Doctor, your stitching hand is shaking. "
Xing Qing licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and put the muzzle of the gun against Xu Chi's waist. The body under the white coat was warm and fresh. He was the "executioner" he had been looking for for three years.
Xu Chi's sutures tightened around Xing Qing's collarbone: "This is the third time. "The eyes behind the lenses were as calm as if they were dissecting a corpse," If you break into my clinic again, I will sew your intestines into your stomach. "
The human experiment five years ago destroyed two geniuses.
Xing Qing is the only surviving experimental subject with a miniature bomb buried in his spine.
Xu Chi is the crown prince of a medical group, and his hands are stained with the blood of countless "samples".
When Xing Qing tore open the door of the clinic, they all knew——
This was no chance encounter, it was a signal that the hunt had begun.
Your father put toys in my head. "Xing Qing pulled open his collar to reveal the serial number tattoo, "Now is it my son's turn to get the data? "
Xu Chi's scalpel opened the old wound on his abdomen: "No." The tip of the knife picked out a transmitter, "I'll teach you how to defuse a bomb."
In this game full of lies
Every scar of Xing Qing is a bait, and every treatment of Xu Chi is a trap.
The most deadly things are never guns and poison——
But the way Xing Qing looked at Xu Chi when he was about to die,
and Xu Chi's trembling fingertips as he sutured the wound.
Concept: Two lunatics