War in Heaven

The slight pain of acupuncture spread from the neck to the nearby muscles. Lin Qiao, who was already bruised and bruised, did not feel severe pain. Instead, he felt comfortable and weak.

But he is very clear, this is worse for himself.

"Don't want to resist." Dalia shook her hand in the syringe, smiled kindly, picked up a large pliers with blood, and said softly: "The dose of sedative you are injected is enough to make a rhinoceros weak. Rebel, it would be more comfortable to give up the struggle?"

"No... anesthesia...?" Lin Chilian’s speech has become laborious.

"That is prepared for the soldiers, isn't it too wasteful to use it on your guinea pig?" Dalia said that she would hold Lin Chi's left wrist with pliers and start the "gentle" force.

Oh...

As the fracture rang, Lin Chi's wrist began to deform, and he could detect that his bones were breaking. However, perhaps because he just recovered from the alienation state, or because the dose of sedative is too large, he did not feel any pain, nor panic, instead he was absolutely "cool".

"..."

Lin Chi silently stared at the female engineer who was "reforming" herself, then slowly turned her head and focused her attention on the shelf on the back side of Dalia's body, on her own ragged backpack.

If you can get the weapon in your backpack, you might be able to complete the anti-kill? But in this state, let alone be struggling, and the strength of moving together is gone. The whole person is like a muddy mud, and the soft collapse is on the experimental bench.

So... no way?

Lin, who was restrained and tied to the chair, looked up and looked at the headlights above his head.

In the face of this near-desperate situation, it is now the only remaining option to quit the game directly. But even in a desperate situation, Lin Chi did not give up hope, still relying on a chair to accept Dalia's horrible "reform."

As an old player who has been involved in various games, he has not encountered this situation before.

After experiencing countless battles, Lin has long understood an easy-to-understand truth: even at the last minute, don't give up hope. After all, the "God's turning point" in the game is more likely than the turning point in the real world. Higher.

Oh...

His left wrist, which was completely pinched by the pliers, bent ninety degrees to the right. The left hand that had been shackled on the chair slipped down softly and could break free from the restraint.

It is a pity that Lin Chi, who has not had a little strength in his body, has no strength to break free.

"You are quite obedient." The short-haired woman who is busy with work applauds and looks at Lin Chi’s face: "It’s not the same as those who cry and shout."

"I just want to see... you can still be shameless to what extent." Lin Chi made a hoarse voice.

Upon hearing this, Dalia put the pliers back on the tool table, picked up a steel nail, and stabbed it on Lin’s arm. She said, “I know that most people can’t Understand our actions, but we are indeed for the Soviets, the purpose of the 'Tsar' is supreme."

"There is a tsar in the Soviet Union?" Lin Chih-hsin snorted: "You are afraid...is it brainwashed?"

For the mysterious "tsar" in the "four kings" of the incineration agency, even the information provided by the insurgents could not find useful information. But the members of the incineration agency apparently trust the mysterious person very much and even go to the fire for the guy.

Does the guy have any magic power to make the subordinates so dead, and even ruin their compatriots?

"That's because you haven't heard the rumors of the 'Tsar'." Dalia shook her head irritably: "You don't know anything at all, don't tell us anything. Even if it's the 'devil' in people's mouth, die. After the hell, we will die for the Soviets, and our name will remain on the glorious monument forever!"

While speaking, the steel nails in her hands have pierced Lin's already scarred skin and nailed it into his arm.

Lin Chi, who was given a sedative, still leaned back in the chair and watched it quietly.

But this time, Dalia had not been able to continue working, and she heard the familiar sirens and the astonishing female voice as always:

"Discover intruders, please note..."

"How many people are invading today?" Dalia groaned slyly, throwing away the steel needle in her hand, stood up and took off the gloves, grabbed the walkie-talkie placed on the metal frame, and asked with no anger: " what happened?"

"Report, the lower-level research institute has been invaded again! It is the third time today!" The screams in the intercom, even Lin Chi can hear clearly.

"The people over there have long been killed?" Dalia said, she would hang up the call: "Don't talk nonsense, let the patrols withstand! Anyway, the lower-level researchers are useless cannon fodder."

"No, it wants to break through the wall, it's it... it's back!"

The researcher’s cry stopped and was covered by the barbaric roar. The harsh sound of the intercom, shocked Dalia's hand, and almost threw the walkie-talkie on the ground.

"Mom, the traitor dares to come back?" The female researcher who kept smiling for most of the time couldn't help but scream, then pressed a few keys on the old-fashioned walkie-talkie in the shape of a brick and shouted:

"Airborne soldiers, the traitor is back, kill him!"

"Received..." The voice of the receiver sounded blurry.

Lin Chi, who has been sitting on the cold metal chair, looks at the woman, puts down the walkie-talkie, looks back at herself, stands in front of herself, and then... I don’t know where to pull a small silver pistol from the palm of the hand, aiming I have my own head.

"You are lucky." Dalia snorted and tried to pull the trigger's finger, but suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong... Have you got any bullets?" Lin Chi did not forget to ridicule under such circumstances.

"It’s a pity to kill such a reliable experimental product." Dalia said, putting down her pistol and turning to the entrance of the laboratory:

"I hope you can live until I come back, but don't think about escaping, it is impossible."

The voice has not fallen, the woman has turned and walked out of the lab, and then closed the door heavily. The "experimental product" that was weak and weak, and bruised and bruised, was left in the cold room.

"Ha... are you so sure?"

Seeing that the other party has left, Lin Qiao, who still can't make any effort, has a hard time to relax the muscles and start looking for ways to escape from the place.