Song Qingwu was lying in the intensive care unit, next to Chen Ruixi, who was seriously injured.
Chen Ruixi's whole body is like a mummy. One of his arms has been amputated. After Ah Chong cut off the unicorn arm, Chen Ruixi lost control of the energy in his body. The muscles and skin tissues on his half of his body seemed to be burned. It was burnt, and it was burnt black.
Professor Zhang walked in quietly, Song Qingwu hurriedly sat up, and because the movement affected the wound too violently, Song Qingwu couldn't help but groan softly.
"We are going to reorganize the team to go north in these two days. You are ready to walk with them and follow their instructions throughout the process." Professor Zhang said blankly.
In front of outsiders, he always has a kind face, but in front of his disciples, Professor Zhang always looks cold and unsmiling.
Song Qingwu lowered his head and said softly, "Master, my injury is not healed..."
Professor Zhang said coldly: "Can you still walk?"
"Yes!" Song Qingwu gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously, "I can walk!"
"That's fine." Professor Zhang turned around and walked away. When he reached the door, he turned and said: "I hope you can learn something from the experience of fighting with A Chong, and don't let me down anymore."
Professor Zhang strode out after speaking, without even looking at Chen Ruixi from beginning to end.
Wang Yangming also followed Professor Zhang out, and the guard closed the iron door of the intensive care unit again.
Chen Ruixi's eyes turned from eager anticipation to extremely disappointed.
Professor Zhang's attitude towards him is totally different from before. Just half a month ago, Professor Zhang treated himself as a successor and trained him almost hand in hand. Although the process was arduous, Chen Ruixi learned very hard. The harsher Professor Zhang is to him, the more grateful he is. Chen Ruixi, who had never seen her biological father, even found the feeling of paternal love in Professor Zhang.
Now, he became a pile of useless garbage in his eyes.
After a while, Prasad pushed in with a wheelchair, with two staff members behind him, and the staff came and carried Chen Ruixi to the mobile patient.
"Where are you taking me?" Chen Ruixi said with a hoarse voice and a slightly flustered expression.
"Send you to another intensive care unit." Prasad said blankly.
"You, you lied to me, you think I'm useless, don't you, right?!" Chen Ruixi roared.
Prasad did not speak, and motioned to the staff to fix Chen Ruixi's body on the mobile with a restraint belt.
Regardless of the severe pain on her body, Chen Ruixi struggled hard, begging in her mouth: "Help me, help me! You, you guys will pretend to be a prosthetic hand again, and I have another hand to use! Give me an operation! , Help me reform! I am not afraid of hardship or pain! I beg you!"
No one answered, Song Qingwu looked at him silently beside him, as if looking at a dead person.
"Why, why, since you want to give up on me, why bother to rescue me so hard?" Desperate Chen Ruixi shouted to Song Qingwu hoarsely.
Song Qingwu turned his head and ignored him.
"Because you are the property of the organization, even if you die, you can't let you fall into the hands of others." Prasad said coldly, waving his hand and beckoning the staff to take him away.
Chen Ruixi screamed while lying in the **, echoing continuously in the empty corridor.
Prasad frowned and motioned to the staff to give him a sedative. Unconscious Chen Ruixi was sent to where he should stay.
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After leaving Professor Zhang away, Wang Yangming returned to the office, standing in front of the large French windows, looking down at the rolling mountains under his feet, silently thinking about his thoughts.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Prasad leaned on crutches and walked slowly behind him.
Wang Yangming looked back at him, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You still wear it, how do you feel?"
Prasad looked down at his trousers and smiled bitterly: "It's awkward."
Wang Yangming nodded: "Traditional prostheses require months or even years of hard training to adapt. With our newly developed bionic limbs, you can walk around like ordinary people in just a few hours, which is already very good."
Prasad sighed: "Mr. Wang, you know, I have always had no good feelings for these high-techs, and now I have to wear them-I thought that I won't have to go out in the field for the rest of my life."
Wang Yangming turned his head and looked out the window, and asked casually, "How are you prepared?"
Prasad hurriedly said: "All arrangements have been made. Mr. Wang will bring three heavily armed tactical teams. They will leave at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning and move south along the border. Helicopters have already been arranged overseas to pick you up. Specific action plans And the instructions are here."
Prasad handed Wang Yangming a hand, "Qinhan Village is codenamed'Operation Beheading'. Outer Mongolia's code name is'Operation Hyena'. I have already given a pre-war briefing with the team members."
Wang Yangming nodded, took out two black encrypted U disks from the drawer, and handed one of them to Prasad, "This is the activation program and instruction code of the Shadow Warrior. It needs fingerprint verification. I have already given it in the system. You authorized it. After activation, you can access our command system, and you can give them instructions through the encrypted channel."
