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Hearing Zaren's words, the struggle in Zhang Feng's eyes became more intense!
He raised his hands slightly, as if he wanted to reach out to Zaren and then take them back.
Seeing Zhang Feng's hesitant expression, Zaren hurriedly said: "Zhang Feng, I am your master, everything you have is given to you by me, you cannot hurt me, and you must obey my orders!"
It's okay if he didn't say this, but when he heard the voice, the struggle in Zhang Feng's eyes turned into the ferocity of killing.
There is a voice in the memory of my mind that keeps repeating: Kill your master! Kill your master!
This sentence was forcibly carved into Zhang Feng's head when he fell into a deep coma, in order to plant a seed in his heart to prevent his mind from completely falling into the chess piece mentioned by Zaren, and also You can call him a slave!
Although Zhang Feng believed that his life was worthless, he could not tolerate being reduced to someone else's lackey.
What about supreme power? Only freedom of the soul is true freedom!
He clenched his palms into fists and hit Zaren's head with all his strength.
The scene of bruised skin and bloody flesh did not appear. It was as if the force of a ten-year-old child who hadn't grown up hit an adult on the face!
Even Zaren was stunned. He didn't expect Zhang Feng's power to be of such magnitude.
Based on the strength he had used to break the cowhide just now, this punch to his face was enough to smash his head to pieces like a watermelon.
There was disbelief in his eyes. Compared with dying in Zhang Feng's hands, what he could not agree with more was the failure of his experiment!
With a crazy expression on his face, he shook his head crazily and said to himself: "Impossible. It's impossible for me to fail. I've obviously succeeded, why did I fail again! This is impossible!"
The boss stared at Zhang Feng with wide eyes and shouted almost in a roaring voice: "Hit me, hit me hard, use all your strength! Hit me!"
Zhang Feng was also extremely surprised at this moment. He lowered his head and stared at his hands. He felt inexplicably that his body seemed to be hollowed out, and his strength was even completely compared to his normal situation!
Use all your strength to hit Zaren in the face again.
Zaren stumbled back three steps, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth.
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He gets even crazier! Although the force of this punch was much greater than before, it was not at all as powerful as a grown man's.
"How is it possible? Why did I fail!"
In order to take revenge, and to successfully realize the experiment in his heart, Zaren even conducted the experiment at the cost of his wife's life.
The experiment was successful and his name became his only spiritual support.
At this time, the central nervous system control chip did not achieve the expected results, which already represented failure. Genetic recombination, which he valued more, also failed, and the only spiritual pillar in his heart collapsed.
Zaren's expression became crazy, no longer excited and crazy, but completely crazy.
Like an uncontrollable psychopath, laughing moodily, or squatting on the ground and grinning like a three-year-old child.
His eyes suddenly turned deathly gray, his body fell to the ground with a bang, his limbs twitched continuously, and foam twitched from the corners of his mouth.
His tongue was hanging out like a hanged man. In less than two minutes, Zaren turned into a cold corpse.
Zhang Feng chose to watch his death coldly.
Until he was completely dead, Zhang Feng walked slowly to the mirror. Turning his back to the mirror, he saw the wound on the back of his head still leaking blood.
Slowly walking towards the outside of the house, Zhang Feng didn't know how to deal with the memories in his mind.
I know clearly that those memories are my own, but I prefer to watch other people's stories from the perspective of a bystander. It feels like it's stuck in my throat, unable to take it out, but unable to swallow it.
When he walked out of the house and saw the scene around him, a trace of astonishment flashed through his chaotic expression.
This is a huge landfill, filled with dirty garbage everywhere, and a foul smell in the nostrils.
Unexpectedly, Zaren would choose such a place to conduct such an experiment.
Frowning slightly, the stench was indeed unbearable.
He groped around on his body and finally found a lighter and a crumpled cigarette stained with blood in his pocket.
He took out a light stick and held it in his mouth, then lit the garbage around the house on fire. Zhang Feng walked towards the outside of the garbage dump on the unbridled flow of sewage.
inside the head
The memory is so familiar, yet so strange. The same is true for people in memory.
What was even more confusing was his own body. He had obviously received the genetic recombination carried out by Zaren. Judging from the extent of breaking the cowhide at that time, the experiment should have been successful.
But now I don't feel anything. On the contrary, I feel extremely weak. Could it be that the injuries on my body have not healed yet
I walked aimlessly, I don’t know how long I walked. It was afternoon when I walked out of the garbage dump, but now it was already the moon on the branches.
The place that came out was a dirty garbage dump, but now it is the streets of Taiguo.
He raised his head and looked at the flashing neon lights, and looked at the happy or sad lives of pedestrians on the road. Zhang Feng felt extremely hurt in his heart. This was an existence without a sense of identity.
The past that originally belonged to me is no longer the protagonist, it's like watching someone else's story happen.
It seems that he has not experienced the past and has suddenly appeared in this world. Perhaps there is another way of saying it that is easier to understand, that is, a person who has lost his memory.
Some people tell about past events, but they don’t know if these things really happened. Even if they did happen, they don’t have any sense of existence.
He casually found a corner on the street and sat down, burying his head between his knees and just sitting like that.
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Wang Xiaojuan has now returned to China by smuggling under the arrangement of 01 intelligence personnel lurking in Japan.
In the hospital, Wang Xiaojuan's face looked obviously much better.
Besides her, there was another old man sitting beside the bed in the ward. It was Wang Qian, the head of the Wang family.
"Grandpa, I can't do this! If it weren't for Zhang Feng, I would have died in the hands of the Japanese. And the failure of this operation was entirely due to my own wanton behavior and had nothing to do with Zhang Feng." Wang Xiaojuan said .
"Xiaojuan! You are not only a member of 01, but also a descendant of our Wang family. Don't you remember the patriotism? I have taught you since you were young not to waste your worthless emotions and self-esteem. This generation of people is If you keep losing, as long as you have a chance to win, that's enough! And now is this chance. You just have to act according to my decision!" After saying that, Wang Gan stood up and walked out of the ward without giving Wang Xiaojuan any more. Chance.