Chapter 425 Bringing the Hero Home

After figuring out the key, Xiuens' tone became urgent.

"Doctor! I think you need to try to transform her."

In response, the doctor still shook his head.

He sighed for a long time, and then said to Xiuens:

"From the tone of your two, I can feel the importance of this characteristic."

"But don't forget that it was Mr. Shadow who asked the prison doctor to keep her vital signs."

"I guess Shadow should have some plans for her."

"If we make such a decision on our own, it may cause some irreparable losses."

As he said, he looked at Xiuens and said calmly:

"And Dr. Xiuens, don't forget what our purpose is this time."

After listening to the doctor's words, Xiuens could only give up his idea even if he was unwilling.

Then the doctor told the prison doctor about his purpose.

The prison doctor was also very generous and took out a tube of tranquilizer directly from his medical box.

He also told the doctor:

"Ordinary people can't bear this dose."

"Even after dilution, there will be some side effects."

Hearing this, the doctor frowned.

"Side effects? For example?"

The prison doctor thought for a few seconds, then replied:

"For example, addiction."

As soon as this was said, the scene fell into silence.

After a few seconds, the doctor seemed to have a sore throat, and he coughed a few times.

"Cough cough cough!"

"Did I hear correctly just now? You seem to be talking about addiction?"

The prison doctor nodded and responded:

"According to your pharmacology, it is indeed addictive."

The doctor and Xiuens looked at each other, and then the doctor continued to ask:

"So what are the consequences of long-term intake?"

The prison doctor pinched his beak and fell into thought again.

This time, he spent a particularly long time thinking.

Fortunately, the patience of the doctor and Xiuens was still acceptable.

After a long time, the prison doctor shook his head and said:

"I don't know the details, you need to experiment on your own."

After explaining, the prison doctor drove the two out of the holding room.

The two stood outside the door, and the doctor held the tranquilizer in his hand.

Xiuns groaned and said:

"There have been too many experiments recently, and the consumables are not enough."

The doctor's expression also became solemn.

He looked at Xiuens and said in a deep voice:

"I heard that the consumables warehouse of C04 shelter has been idle since its establishment."

Xiuns spread his hands helplessly and said:

"What should we do? We can't force them to catch them, right?"

The doctor also sighed.

Forced arrest is definitely not possible.

Besides, their C03 shelter has also turned to the backstage.

Even if there are new consumables, they will not be sent here.

Because they are no longer in the establishment of the prison guards.

The two stood there hesitating for a long time, and finally the doctor sighed and said:

"It seems that we should join the Saints as soon as possible."

"Maybe there are endless consumables there."

Xiuns nodded first, then pointed to the tranquilizer in the doctor's hand and said:

"What about this? Put it aside first?"

The doctor sighed helplessly and said:

"First, find a way to recall those retired prison guards and complete their transformation first."

"As for the tranquilizer, copy it first, and I will try to conduct experiments in the dream world."

Xiuns pondered for a moment, and he seemed to find no better way.

So he had to agree to this proposal.

Soon, the prison guards who were disabled due to injuries received the recall information.

The message was very short, with only one sentence.

[Civilization needs you! ]

The first reaction of those who received the message was shock.

Because they had left the prison guards, they did not have access to the internal network.

Therefore, they could only communicate privately with other familiar colleagues.

In a dilapidated apartment building in the Magic City.

An old man sat in a wheelchair, holding a bed sheet in his hand.

He put the bed sheet on his legs.

He sighed as he looked at the information in the communicator.

Then he looked at the iron bed in front of him.

There was another old man lying on the bed.

Compared to him, who still had a wheelchair to sit on, the old man on the bed had completely lost his limbs, like a human pig.

The bed sheet was filthy, and the room was filled with the smell of human excrement.

The old man in the wheelchair grabbed the filthy bed sheet and pulled it off with all his strength.

Then he put the washed bed sheet on the mattress.

After doing all this, he seemed a little tired.

But he still gritted his teeth and controlled the wheels of the wheelchair with his hands with great difficulty.

It took him an hour to spread the bed sheet.

Then he made himself a pot of tea.

He took a sip of tea and then whispered to the old man on the bed:

"Brother, I received the recall message."

"I have also responded to the organization."

"I don't know what happened."

"Maybe the situation is so serious that we, the disabled, need to return to the battlefield."

As he spoke, two lines of tears slid down his eyes.

"I may not be able to continue to take care of you."

The old man lying on the bed suddenly burst into a gleam of light in his eyes.

His body twisted wildly on the bed, and his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't make any sound.

The old man sitting in the wheelchair supported his body with difficulty, and then reached out and patted the other person gently, as if to comfort him.

"I have sent the retirement pension for both of us to your wife."

"That money should be enough for their family to live well for the rest of their lives."

"But don't worry, I didn't tell him the truth."

"I think it's better to let her think you're dead than to let her see what you look like now."

"Maybe it will be better for her."

"Don't blame me for taking the initiative."

Hearing this, the old man lying on the bed turned his head and looked at the other person.

Turbid tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, soaking a large area of ​​the pillow.

The wheelchair turned, and the old man controlled the wheelchair with difficulty and walked towards the kitchen.

His hand holding the wheel hub couldn't stop shaking.

After a long time, he walked out of the kitchen.

When he came to the bed again, he was holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

The old man lying on the bed seemed to have known his fate.

His eyes became calm when he looked at the old man in the wheelchair.

Then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled and nodded at the other party.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The sound was very urgent.

Then the door was instantly blown open.

The two people in the room looked towards the door together.

I saw a team of well-equipped prison guards and special warfare soldiers rushing into the room.

The leading soldier gently took the kitchen knife from the old man in the wheelchair.

Then he took off his tactical mask, revealing his resolute face and whispered:

"I'm here to take the hero home."