Hearing the news that he had expected, Zhao Ziyang fell silent. When he raised his head again, he saw the bedroom door being pushed open and a woman with blue eyes walking in.

With a "whoop", Zhao Ziyang jumped up from the bed, rushed to the door naked like a ghost, pinched the other person's soft neck, and his eyes exuded a strong murderous aura.

"Ice Angel!" A cold voice came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and the whites of his eyes that had long since dissipated were filled with terrifying bloodshot threads, one by one, and the lines were clear and distinct.

If the Ice Angel hadn't attacked him, how could he have been captured by that bastard Simon, and how could he have been a guinea pig for half a year? He was pretending to be a dog, begging for mercy.

A dog. When he was a dog, he swore that he would kill the Ice Angel, absolutely!

Zhao Ziyang's throat was pinched tightly and he couldn't breathe. Ice Angel stared at him, took out a saber with his backhand and stretched it towards Zhao Ziyang's crotch.

"Cang", a crisp sound came out, and Zhao Ziyang broke the thick saber with two fingers, and then stabbed the ice angel's abdomen with the blade.

Warm blood flowed out, Ice Angel's eyes exuded a dead silence, his throat bones made a crisp sound, and he was about to be strangled to death by Zhao Ziyang.

"Stop! Special forces, stop!" Linghu rushed forward and pulled Zhao Ziyang's arm hard.

"Go away!" Zhao Ziyang turned his head and glared at Linghu fiercely, and the force on his hand became heavier and heavier.

Ice Angel's body has been lifted into the air, his hands are waving feebly, and he is about to suffocate to death.

At this moment, Zhao Ziyang suddenly let go of his hand, held his head hard with both hands and howled in pain.

"Ouch...Ouch!..." Zhao Ziyang was lying on the ground rolling in pain. Tables, chairs and other objects were knocked to pieces by him. His face became extremely distorted, with high veins and bulging eyeballs.

The bloodshot veins bulged upwards, almost ready to burst out.

"Huhu..." Ice Angel gasped, looking at Zhao Ziyang with horror in her eyes. She didn't expect that she had no power to fight against the opponent. If he hadn't suddenly had a headache, she would have definitely died.

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Seeing Zhao Ziyang's appearance, Linghu also had fear in her eyes, but the worry was far greater than the fear. She wanted to step forward to help, but she didn't know how to help, and she couldn't help. She had a big belly, and she couldn't

The combatants and special forces now behave like lunatics. As long as they touch her, she will be severely injured.

With a "click" sound, Zhao Ziyang waved his arm fiercely, smashing a solid wood table into two halves, then frantically tore off the sheets, wrapped one hand tightly around his legs and left arm, and held himself tightly.

Tie tightly.

"Linghu! There is something in my head, take it out, take it out!" Zhao Ziyang restrained himself and said to Linghu very quickly: "Open the skull, at the back of the head, back of the head!"

After saying this, Zhao Ziyang hit the wall wildly.

"Bang", blood spurted out and Zhao Ziyang passed out.

As he fell into coma, the chip in his head was still working continuously, using radioactive microcurrents to repeatedly stimulate his brain. His body twitched violently, and the blood from his ears and nostrils flowed outward along with this twitch.

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"Come and help!" Linghu shouted.

Ice Angel, who was slumped on the ground to catch his breath, pulled off a piece of cloth from the bed and tightened the wound on his abdomen. He rushed forward and held down Zhao Ziyang's body, tying him up with sheets.

"No, binding like this is not enough, use the pulling and binding method." Linghu reminded Ice Angel.

The traction and binding method is a very inhumane binding method. This binding method is similar to the execution binding rope in China. No matter how strong you are, as long as you are tied up in this way, the more you break free, the tighter the restraint will feel.

After traction and binding Zhao Ziyang's upper body, Ice Angel tied his legs tightly together and bound him tightly with sheets in circles until his lower body was wrapped into a mummy before tying a knot.

After all this tossing, Zhao Ziyang woke up again under the stimulation of a steady stream of electric current in his head, showing signs of going crazy. He twisted his body desperately, trying to break away from this restraint, but as he twisted,

As he moved, the bindings on his upper body were locked even tighter, and the two thumbs that were tied together were almost severed by the nylon shoelace.

When people are in physical pain, they will always try their best to perform various irregular and unnecessary exercises in order to reduce the pain they endure. This is an instinctive reaction. Although it has no effect, it is psychologically very painful.

Its biggest role is simply to express pain, just like crying when you are grieving.

"Knock him out! Knock him out, quickly, quickly!" Linghu said anxiously, holding his stomach with one hand.

The Ice Angel, who was holding Zhao Ziyang tightly, swung his fist and hit Zhao Ziyang's neck aorta, one punch after another. The imaginable coma did not appear. It seemed that briefly cutting off the oxygen transport of the aorta had no effect. Or maybe it was the opponent's aorta.

It has been strengthened to a certain extent, and the speed of blood flow is simply not enough to pose any threat to oxygen delivery.

Zhao Ziyang twisted even more violently, the muscles on his face were distorted into an inhuman shape, and his blood-red eyes exuded deep pleading. He was almost going crazy from the pain.

With a "pop" sound, Ice Angel reached out and pinched Zhao Ziyang's throat, using all his strength to compress the arteries on both sides of his neck.

As the arteries in his neck continued to be compressed, Zhao Ziyang's breathing became difficult, his face turned purple, and he eventually passed out completely.

The panting Ice Angel, who confused Zhao Ziyang, carried him on his shoulders and walked outside, while Linghu followed him outside with a big belly.

There is a small laboratory in the villa. Generally, there will be a laboratory wherever Linghu lives. This is her job and his hobby.

