Seeing this, the other security guards were frightened and backed away, not daring to step forward at all. The stocky soldier in military uniform took the lead and rushed into the hall with a "hum", followed closely by the others.
After entering the hall, after looking around for a moment, the leading soldier came to the duty desk in a few steps, grabbed the nurse on duty, and asked: "There is a corpse sent tonight, where is it?"
When the little nurse witnessed what just happened outside, her legs and feet became weak with fear, and she quickly said: "The bodies are all in the morgue."
"Morgue? Where is it?" Upon hearing this, the leading soldier frowned and then asked.
The little nurse pointed to the back of the building and said shakily: "There is a row of bungalows behind the building, and the morgue is there."
Hearing this, the leading soldier gently helped the little nurse straighten his collar with his hands and said, "Thank you, let's go!" After saying that, the leader walked in the direction the little nurse said, followed by the others.
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7:50 pm, Shancheng Hospital morgue.
The door to the morgue of Shancheng Hospital was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses walked in, followed closely by three men with tattoos and yellow hair, each of whom was holding a machete. .
As soon as he entered the room, the middle-aged man said to an old man sitting in the room: "You, old man, where is Zhan Jingyi's body?"
"I don't know." The old man said without raising his head.
Hearing his words, a man with dyed yellow hair stepped forward suddenly, reached out and grabbed the old man's clothes, and said with a fierce look on his face: "Where is Zhan Jingyi's body! I won't beat you to death."
The old man looked shocked and said quickly: "Who is Zhan Jingyi? I don't know him."
"Where is the body that was delivered tonight and was shot to death?" the middle-aged man said with a frown.
"Here, in the morgue, that's the one in the middle." The old man said quickly, pointing to the room behind the duty room.
After hearing what the old man said, the middle-aged man waved his hand and walked towards the morgue. The yellow-haired man pushed the old man hard and said, "Be honest."
Entering the morgue behind the duty room, it was a small room with a row of freezers against the wall. There were three stretcher trucks in the middle of the room, and three body bags were displayed on them.
The room was very dark and cold, and there was a faint smell of preservatives.
After the middle-aged man came in, he frowned, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, covered his mouth and nose, pointed at the three stretcher carts with his fingers, and motioned to the three young people who came in to come forward.
A man with yellow hair carelessly stepped forward and opened a body bag in the middle. It was a woman who died in a car accident. Half of her face was sunken and her face was covered in blood, which was horrifying.
The yellow-haired man cursed and zipped up, then turned around and opened the body bag on the right side. Inside was the body of an old man, with a pale face, wide-eyed eyes, and a slightly open mouth. His eyes were facing the yellow-haired man.
The frightened Huang Mao stepped back a few steps and almost sat down on the ground. The middle-aged man who was almost hit by Huang Mao cursed: "It's just a few dead people, what's so scary."
Step forward and brush aside the yellow hair, walk to the stretcher truck on the left, reach out and unzip the body bag, and a young man reveals his face, his eyes slightly closed, a smile at the corner of his mouth, a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and a knife mark at the corner of his left eye, looking very serious. It's the dead Zhan Jingyi.
Seeing his body, the middle-aged man's face darkened. Looking at Zhan Jingyi lying there, the corners of his mouth twitched and said, "That's him. Cut off his head. I want to use it to commemorate my father."
The man with the yellow hair just now agreed and moved forward with the machete in his hand. The old man on duty was about to step forward to stop him when he was slapped in the face by another man with the yellow hair. He kept backing away and did not dare to stop him.
At this moment, the door was pushed open.
A stout soldier wearing a federal military uniform walked in, followed by four soldiers. He took a look at the scene in front of him and the stretcher truck. The zipper of the body bag was not closed, and he saw the pale white face of the battle scene. His face and eyeballs suddenly shrank.
The middle-aged man saw the federal military uniform on the leading soldier and said: "The Wang family in the mountain city is working on something, please give way."
The leading soldier snorted, stretched out his hand, pointed at Zhan Jingyi's body on the stretcher, and said, "What's going on?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, then relaxed, and said with a smile: "Captain, this trivial matter is not under the military's control. The captain of the Shancheng City Defense Army and I are good friends, and we are all our own people."
"I don't care who you know, leave the body, you, get out!" The leading soldier took a step forward and came face to face with the middle-aged man. The frightened middle-aged man quickly took a step back.
"Why! Don't think that I don't know. You must be from Tianhu, and live in the same place as this dead ghost. I will cut off his head today and take it to my father's funeral to pay tribute. You want to stop me too?" The Wang family?" The middle-aged man said with a ruthless look on his face.
"Yes, I am a member of the Tianhu Special Forces. Jing Yi was once a soldier of Tianhu. No matter how big a thing he commits, Tianhu will take responsibility for it. Get out of here, otherwise, I will let you know why Hua'er is like this." red."
The leading soldier crossed his hands together, and when he clenched them, his fingers clicked.
As he roared angrily, the four soldiers behind him moved forward one after another. These soldiers were covered with thick blood, indicating that they were not ordinary soldiers, but highly refined men who often carried out life-and-death battles.
Seeing this scene, a trace of panic showed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and then a hint of cunning emerged.
The middle-aged man winked at Huang Mao on the side. The fierce look in Huang Mao's eyes gathered, and a cold light flashed from the machete in his hand, and he slashed towards Zhan Jingyi's neck on the stretcher.
The next moment, Huang Mao said "Ouch", the machete drew a knife shadow in the air, and then fell to the ground with a "bang". A soldier appeared next to him, staring at Huang Mao with bright eyes.
It was this soldier who took action decisively just now, kicking Huang Mao on the wrist and kicking the machete away.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the middle-aged man quickly took Huang Mao and others, said a few harsh words, and left in a hurry. The leading soldier sneered and stared at the middle-aged man and his group as they walked away without stopping them.
Seeing the middle-aged man and his group leaving, the leading soldier slowly loosened his fists, turned to look at Zhan Jingyi's body, and stood blankly, tears falling from his eyes.
The leading soldier said in a trembling voice: "Zhan Jingyi, you bastard, don't you call your brothers for revenge? You are a king of soldiers, and you died like this? Back then, the brothers faced hundreds of rebels in country A. I’ve never seen you cower, do you really want to die?”
Having said this, the leading soldier stretched out his hand as if he wanted to slap Zhan Jingyi, but seeing his pale face and smile, the outstretched hand slowly fell down.
Gently touching the bullet hole between his eyebrows and the knife mark at the corner of his left eye, he said: "It wasn't you at the time. I would have died a long time ago. This scar was left at that time. It's a pleasure to avenge your death. What can I do to the brothers?" Face her."
The leading soldier cried and said. It was not until ten minutes later that he calmed down a little. He stood and looked at Zhan Jingyi, who was smiling, adjusted his clothes and hats, stood at attention, and saluted. The other four soldiers stood at attention and saluted together.
"Da Liu, please stay. When the mission is over tomorrow, I will take you and Jing Yi home." The leading soldier looked at Zhan Jingyi and said.
"Yes." A tall and thin soldier replied. The leading soldier turned around and led several others out of the morgue.
Soon, the rapid sound of a car starting up was heard in the distance, gradually going away and disappearing.
