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In a trance, Rhine seemed to hear screams and panic, and then she felt her whole body being lifted aside.

At this time, Schmidt looked at the girl lying on her side by the wall surrounded by emergency doctors with an ugly expression. He never expected that someone would dare to attack Rhine. If something happened to this girl, his great career would be ruined.

"Sir, the lack of oxygen has made Miss Rhine's consciousness a little fuzzy, and she will be able to move after a while. In addition, the scar on her neck will also take a few days to recover."

"Take care of her."

Schmidt nodded and ordered the good doctor to walk towards the man kicked away by him.

"Idiot, do you know what you did just now?"

After all, without giving the man a chance to speak, Schmidt kicked him over and gave him two feet, and then cursed, "Listen up, idiot, even if she asks you to kneel and kowtow, you have to do it for me, but you Probably no chance."

Pulling out his pistol neatly, Schmidt flipped his thumb to open the safety and aimed it at the man's head not to give him a chance to live.

"Cough cough, wait, cough cough cough."

Rhine, who was lying by the wall, coughed and said to Schmidt, "Farewell, he's still useful."

She didn't let Schmidt kill this man, of course it wasn't the Madonna's heart. As the saying goes, how can you repay kindness with kindness? Although the death of his wife and son is sympathetic, but she didn't kill him, so why should he do it himself? She paid for it.

In this case, there is no need for Rhine to be merciful.

After a while, Rhine felt that she was not so uncomfortable. With the help of others, she stood up and walked to Schmidt's side to look at the man. At this time, there was no guilt in her eyes.

"I wanted you to leave here safely, but since you have made a different choice, don't blame me."

"Bah, hypocritical guy, you're just using your lips to make excuses for your evil deeds... Aww!"

Halfway through the conversation, he was hit hard by the butt of the rifle Schmidt took from the soldier next to him. It seemed that Schmidt was really angry now.

However, Rhine, who was so refuted, was a little anxious. She pointed at the man excitedly and said loudly, "I told you that the damage is controllable, and there is a very generous compensation, so why do you still want to kill me?" , It’s not that I killed your wife, what’s the use of you taking revenge on me.”

The more Rhine thought about it, the more angry he became, and he stopped arguing in the end. After saying something to knock the guy out, he was helped away.

And when the man woke up again, everyone around him disappeared, leaving him alone in this white room with a bracelet on his wrist.

"John Blazer, wait for the doctor to inject you."

In order to prevent sleep from affecting the complete observation of the reagent, Rhine waited for him to wake up before asking someone to inject him with the drug.

Soon, three men in gray hazmat suits walked in, two of them armed with rifles, and the one in the middle opened the case to administer an IV to Blazer.

Blaze watched them leave coldly, took a deep breath and prepared to face the severe pain that was about to be encountered, but instead of the pain, what came was a wonderful feeling.

From that moment on, Blazer felt that everything in front of his eyes had changed, ranging from the details of the texture on his clothes to the small dust floating in the air, all of which were very special in his eyes.. ....reality.

Yes, true.

He used to see the world as if he was highly myopic, but now he sees the sight of a pilot. Blazer can even feel the blood flow of his heart.

Not only that, but he also felt that his thinking became much clearer, as if he had suddenly become enlightened.

This is not a state that drugs can achieve, because the former only obtains a false illusion by forcibly stimulating your senses, and it will also cause irreversible damage to the human body.

Not to mention whether the current injection of drugs will cause damage to him, but in terms of active thinking, this is not what that kind of thing can do.

An active brain can make him think more, Blazer quickly analyzes the things he has encountered in the past few days and combines them together for analysis.

Some passers-by and soldiers can be ignored. The important thing is the man who almost killed him. Judging from the position and attitude of other people, he should be the person with the highest status. He may be no different from ordinary people at ordinary times, but when it comes to serious The influence becomes insane.

Thinking of this, Blazer touched the bruise on his face, which was also one of the proofs.

And the girl who came here first and was almost strangled to death by him was not an assistant, but most likely the person in charge of this project, maybe even higher status.

Blazer stood still and thought, while the people outside the laboratory looked at him standing still and were a little puzzled.

The wristband transmitted his physical state to the computer, but there seemed to be no other changes other than the faster heartbeat and blood flow. It may be that this person's temperament has become a little different.

"The strengthening of the reagent is not external but internal. His current nervous activity should be very high. In other words, he has become smarter. Send a psychiatrist to talk to him."

Rhine was silent for a moment and asked a psychiatrist to chat with him to collect information. A psychiatrist has a very fine grasp of the state of others, and at the same time can analyze Blazer's mental state in a scientific way, so it is a suitable choice.

It's just that Blazer, who has received reagent injections, performed very unexpectedly. No matter what kind of problems the psychiatrist faces, he can respond to them without leaking.

And the psychiatrist couldn't read any useful information from that smiling face and the hand standing by his side, which was completely different from Blazer's crazy look before.

Holding a notebook to memorize things, Rhine pointed to a soldier after listening to the psychiatrist's report and said, "Go in and beat him up and see his reaction."

The soldier who was targeted was stunned and then looked at Schmidt. After getting the latter's confirmation, he handed over the gun and dagger on his body to the brother next to him, and then walked into the laboratory room.

And Blazer in the room sank when he saw that it was a soldier who came in, but he was temporarily relieved when he saw that the soldier didn't have any weapons on him.

He asked cautiously with his feet slightly staggered but with a friendly expression on his face.

"Hello, what do you want to talk about?"

"I got an order to beat you up."

There was a hint of ferocity on the soldier's expressionless face.

"I just happen to be in a bad mood recently, so you have to take it easy."

Facing the tall soldier, Blazer, he felt heavy and felt a lot of pressure for a while. It seems that today's beating is inevitable.