Put Zhao Ziyang on the hospital bed, and use six restraints to restrain Zhao Ziyang's neck, shoulders, chest, waist, thighs and calves respectively. His hands were tightly tied to the hospital bed, and his feet were also tightly tied, leaving only

The head is exposed.

After all this last night, Linghu changed into a sterile suit, picked up a razor and shaved Zhao Ziyang's hair clean, and then scrubbed it with alcohol.

"Ice Angel, you must restrain the special soldier's body later." Linghu stared at Ice Angel, bit his lower lip and warned: "I want to take out the things in his head. The brain nerves are quite fragile. Once my

A shake of the hand and he might be completely dead."

After instructing Ice Angel, Linghu took out an injection and injected it into Zhao Ziyang, and then took out another injection of the same medicine and injected it into it.

"I injected him into a deep coma. With his current constitution, he may not be able to be comatose for long, but I dare not inject him again for fear that he will become a vegetative state. This operation may only take an hour, or it may take a day. In short, you must

You have to cooperate with me."

"Understood." Bing Angel nodded, casually treated the wound and sat aside, took out a cigarette and lit it, staring at Zhao Ziyang's cheek.

Her eyes were cold, but her heart was full of all kinds of thoughts. She knew very well what kind of suffering the special forces had suffered in the past six months. It was unimaginable that he would cut open his own chest and take out the miniature placed inside.

The bomb... all of this seemed to have been caused by herself. It was just that too many special forces soldiers appeared at the beginning, so she had to flee deep into the dense forest. Only when she returned did she find that the bodies of the special forces soldiers were no longer there.

"Put out the cigarette." Linhu glared at Ice Angel.

"Okay." Bing Angel obediently put out the cigarette.

She didn't smoke at all in the past, but she only started smoking cigarettes half a year ago. There are many reasons for smoking cigarettes, the biggest one is the emotional self-blame. To be honest, she never thought about killing the special forces.

Linghu had already started to take action. She used a scalpel to gently cut open the scalp on the back of Zhao Ziyang's head. While cleaning it, she was looking for something in the back of Zhao Ziyang's head.

In the underground laboratory, Simon had already controlled the microcurrent emitted by the chip to the maximum, stimulating Zhao Ziyang's entire brain. He knew that he could no longer control the escaping Zhao Ziyang. What he had to do now was to use the microcurrent of the chip to stimulate the opponent's brain.

The brain cells are killed, causing the other person's brain death, and then completely turning him into a living dead who has lost his mind.

He restrained Zhao Ziyang firstly by using mental restraint, which is the Stockholm Syndrome control method, secondly by installing a micro bomb in his heart, and the last resort was this chip.

The microcurrent emitted by the chip stimulates the most sensitive nerve cells in the brain, causing the most unbearable pain, and controls the body. If necessary, he will let this microcurrent kill the brain cells and human nerves, allowing them to

Become an uncontrolled living dead.

This kind of living dead is extremely violent and murderous. It will be a bomb wherever it is placed. In this case, whoever rescues him will be in bad luck and will be torn apart by the living dead.

During the search for Zhao Ziyang's backbrain chip, several more people hurriedly walked into the villa, including Angel.

"Drill." The sweaty Linghu rushed to Swart next to him and stretched out his right hand.

Angel next to her wiped the sweat from Linghu's forehead with gauze, lest the sweat fall into Zhao Ziyang's head.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang's appearance, Angel was extremely anxious, but she restrained herself, made herself very calm, and helped Angel work in an orderly manner.

The entire back of the skull was removed by Spirit Fox, revealing a brain full of grooves and lines. The brain even beat gently with the pulse.

"Keep your brain warm."

"clear."

A chip appeared in Linghu's eyes. She carefully observed it for a long time, her brows knitted together.

This chip is very simple. The chip itself has the function of releasing current, so that the current is continuously released outward.

But this chip is extremely complicated. Although it is not as big as a person's pinky nail, it is tightly connected to the brain's neural network, making it impossible for people to start.

"I, I don't dare to take action..." Linghu took a step back, with a cry in his voice.

Indeed, she did not dare to do anything. Once any nerve was damaged, it would inevitably have the most serious consequences. It might make Zhao Ziyang a psychopath, or he might die instantly, or he might be safe and sound.

Angel held the surgical forceps in her hand. She gritted her teeth and slowly reached towards the chip, using the clumsiest and most risky method to remove the chip for Zhao Ziyang.

"Stop!" Linghu pulled Angel's arm and kept saying: "I'll think about it again, I'm thinking about it, maybe there is a better way. Don't be anxious, don't be anxious..."

Linghu's eyes were full of timidity. Not only her, Angel's eyes were also full of timidity and fear. She gritted her teeth just now to do this, but after Linghu stopped, all her courage disappeared.

Because this man is none other than her man.

"Ouch..." A painful howl suddenly came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. His bound body moved wildly, and the blood in his ears and nose continued to flow and drip.

"Oops, his brain temperature has exceeded 40 degrees!" Swart made a fearful voice.

"Keng", Zhao Ziyang's right hand broke free from the restraints, and then tore off the restraints tied to his upper body.

"Yang, calm down, calm down, you must calm down!" An Qier reached out and grabbed Zhao Ziyang's free arm, shouting loudly.

Zhao Ziyang calmed down instantly when he heard Angel's voice. Although the ferocity on his face remained unabated, there was warmth in his eyes.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang's appearance, An Qier's tears flowed down her face. She kissed Zhao Ziyang's forehead gently and kept murmuring persuasion.

At the same time, Swart and Ice Angel stepped forward and pressed Zhao Ziyang's hands and feet, trying to completely suppress him.

"My...angel..." Zhao Ziyang spat out these words with great effort, and then his whole body exploded completely. He stretched out his feet and raised his hands, knocking Ice Angel and Swart away.
Chapter completed!