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Chapter 428 Chiyo’s next time will definitely happen

Ten ten p.m.

Normally, Tsukahara Hikoshiro would have gone to bed at this time, but the recent workload was so heavy that he had to take drugs and continue to fuck hard.

Tsukahara Hikoshiro is a standard scientific madman. He doesn't even care about his own body for research, let alone other people's bodies.

The life span of the physical body is short, but the research results can be passed on forever.

The man who made penicillin has long since died, but people still remember Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of penicillin.

Tsukahara Hikoshiro wanted to be like the kind of celebrity Aoshi, so he desperately wanted to develop a real superhuman potion.

Once this potion is successfully developed, Tsukahara Hikoshiro's name will forever be recorded in the history of various countries and even appear in textbooks.

Whenever people think of Superman Potion, they think of the developers.

Tsukahara Hikoshiro.

This is a name that lasts for eternity, and is far beyond what a life of just a few decades or hundreds of years can compare with.

Tsukahara Hikoshiro lowered his head and wrote the relevant formulas. It was very complicated and the room was very messy.

Apart from him, no one could find any pattern in such a messy room arrangement.

Most scholars who devote themselves to research will have this common problem.

It is also considered sloppy by some people who don’t understand.

Only Tsukahara Hikoshiro understood how tidy his room was, so tidy that he could find the information he wanted with his eyes closed.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded. Tsukahara Hikoshiro woke up from his research, turned around and said, "Who is it?"

The moment he finished speaking, he saw that the door had opened. The man standing at the door was wearing a white T-shirt and black trousers, and a gas mask on his face, making it impossible to identify his specific appearance.

"who are you?"

"Director Tsukahara, I originally wanted to deal with you silently, but I didn't expect that you would still be working at this hour."

Number Nine's tone was very gentle, and he took off the gas mask on his face. His blue eyes did not contain a trace of murderous intent, but Tsukahara Hikoshiro was clearly aware of his current dangerous situation.

"How could you come out of the laboratory?"

Tsukahara Hikoshiro looked surprised. Didn't it say that the door of the research room could withstand missile bombing?

Based on his research, the one-eyed monster transplanted and modified No. 9's right arm, and its strength did not reach beyond the ordinary, but only reached the peak level of the human body.

It is incomparable to the power of missiles, and it is impossible to destroy the door of the research room and get outside.

"Yousha help me deal with the American troops outside and let me out."

"I didn't expect that that cold woman would fall into your trap. How stupid!"

Tsukahara Hikoshiro showed a trace of annoyance on his face.

That woman should not have been allowed to participate in this experiment in the first place. I thought that her excellence and academic talent would be able to override the instinct in women.

It turned out that he was wrong.

A woman's indifference is limited to the fact that she has not met a truly suitable person. Once she meets someone, she will be more enthusiastic than anyone else.

"Please don't say that about Yousha."

"The person who killed her has no right to say this."

"I killed Yousha for her sake. She has developed a mentality that she can't live without me. Rather than letting her experience the pain of betrayal later, it's better to let her leave in happiness early."

No. 9 has his own logic for killing people and walked forward slowly.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Tsukahara Hikoshiro's forehead. His research has not been completed yet. Now that he is dead, he will not be able to gain any reputation.

"No. 9, your rejection is getting worse day by day, don't you want it to be resolved?

As long as you continue to let me study, I guarantee that I can get you back to normal! "

"Director Tsukahara, I have never been afraid of death."

No. 9 smiled. He knew that the rejection reaction in his body was getting worse. The painkillers only stopped his pain, but it did not mean that it would make him recover.

If he continues to aggravate the rejection reaction like this, he won't live long.

Let Tsukahara Hikoshiro study it, maybe it can extend some lifespan.

But he doesn't care how long he lives.

In a limited life, as long as you can experience the ultimate joy, that short life will have a value that cannot be matched by others.

"I just want it to go away like fireworks."

"Why do you want to kill me?"

Tsukahara Hikoshiro didn't quite understand what the other party was thinking. If it was hatred, it would be understandable, but he couldn't see a trace of hatred in No. 9's eyes.

No. 9 thought for a while and smiled: "Because I'm happy. When people are excited, they always do something different to express their inner joy."

Tsukahara Hikoshiro wanted to continue talking, but No. 9's right hand suddenly swelled and suddenly doubled in size from a normal arm. The blood-colored muscles swallowed up the surface skin, and the blood vessels and veins were exposed.

And at the tip of the hand are claws as sharp as daggers.

This is the ghost hand created by Superman's Potion X plus modification and grafting. It is powerful enough to knead human bones like potato chips.

For Nine, this is a very powerful force.

With his original strength, it is impossible to possess this kind of power in a short period of time.

In fact, in this transplant experiment, No. 9 was the only successful product.

