One Thousand Six Hundred and Ninety Chapters Intrigue, Heartfelt Thanks

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Only when Luke expressed his dissatisfaction, the other party immediately changed his attitude and did not dare to show the face of the big Neon family.

In fact, the Shi Zhitian family was in front of Kreich, the head of the Hydra branch, and that was the case.

Saying it's a fart is a bit demeaning, but if you really don't want to give face, then you don't have to.

No matter how you say it, Kritch can be regarded as a "Jiangjiang official" of Hydra.

The official power he mastered in Neon, it is not easy to destroy the Shi Zhitian family, but it is not difficult to block it.

The reason why the research institute asked Kritch to be the intermediary is because he has official channels in Neon and can win the trust of the Shizhitian family.

Otherwise, the other party would have left Kritch behind to play.

Creech, on the other hand, was concerned with the results of the institute.

Unless he wanted to take a billion and eighty billion dollars from the Shi Zhitian family that day, the family would be of no use to him.

In short, it was just a potential prey for Creech, not even a rival.

Lifting Erlang's legs and holding up the teacup, Luke took a sip of the black tea.

The neon classical courtyard in summer is still very artistic.

On the other side, two people with ghosts in mind got together and were intriguing.

One of them was Shiro Ishida, who was full of age spots and stood on the bones.

The other is a middle-aged bald man with a few diagonal scars, who is the head of the secret research institute.

The two didn't try too much.

The last meeting was a test, and both parties knew that Shiro Ishida couldn't stand it for a long time.

Aging is sometimes scarier than cancer because it is irreversible.

Once a certain point is reached, the old man feels the countdown to his life.

The sense of despair that life slips out of the body all the time,

It is difficult for young people to understand.

Most people, at least in their 30s or 40s, will be shocked by the ruthlessness of time when they watch their young parents grow old and may pass away at any time.

After getting straight to the point, the two once again conducted a final negotiation for the previous differences.

Shiro Ishida requested detailed data on this treatment, and to have his men observe the subject's treatment in person.

Of course, people from Shi Zhitian do not require core data and experiments.

After all, the bald man with the scar is not like a person with a brain disability, and it is impossible to agree to such an outrageous request.

But even the main data and experiments are deeply involved in the secrets of the bald man, and they cannot agree.

After less than ten minutes of talking, the bald man suddenly shut up and tilted his head as if listening to something.

Shiro Ishida wondered: "Mr. Schreider?"

The bald man Shredder recovered and laughed: "Oh, what's the matter?"

Shiro Ishida was suspicious: "I hope you can understand that confirming safety is the premise of any treatment. If you don't let my medical staff know about it at all, it's impossible for me to accept this kind of treatment, because it may kill me immediately. "

Shredder turned her head to the side. There was only a young blond white woman in the room. She was wearing a white lab coat and was checking Ishida's physical condition in front of the monitoring equipment.

He nodded: "Yes, I agree with your point of view."

Shi Zhitian was stunned again: Is this about to let go?

But Schreider continued: "So, you don't have to make a choice, just accept it."

At the same time, there were several screams outside the yard, which were the voices of the guards.

Shiro Ishida felt a sudden shock, and his hand on the bed moved slightly: "Mr. Schreider, what do you mean?"

Shredder looked calm: "I will make you immortal, but loyalty is the price you have to pay."

Following his words, the four "people" who were skinny and slender opened the door and walked in.

In their hands, they dragged the bodies of eight security guards outside, leaving heavy bloodstains along the way.

Shiro Ishida narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Shredder laughed and opened the small box beside him.

In the box is a small syringe with a dark red liquid: "After using my "true blood", you will thank me like the most loyal servant."

Shi Zhitian said coldly, "Are you talking about slaves?"

Shredder didn't care, picked up the syringe, stood up and walked: "If you think so, that's right."

Looking at the old man's expression, he felt inexplicably being in control, and he explained casually: "Do you know vampires? This is how they create their relatives. A drop of their own true blood is enough to make ordinary people undead. ."

Shi Zhitian's eyes flickered, but a sneer appeared on his face: "So, you are just another vampire's subordinate?"

Shredder chuckled: "Of course not. I drained the vampire who gave me true blood, so he died and I was free."

While speaking, he had stood next to Shi Zhitian, inserted the syringe needle into the indwelling needle in his hand, and a stream of dark red blood flowed into the old man's thin arm.

Ishichida Shiro did not resist.

Schreider is no surprise.

The old man was so old that it was difficult to move his hands, which was only slightly better than being completely paralyzed.

Besides, if you want to live, it is not unacceptable to be a dog to others - at least many Neon people have this kind of consciousness, so they will always accept the education of American Dad's love.

And as a Neon mixed-race who grew up in Neon, Shredder knows this all too well.

This is a contradictory nation that is arrogant and inferior, submissive and crazy.

Arrogance and obedience are just the appearance of their acquired, inferiority complex and madness are indelible nature.

Seeing Shi Zhitian staring at him, the inexplicable look in his eyes, Schreider frowned, suddenly feeling a little weird.

However, he didn't think much of it.

Shi Zhitian's old and shriveled face filled up quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been added to the movie super.

He closed his eyes, shivered all over, and made intermittent, weird moans.

Within a few dozen seconds, the face changed from old to middle-aged, and finally turned into a look in his early twenties.

Finally, he opened his eyes, and the original whites and pupils were covered with a faint layer of dark red.

Shredder: "You can get up now."

Shi Zhitian, however, felt the vitality in his body with intoxication: "It's really amazing. Thank you, Mr. Shredder."

As soon as the voice fell, he got off the hospital bed and suddenly wrapped him in, disappearing into the room.

Shredder was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "I order you to come out immediately and kneel in front of me."

As a result... nothing happens.

Shredder frowned, feeling that the power to control his relatives was not unusual.

But the absence of Shi Zhitian was the biggest anomaly.

His face sank: "Tear down this bed."

The bed that Shi Zhitian slept on was a table-like thing, and Schreider suspected that it was a secret passage.

The vampire's control over his relatives is still affected by the distance, and it will basically fail if it exceeds 50 meters.

If you get away from Schreider quickly, Ishi Zhitian can indeed be free from Schreider's control.

As long as he hides in peace in the future, then this old guy can really live freely.