Sometimes, the better the talker, the more disadvantaged he is.
As soon as Luke expressed his dissatisfaction, the other party immediately changed his attitude and did not dare to show the face of the Neon family.
In fact, the Shi Zhitian family was in front of Klich, the head of the Hydra branch, and that was the case.
Calling it a fart is a bit demeaning, but if you really don't want to give face, then don't give it.
No matter how you say it, Klich can be regarded as Hydra's "big border official".
With the official power he controls in Nihong, it is not easy to bring down the Shi Zhitian family, but it is not difficult to add obstacles.
The reason why the research institute wanted Klich to be the intermediary was because he had official channels in Neon, and he could win the trust of the Shi Zhitian family.
Otherwise, the opponent would have put Klich aside to play.
Krich, on the other hand, was concerned with the results of the Institute.
Unless he wanted to steal $1.8 billion from the Shi Zhitian family that day, the family would be useless to him.
In short, it was a potential prey for Klich, not even an opponent.
Lifting Erlang's legs and holding up the teacup, Luke took a sip of the black tea.
The neon classical courtyard in summer is still very artistic.
On the other side, two people with ulterior motives got together and were fighting each other.
One of them is Shiro Ishichida, who has age spots on his face and is crippled.
The other is a middle-aged bald man with several oblique scars on his face. He is the head of the secret research institute.
The two didn't try too much.
The last meeting was a test, and both parties knew that Shiro Ishichida couldn't stand it for a long time.
Aging is sometimes more terrifying than cancer because it is irreversible.
Once a certain point is reached, the elderly will feel the countdown of life.
It is difficult for young people to understand the sense of despair that life slips away from the body all the time.
Most people, at least until they are thirty or forty years old, watching their young parents grow old and may pass away at any time, will be shocked by the ruthlessness of time.
After getting straight to the point, the two conducted the final negotiation for the previous differences again.
Ishichida Shiro asked for detailed data on this treatment, and asked his people to observe the treatment process of the experimental subject in person.
For core data and experiments, Shi Zhitian's people certainly do not require it.
After all, the bald and scarred man is not like a person with a brain disability, so it is impossible for him to agree to such an outrageous request.
But even if it is only the main data and experiments, it has deeply involved the secrets of the bald man, and it is also not allowed.
After talking for less than ten minutes, the bald man suddenly shut up, tilting his head as if he was listening to something.
Ishichida Shiro was puzzled: "Mr. Schrader?"
The bald man Shredder came back to his senses and laughed: "Oh, what's the matter?"
Ishichida Shiro was suspicious: "I hope you can understand that confirmation of safety is the prerequisite for any treatment. If you don't let my medical staff know about it at all, I can't accept this kind of treatment, because it may cause me to die immediately. "
Shredder turned his head to the side, and there was only a young blond-haired 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 your point of view."
Shi Zhitian was taken aback again: Are you going to let go
But Schrader continued: "So, you don't have to make a choice, just accept it with peace of mind."
At the same time, there were several screams outside the yard, which were the voices of the guards.
Shiro Shiro's heart suddenly moved, and his hand on the hospital bed moved slightly: "Mr. Schrader, what do you mean?"
Shredder looked calm: "I will make you immortal, but loyalty is the price you have to pay."
Following his words, four lean and naked "people" opened the door and walked in.
In their hands, they dragged the corpses of eight security guards outside, leaving heavy bloodstains along the way.
Ishichida Shiro narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
Shredder laughed and opened the small box beside him.
Inside the box is a tiny syringe with a dark red liquid in the tube: "After using my "true blood", you will thank me, like the most loyal servant."
Shi Zhitian said coldly, "Are you talking about slaves?"
Shredder didn't take it seriously, picked up the syringe, stood up and walked over: "If you think so, then you're right."
Looking at the old man's expression, he felt inexplicably in control, and explained casually: "Do you know about vampires? This is how they create dependents. A drop of their own true blood is enough to make ordinary people undead .”
Shi Zhitian's eyes flickered, but there was a sneer on his face: "So, you are just another vampire's subordinate?"
Shredder chuckled: "Of course not. I sucked the vampire who gave me my true blood, so when he died, I was free."
While speaking, he had already stood beside Shi Zhitian, inserted the syringe needle into the indwelling needle in his hand, and a stream of dark red blood flowed into the old man's skinny arm.
Ishichida Shiro did not resist.
Schreider is no surprise either.
The old man was so old that it was difficult to move his hands, which was only a little better than being completely paralyzed.
Besides, if you want to survive, it’s not unacceptable to be someone else’s dog—at least many Neon people have this kind of consciousness, so they will always accept the education that American dads love.
And as a mixed-race girl who grew up in Neon, Schrader knew this all too well.
This is a nation of contradictions of arrogance and inferiority, obedience and madness.
Arrogance and obedience are just the appearances formed by them the day after tomorrow, while inferiority complex and madness are indelible natures.
Seeing Shi Zhitian staring at him with the inexplicable look in his eyes, Schrader frowned, suddenly feeling a little weird.
However, he didn't think much of it.
Shi Zhitian's old and shriveled face filled up quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had added a special grade to the movie.
He closed his eyes, trembling all over, and let out intermittent and weird moans.
In a few tens of seconds, that face changed from old to middle-aged, and finally turned into someone in his early twenties.
Finally he opened his eyes, the original whites and pupils were covered with a faint dark red.
Shredder: "You can get up now."
However, Shi Zhitian felt the vitality in his body with intoxication: "It's really amazing. Thank you, Mr. Schrader."
When the voice fell, the hospital bed under him suddenly wrapped him in and disappeared into the room.
Shredder was taken aback, then sneered: "I order you, come out immediately and kneel in front of me."
The result... nothing happens.
Shredder frowned, feeling that the power controlling his subordinates was not abnormal.
But Shi Zhitian's absence is the biggest anomaly.
His face sank: "Tear down this bed."
The bed that Shi Zhitian slept on was something like a table, and Schrader suspected that this thing was a secret passage.
The vampire's control over its dependents is still affected by the distance, and it will basically fail if it exceeds 50 meters.
If he moves away from Schrader quickly, Shi Zhitian will indeed be out of Schrader's control.
In the future, as long as he hides with peace of mind, then this old guy may really live freely.