Chapter 193 Insulin

Klaus followed the prison guards into the prison, and most of the people were already asleep at this time. [Full text reading] Klaus carefully observed the environment inside. If something goes wrong, Klaus must do his best.

A series of prison doors were opened, and the prison guards in each area were different people. Every time he passed through a door, Klaus' heart tightened. If anyone asked about his mask, he said he couldn't smell inside the prison. After walking for about twenty minutes, Klaus was finally led to Chernenko's cell.

"Chernenko, get up and stand by the wall, I want to open the door!" The prison guard yelled inside, and then raised his flashlight to shine into the cell. Chernenko stood up slowly, rubbing his eyes, shuffled to the wall, faced the wall, and put his hands on the wall.

The iron door of the cell was opened by the prison guard. Klaus held the guard and whispered in his ear: "Don't follow, this guy is infected with syphilis, and the bottom is rotten like a ripe tomato. I'm afraid of disgusting you!"

Hearing this, the prison guard immediately stopped in his tracks, and looked inside contemptuously. This guy has worked in the prison for many years. Many people in the prison have syphilis. This is mainly because many people like tattoos, and the sharing of tattoo tools makes the cross-infection in the prison very serious. Most of the prison guards are no longer surprised by this incident, but many of them are still disgusted to death in the face of that festering wound.

The prison guard didn't even take a look inside. He leaned against the wall and waited for the doctor to finish his work inside. Klaus, disguised as a doctor, walked into the cell, and said to Chernenko, who was lying on the wall, "Turn around, please!"

Klaus kept Chernenko's appearance firmly in his mind. Although he had only seen Chernenko's photos, he still recognized Chernenko as the boss's target at a glance.

"Chernenko, there is something wrong with your medical report. I suspect that you may be infected with hepatitis. I need to draw some blood for you!" Klaus said, fooling Chernenko.

"No, doctor?" Although Chernenko said no, he still rolled up his sleeves worriedly. Klaus signaled Chernenko to sit by the bed, then skillfully took out a syringe and a rubber band from the medicine box, and tied it on Chernenko's arm with the rubber band. After finding the position of the vein, he used alcohol to Sterilized with iodine, and then stuck the needle in!

Although Klaus is a killer, he still has basic medical skills, which are required courses for intelligence and military personnel. They are all techniques that can be used when performing tasks, and Klaus's posture made Chernenko have no doubts at all.

A few minutes later, Klaus pulled out the needle, injected blood into the test tube, and said to Chernenko: "Press with a cotton swab for a while!"

Chernenko followed his advice and thought it was over. Klaus said to him suddenly, getting up, going to the wall,

Take off your pants.

"Why?" Chernenko asked both surprised and angrily.

"Check your syphilis and see what's going on!" Klaus replied without changing his expression.

"Syphilis, no, I don't have it! You don't need to check it!" Chernenko flatly refused.

"In this kind of place, you will have it sooner or later, it's just a matter of one day sooner or later! Unless you don't go to the toilet or take a shower!" Klaus threatened Chernenko.

"Why do you say that?" Chernenko was obviously frightened by Klaus' words, and he couldn't help asking.

"Do you know why this prison is so popular with prisoners? Because it houses the best tattoo artists in the entire Soviet Union! They use urine mixed with burnt rubber to make paint, and they have the habit of sharing tattoo tools! It won't be long before all the prisoners here will become syphilis carriers, do you think you can survive in this environment?" Klaus explained to Chernenko half-truthfully.

Chernenko hesitated for a long time, and finally did as Klaus said. He took off his pants, leaned on the wall with his buttocks up, and let Klaus observe his private parts. Klaus observed it pretendingly, and wiped Chernenko's private parts with tweezers with an alcohol cotton ball a few times, then heaved a long sigh.

"Doctor, could it be... Am I infected?" Chernenko asked worriedly.

"Hmm! You have some infection there. If you don't control it, it will soon be like a rotten watermelon!" Klaus replied in a serious tone.

"Doctor, you have to save me! I don't want to get this disease!" Chernenko begged Klaus.

"I only have penicillin, and only penicillin can control the disease. I can give you an injection. Are you allergic to penicillin?" Klaus was waiting for this sentence, and he asked hurriedly.

"No allergies!" Chernenko replied hastily.

"Have you had any other antibiotics recently?" Klaus asked.

"No!" Chernenko denied.

"Then I'll increase or decrease your dose!" Klaus finished speaking, and took out a new injection kit from the medicine box. He asked Chernenko to lie down with his back to him, and Klaus did not Instead of picking up penicillin, he picked up two bottles of insulin and sucked them into the needle tube. This kind of thing was originally used for diabetics to lower blood sugar. If ordinary healthy people used it, it would definitely be life-threatening.

Klaus wanted to use this method to kill Chernenko without anyone noticing. Only when he left the cell, Chernenko was still alive and kicking could he escape safely. Klaus didn't have the slightest worry now. The training he had received over the years allowed him to remain calm at critical moments. Klaus stably inserted the needle into Chernenko's muscle, and then slowed down. Push the syringe slowly. The movements were done neatly and in one go. After everything was done, Chernenko thanked Klaus, then put on his trousers and lay back on the bed. Klaus packed up his belongings and said to Chernenko. Goodbye and left. The prison guard waiting outside saw Chernenko turn over, as if he was about to go back to sleep, so he locked the cell door.

Just like when he came in just now, Klaus followed the prison guard through the iron gates one after another. After leaving the prison smoothly, he walked across the wide playground and returned to the hospital. Then he put the medicine box back to its original place without haste, cleaned up all the fingerprints, and then left the prison by the same route.

Klaus returned to the water, and he tried to minimize the frequency of breathing, and carefully swam back. After the searchlight swept over his head, he slowly climbed out of the water to the shore. The companions who had been waiting for a long time rushed over to help him.

"Did you succeed?" Niku asked nervously.

"It couldn't have been smoother!" Klaus replied happily.