Sometimes, the more easy-going a person is, the more disadvantages he suffers.
As soon as Luke expressed his dissatisfaction, the other party immediately changed their attitude and no longer dared to put on the face of the Japanese family.
In fact, the Ishichida family is just a nobody in front of Krich, the head of the Hydra branch.
Calling it a fart is a bit derogatory, but if you really don't want to give it face, then don't give it.
No matter what, Krich is still a "regional governor" of Hydra.
With the official power he controls in Japan, it is not easy to bring down the Ishichida family, but it is not difficult to cause trouble for them either.
The reason why the institute wanted to find Krich to be the intermediary was because he had official channels in Neon and could gain the trust of the Ishichida family.
Otherwise, the other party would have abandoned Krich and played with him long ago.
What Crich cares about is the results of the institute.
Unless he wants to get one or two billion US dollars from the Ishichida family one day, this family is of no use to him.
In short, it was just a potential prey for Krich, not even an opponent.
Crossing his legs, picking up the teacup, Luke took a sip of black tea.
The neon classical courtyard in summer is still quite artistic.
On the other side, two people with ulterior motives got together and were scheming against each other.
One of them was Shiro Ishichida, whose face was covered with age spots and whose figure was emaciated.
The other is a middle-aged bald man with several diagonal scars on his face. He is the head of the secret research institute.
The two did not try too much.
The last meeting was just a test, and both sides knew that Ishichida Shiro could not hold out for much longer.
Aging is sometimes more terrifying than cancer because it is irreversible.
Once a certain point comes, the elderly will feel the countdown of their lives.
The feeling of despair that life is slipping away from the body at every moment is difficult for young people to understand.
Most people don't realize the ruthlessness of time until they are at least in their thirties or forties, watching their young parents grow old and possibly pass away at any time.
After getting straight to the point, the two men once again had a final negotiation to resolve their previous differences.
Shiro Ishichida requested detailed data on the treatment and wanted his people to observe the treatment process of the experimental subjects in person.
Of course, Shi Zhitian’s people did not make any requests for core data and experiments.
After all, the bald scarred man does not seem like a brain-disabled person, so it is impossible for him to agree to such an outrageous request.
But even if it is just the main data and experiments, it has deeply involved the bald man's secrets and cannot be agreed to.
After talking for less than ten minutes, the bald man suddenly shut up and tilted his head as if listening to something.
Shiro Ishichida was puzzled: "Mr. Schrader?"
The bald man Shredder came back to his senses and laughed: "Oh, what's the matter?"
Shiro Ishichida was suspicious: "I hope you can understand that confirming safety is the prerequisite for any treatment. If you don't let my medical staff know about it at all, I will not accept this treatment because it may kill me immediately."
Schreid turned his head and saw that there was only a young blonde white woman in the room. She was wearing a white coat and was checking Shi Zhitian's physical condition in front of the monitoring equipment.
He nodded: "Yes, I agree with you."
Shi Zhitian was stunned again: Are you going to let go
But Shredder continued: "So, you don't have to make a choice, just accept it."
At the same time, several screams were heard outside the yard. They were the voices of the guards.
Shichida Shiro's heart skipped a beat, and he moved his hand slightly on the bed: "Mr. Schrader, what do you mean by this?"
Shredder said calmly, "I will make you immortal, but loyalty is the price you must pay."
As he spoke, four skinny and naked "people" opened the door and walked in.
In their hands, they were dragging the bodies of eight security guards outside, leaving heavy bloodstains along the way.
Shichida Shiro narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
Shredder laughed and opened the small box beside him.
Inside the box was a tiny syringe with dark red liquid in the tube: "After using my 'real blood', you will thank me, like the most loyal servant."
Shi Zhitian said coldly: "Are you talking about slaves?"
Shredder didn't care, picked up the syringe, stood up and walked over: "If you think so, you are right."
Looking at the old man's expression, he inexplicably felt a sense of control in his heart, and explained casually: "Do you know vampires? This is how they create followers. A drop of their own true blood is enough to make an ordinary person become immortal."
Shi Zhitian's eyes flickered, but a sneer appeared on his face: "So, you are just another vampire's subordinate?"
Shredder chuckled, "Of course not. I drained the vampire who gave me my true blood, so when he died, I was free."
As he spoke, he had already stood next to Shi Zhitian and inserted the syringe needle into the indwelling needle in his hand. A stream of dark red blood flowed into the old man's skinny arm.
Ishichida Shiro did not resist.
Shredder was no surprise.
The old man is so old that he can hardly move his hands, which is only slightly better than being completely paralyzed.
Besides, if you want to survive, it is not unacceptable to be a dog for others - at least many Japanese people have this awareness, so they have been accepting the loving education from American fathers.
As a half-American-Nepalese who grew up in Neon, Shredder knows this all too well.
This is a contradictory nation that is arrogant yet inferior, submissive yet crazy.
Arrogance and submissiveness are just acquired appearances; inferiority and madness are their indelible natures.
Looking at Shi Zhitian staring at him with that inexplicable look in his eyes, Schreid frowned and suddenly felt a little strange.
However, he didn't think much about it.
Shi Zhitian's old and shriveled face was like a movie special, filling up rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He closed his eyes, his whole body trembled, and intermittent and strange moans came out of his mouth.
Within a few tens of seconds, the face changed from old to middle-aged, and finally to someone in his early twenties.
Finally he opened his eyes, and the whites and pupils of his eyes were now faintly dark red.
Shredder: "You can get up now."
Shi Zhitian, however, felt the vitality in his body with intoxication: "It's really amazing. Thank you, Mr. Schrader."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bed under him suddenly wrapped him up and disappeared in the room.
Shredder was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "I order you to come out immediately and kneel in front of me."
The result... nothing happened.
Shredder frowned, feeling that there was nothing unusual about the power controlling his followers.
But the biggest anomaly is that Shi Zhitian did not appear.
His face darkened: "Tear down this bed."
The bed that Shi Zhitian slept on was something like a platform, and Schreider suspected that it was a secret passage.
The vampire's control over his followers is still affected by distance, and it will basically become ineffective if the distance exceeds fifty meters.
If he quickly gets away from Shredder, Shi Zhitian will indeed be free from Shredder's control.
As long as he hides safely in the future, this old guy may really be able to live freely.