Click.
Click.
Blood dripped from the tip of the knife onto the ground, quickly forming a small pool that was clearly reflected in Shen Zhuo's pupils.
"Give... give it to me..."
The Burmese man stared at Shen Zhuo, the veins on his knife-holding hand were exposed, and his sharp and rough breathing like a leaky wind could be heard in the air above the passage.
A few seconds seemed as long as centuries. Shen Zhuo finally made a gesture of compromise. At the Burmese man's signal, he leaned over and slowly placed the gun on the ground.
"Don't--" Cameron gritted his teeth and just uttered two words, but was forced back by the severe pain of the blade suddenly cutting into his skin.
Shen Zhuo ignored his brother and pulled out two metal injections from his suit pocket. One of them was branded with S and the other with A. He showed them to the Burmese man to prove that these were the only two he had with him, and then pretended to throw the injections on the ground.
"￥%&!"
Sure enough, the Burmese man immediately roared to stop him, glared at him fiercely, and motioned him to come over and give him the injection.
HRG injections are stored in a special metal tube. When the cap is opened, the injection needle will pop out automatically. The transparent tube wall allows you to see the drug solution inside. The Burmese people were afraid that Shen Zhuo would break the tube if he threw it away, but what he didn't know was that the tube itself was made of a special material that was heat-insulating and shock-resistant, so throwing it away was not a problem at all.
Shen Zhuo kept an expressionless face. He spread his hands to indicate that he was unarmed. Then he slowly stepped forward, holding the potion in his hand, approaching step by step under the vigilant stare of the Burmese.
"... No, Shen Zhuo." Cameron spoke through his teeth, his chest rising and falling rapidly: "If he evolves, we will all die. You can't-"
As Shen Zhuo stepped onto the ground, the Burmese man reached out to grab it, with greed gleaming in his cloudy eyes.
Just at this moment.
Shen Zhuo suddenly flicked open the test tube, thrust the Class A interferon into the palm of the Burmese man, and pushed it all the way in!
This action was more sudden than lightning. The Burmese man screamed and instinctively wanted to stab Cameron in the neck, but in the blink of an eye it was too late.
Ding!
The dagger fell to the ground with a clear sound, and the Burmese man's hands stiffened, and then the pain spread all over his body; he fell to the ground with a thud, his skin cracked in large patches, and blood spurted out of his seven orifices at the same time!
Cameron staggered out of the hijacking range and was stunned when he looked back.
In just two or three seconds, the drug lord had turned into a bloody man. His skin was covered in juice like rotten tomatoes, and pieces of meat kept pouring out of his mouth. In an instant, a pile of red and black internal organs accumulated on the ground.
"Click... click..."
A lot of blood bubbles kept coming out of the Burmese man's mouth, and his cloudy eyes stared at Shen Zhuo like two blood balls. He seemed to be trying to struggle to crawl over, but then there was an obvious gurgling sound, and a large piece of intestine gushed out of his mouth!
He fell to the ground, without a sound, dead.
The air was frozen in silence, and blood was flowing slowly.
There was no expression on Shen Zhuo's face as he put the last bottle of S-level interferon back into the inner pocket of his suit.
Cameron's rapid breathing was the only sound in the passage. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out three words:
"Why?"
Shen Zhuo said calmly: "It's just backlash."
"… "
Cameron suddenly had an incredible guess in his mind. He turned his head and stared at Shen Zhuo. There was no such look in his gray-green eyes before. "What I'm asking is, why would an A-level serum backfire on him?!"