Others did ghost hand experiments and either went crazy to death or died from convulsions.

All this seems to be due to his original body genes.

Another clone that also failed to awaken superpowers was unable to do this and died not long after the transplant.

But even if he has excellent genes, he cannot carry such power for a long time.

Number nine held Tsukahara Hikoshiro's head.

With a gentle squeeze, it was like popping a balloon, making a popping sound and crushing the person's head. The headless corpse fell outwards, spurting blood.

As a result, everyone in the entire institute has been killed.

No. 9's right arm shrank rapidly, and the flesh and blood seemed to be swallowed up by the surface skin, turning it into a normal human right arm again.

He felt no pain, put on the gas mask again, turned around and left.

The moonlight outside is dim.

The air sucked through the gas mask was stronger than staying inside. He looked at the scenery in the distance, which was the mountains, trees, sky, and moon mentioned in the book.

Everything in this world was full of novelty to No. 9. He looked around as if he were a panda that had just run down from the mountains, staring at everything in human society with dull eyes.

After a long time, No. 9 came to his senses and chose to drive away.

After crashing several cars, he finally figured out the specific functions of the accelerator, brake, and steering wheel.

Nine was in high spirits and drove away in another nice car.

……

Jingle Bell.

The phone call broke the silence of the bedroom.

He also woke up the two people sleeping on the bed. Qingze reached out to take it, but Chiyo Morimoto slapped him down.

"Don't answer my phone randomly, go to the living room and get me a glass of water."

Her voice added a touch of laziness to the softness, like a Persian cat stretching when it wakes up in the afternoon sun.

"Hey."

"Morimoto, something serious has happened!"

Jack's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, and he changed his words in an instant: "Is there anyone else with you?"

"Don't worry, I asked him to get some water."

In the darkness, a flash of embarrassment flashed across Chiyo Morimoto's face, and she knew Jack didn't mean to mock her.

She just murmured in her heart that she should not be too depraved, and did not disclose it to anyone, including Qingze.

Damn it, it’s all that kid’s fault, why is he so capable?

It made her unable to extricate herself.

Chiyo Morimoto glanced angrily at Aozawa who was walking outside.

He yawned, rubbed the corners of his eyes with his right hand, and once again felt a murderous intention towards the caller in his heart.

What kind of phone call would you make in the middle of the night?

He couldn't tell the time between work and get off work, so he left Chiyo's warm bed and went outside to enjoy the cold wind.

Now he has become a form where he can't fall asleep without holding Chiyo in his arms. He really wants to hold her in his arms all the time.

Chiyo Morimoto said: "What happened?"

"I just received news that No. 9 from Tsukahara Research Institute escaped and killed everyone in the institute. Seven CIA agents, including Zeref, died."

There was a hint of panic in Jack's tone.

Morimoto Chiyo put her hand on her forehead and said, "Isn't it you who let No. 9 go?"

"Of course not. My plan has not been implemented yet, but will some of my small actions towards the institute make others mistakenly think that I let No. 9 go on purpose?"

Jack felt that he was wronged. His plan had just begun, and he quietly transferred a sum of money to the secret account of the platoon leader stationed there.

The original plan was to let Number Nine go to cause Zeref to show his incompetence, but he would never let Number Nine kill everyone in the institute.

The results of Superman Drug X are still waiting for it.

How could he let Tsukahara Hikoshiro die?

It's just that No. 9's abilities are beyond imagination. He actually united with internal researchers to successfully escape from trouble.

Now Jack is worried that the superiors want to investigate the matter thoroughly. In that case, he will never be able to hide the money he transferred into the platoon leader's account.

"If I'm discovered, my future will be over."

"Calm down, as long as you are not involved, it's not a problem. Call John immediately, tell him the truth, and beg him to protect you."

Chiyo Morimoto's words stunned Jack, and he immediately shook his head and said: "No, I will be dismissed."

"Don't worry, the most he can do is scold you, but he won't remove you. He will even trust you more."

"Eh?!"

Jack was surprised by this answer, and thought about it again. If he didn't take the initiative to show off his cards, the truth of the matter would be investigated, and the result would be even more unfavorable to him.

"What you said makes sense, I'll call him right away."

"Ah."

Chiyo Morimoto hung up the phone with a hint of thoughtfulness in her eyes.

Things got troublesome. Hikoshiro's death meant that the research on Superman Potion X was interrupted.

What will be the consequences of Takashi Sunaga taking the medicine?

She hasn't thought it through yet.

The door opened, Qingze smiled and shook the milk in the cup, and said with a smile: "Chiyo, there is no water, the refrigerator only has milk.

I'll heat you up a cup. Do you want to drink it? "

Seeing that there was no heat in the cup, Chiyo Morimoto naturally understood what the heat was and thought to herself, this is the last time this week.

The next time is next week on Sunday.

(End of this chapter)