The feeling of injecting the potion was a little cold at first, but soon, the blood vessels were filled with gasoline, and the bursting pain ignited every nerve. The feeling was like being stringed up by an iron brazing and tossed and turned on the charcoal fire.

Su Mu tried to grit his teeth as tightly as possible, but he still couldn't help but let out some sounds.

Masao Fukio bent down and looked closer to observe Su Mu's face: "Before entering politics, I was a surgeon at the Tokyo Jishishu Charity Hospital. Usually, I would say something to comfort the patient at this time. For example, 'just a little discomfort', or 'hold on, the situation will get better immediately', but today, I don't think it's necessary to hide it from you. The liberation of gene locks is by no means an easy thing. Your immune system will resist fiercely until it is completely tamed by the virus. You will feel pain, very painful, and you want to bite your tongue and commit suicide. This is the price of transformation."

He took out a flashlight and opened Su Mu's upper and lower lips with great enthusiasm, intending to open his mouth-

Su Mu bit his finger.

The rubber smelled strong and smelly, but Su Mu still bit it hard and never let it go.

Fungoe Masayo's surgical gloves must be specially made, tough and thick, and it is difficult to bite through. However, Su Mu's teeth have always been very hard, and he quickly bites his pain and screams in horror.

He struggled desperately to get rid of his iron mouth and steel teeth, but things were not that easy.

While Masayo Fuki bent down, Su Mu took the opportunity to grab the flesh on his legs, twisted and pulled it hard. He grabbed the protective suit and grabbed the expensive trousers under the protective suit until his fingers were deeply trapped in the loose and lack of exercise. Given that both hands were handcuffed, this is what he could do now.

"Stop! Let go! How dare you do this?" Fukiyo Masayo shouted in horror, his voice trembling and hoarse.

This man had poor physical strength, and his struggle was so weak that it was not worth mentioning. His neck as thin as a chicken, if it weren't for the restraint belt, Su Mu felt that he could have twisted it off in five seconds.

"Please," Su Mu said coldly, "If you cry and beg me, or I will think about it."

"Let go! I order you to let go!"

"Oh oh, this tone is not good. You must be more humble, add some tears, and add some panic. Oh, forget about panic, I think you are already panicked enough. But not humble enough! Beg! Hurry up! Otherwise, I will tear your awesome protective suit, tear your high-end trousers that cost two thousand US dollars. When I pinch my nails into your knees and pull the flesh off your bones, it will be too late to beg for mercy."

Shingo Masao suddenly became soft and whimpered, "Please let go, please, this is uncivilized, this is not a way of communication between civilized people... Don't hurt me, let go, no..."

Su Mu continued to twist the fat meat on Yue Zhengyang's legs with force: "Stick to it, this is just a slight discomfort, and the situation will get better immediately."

The two of them tangled and made a lot of noise. They finally noticed outside the room.

Suddenly, the door of the room was suddenly knocked open, and several strong men rushed in, swinging the baton to smash Su Mu's face.

"Stop!" Chuanyue Masayo shouted, "You idiots! His value is incomparable. If you lose a hair, you will ask!"

The strong men immediately didn't dare to do anything, and they were anxious to flinch.

"Idiot! Idiot!" Fujinotsumasao cursed in anger, "Sedatisfied! Give him a sedatisfied!"

Now the strong men finally knew what to do. Someone took out a tube of needles from the medicine box next to him and stabbed Su Mu's arm.

The medicine comes very quickly. The muscles quickly become loose and the teeth can no longer bite.

Shingotsu Masayo quickly pulled his finger out of Su Mu's mouth. When he saw that the rubber gloves had been bitten through, there were two distinct blood-seeking teeth marks on it. His face was twisted, he cursed, and stared at Su Mu viciously: "You will definitely pay the price for today's recklessness!"

Because of struggle, the hood of his high-end protective suit was pulled off halfway, and the goggles were tilted to his chin. An ugly pig face was exposed, and because of excessive fear, it was purple like an unripe eggplant. He stepped back and gasped hard, his neck flushed red and his eyes were pale.

Su Mu smiled and raised two middle fingers to Chuanyue Masayo: "Go and get vaccinated, maybe you're infected too."

The familiar heaviness came again, and the eyelids drooped down uncontrollably. In front of me was a vast sea of ​​sleep.

A strange world of water.

In the dream, he found himself walking in a huge underground hall. There were countless glass bottles on both sides, and people were soaked in it. The dim light shone on them, and it was so quiet that there was no sound at all.

At this time, seven or eight indescribable giant wrist feet suddenly crashed into the hall, carrying the surging dark sea water. The glass bottles exploded one by one, and the people inside suddenly began to struggle. Their black mouths opened, and their voices were harsh.

There are so many dead people, so many. They must have been soaked for a long time, and their skin is sickly pale and wrinkled so hard that it is impossible to see. The fear of death is engraved on their faces, and it is a little crazy. Those dull and pale eyes, and stiff and swollen limbs, are extremely terrifying.

Why did these people die? He vaguely felt that he knew the answer, but unfortunately he couldn't remember it.

As he was rising and falling, there seemed to be a light above his head. He looked up and saw that the sky was full of boiling flames.

The flames fell, igniting the pitch-black water. In an instant, the entire hall burned.

Everything around was twisting. The flames were hot, and the beating flame tongue refracted various patterns.

Eyes, there are countless eyes in the flames. They look at themselves and observe silently.

The wrist foot and black water were forced back by the flames and hissed.

When the hall collapsed, Su Mu suddenly woke up.

The sheets were soaked and he found himself sweating profusely.

It's very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, like dying.

My whole body hurts, just like many small needles keep poking in the joints. My chest and stomach are also uncomfortable, and all kinds of pains are painful, twisting and twisting.

The room was very cold, and he was wearing only a thin light blue hospital gown and was still sweating.

The fever is severe and the virus is raging.

Close his eyes and he saw a dark sun. The evil flames were burning around him, pouring blood-red fire into the earth.

A bag of potion was hung on the infusion rack next to him, which flowed into his body in a cool way. This made him feel very comfortable and the pain temporarily disappeared.

Give me medicine to prove that I have not been given up yet.

Su Mu thought: I must have research value, otherwise I would have been dragged out and stuffed into a body bag.
Chapter completed!