Prasad took the small black USB flash drive, hesitated and asked, "What the hell is this shadow warrior? I have never heard of it before."
Wang Yangming hesitated and said, "Do you know the profession of'Assassin'?"
Prasad nodded and said, "I know that intelligence agencies such as the CIA in the United States, the KGB in the Soviet Union, and Mossad in Israel all have specialized assassin organizations. They are responsible for carrying out some special assassination and murder missions. These professional assassins have secret whereabouts and identities. Mysterious, many people have multiple identities for cover, and some people have no identity information. They are like shadows in this world."
Wang Yangming nodded: "The Shadow Warriors are the ultimate assassin organization specially trained by Professor Zhang. This is the most mysterious force under him, and even I don't know much about them."
Wang Yangming squinted his eyes and looked at the distant mountains: "Ten years ago, the professor brought a group of children who were only a few years old to the research center. These people were orphans without relatives. The professor asked me to make them super fighters. Under my transformation, their physical functions such as strength and endurance have been greatly improved, several times or even dozens of times more than ordinary people.
The technology at the time was still immature, and most people were unable to adapt to this transformation and were eliminated. The remaining children were taken to an isolated place outside the country for the most severe survival test.
It is said that after a period of training, the professor randomly divided them into two groups to catch and fight. Those who survived continue to carry out unarmed combat, weapons, firearms, electronic equipment and even driving and language training.
After a period of time, let them fight for survival. The winner will live and the loser will die.
In the end, there were fewer than ten of the first dozen children.
These biochemically transformed children have faced the test of life and death from the time they are sensible, and their fighting ability has been brought to the extreme. Compared with the brutality of shadow warrior training, the intensity of our mercenary training is the difference between heaven and hell. "
After listening to Wang Yangming's narration, Prasad couldn't help but exclaimed: "Professor Zhang already has a group of superpowers. What is the purpose of his secret training of these shadow warriors? Did they send them on missions later?"
Wang Yangming shook his head: "I don't know, the files of the Shadow Warriors were closed ten years ago, and even the surgical data for my biochemical transformation was permanently destroyed. Are they dead or alive, how many people are there, and what they look like... these Only Professor Zhang knows the secret."
Wang Yangming sighed and said: "In this operation, although the shadow warriors are under our command in name, we can only communicate with them remotely through the encryption system on the U disk. We can't know who they are, and we don't know who they are. Information. The Shadow Warrior is just a code name for us."
Prasad squeezed the USB flash drive in his hand and was silent. After a while he hesitated and said, "Mr. Wang, I don't know if I should say something or not."
Wang Yangming turned his head to look at him: "You have said a lot recently, this is not your style."
Prasad lowered his head slightly, avoiding Wang Yangming's eyes, hesitatingly said: "I, I always have a bad premonition."
Wang Yangming sighed again: "Prasad, you know that during ancient voyages, whenever a big ship was about to capsize, the rats on the ship always felt dangerous for the first time."
Prasad grumbled, "I am the mouse on your boat."
Wang Yangming looked out the window with his hands behind his back and said slowly, "You speak!"
Prasad took a breath and summoned the courage to say: "I always feel that Professor Zhang's task arrangement this time is a little suspicion of deliberately staying out of the matter!"
Wang Yangming turned his head and looked straight at him. After a while, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Are you worried that the professor will frame me up? Haha, how can I not see it? Prasad, do you think I am really that way? Stupid?"
Prasad lowered his head and said nothing.
Wang Yangming sneered and said: "If this action fails, then I will have to take the blame, Jin Guoqiang, Su Jia, A Chong... All the sins will be put on my head logically. If it succeeds, the professor will continue to control the overall situation— You can see this, why can't I see it?"
Prasad looked up at him: "You can see through it, why do you want to..."
Wang Yangming leaned on Prasad's shoulders and said with a smile, "Prasad, you know, there is an old Chinese saying that the ruler is like a mountain. If we are ministers, the lord lives. The king wants the minister to die, and the minister lives. Have to die!"
Prasad argued: "But..."
Wang Yangming's expression shrank, and he said to Prasad sternly: "Nothing! The professor's order, we must execute it!"
Wang Yangming slowly walked to the window, looked at the green mountain outside and said, "Do you know? I have known the professor for decades, and I have never really understood this person.
I know what you think in your heart. We control several scientific research bases and control all Gurkha mercenaries. There are many lucrative commercial assets abroad. On the surface, they seem to be strong, with people and money. Money-but these are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the professor, he can make us beyond disaster with his little finger.
You will never know how terrifying the professor's strength is. "
Wang Yangming turned around and walked to Prasad, looking at him severely: "Remember, you will never question the professor's decision in the future. Next time you will confront him face to face! I will solve you personally!"