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However, the guns of the special forces and prison officers were still aimed at Rimbaud at the top of the tower.
The warden stood under the Eiffel Tower, with his black umbrella on the ground, his hands lightly placed on the handle of the umbrella, and he signaled everyone to put down their guns, looked up at the mermaid at the top, and released a pheromone expressing respect.
The pheromone floated to the heights, Rimbaud smelled the smell, the godless blue eyes and pupils converged into thin lines, the fish tail loosened, and fell rapidly from a high altitude. With Rimbaud's body suspended at a height of one meter from the ground.
The warden took off his crooked military cap and bowed his head to Rimbaud in a gentlemanly manner.
The unsatisfactory etiquette relieved the stern expression between Rimbaud's brows. He leaned on the beam at the bottom of the tower with his head supported, and responded with a light hum.
"You don't have to be so hostile to me, I just make sure that some experimental subjects are not a threat to mankind based on the principle of being responsible to all mankind."
Rimbaud glanced at his nails: "You are still alive, which is proof that we have no threat."
The warden laughed: "I only take away something that doesn't matter to you. What I'm looking for is not your beloved alpha, but a black panther experiment similar to him, have you seen it?"
Lanbo thought for a while, Xiaobai seemed to mention that there was such a guy beside the reptile, but he didn't go into details.
The PBB special forces escorted the dying Witch Hazel back to Port M. The Witch Hazel wore special handcuffs on both hands, and a gland suppressor was inserted into the back of his neck to prevent him from violently injuring others.
The police officers of the international prison walked over to hand over to the troops. The purchase invoice of the witch hazel is in the hands of the red-throated bird. The red-throated bird terrorist organization is not an internationally recognized legal organization. Therefore, the witch hazel is equivalent to an unsupervised experimental body, and must be controlled by the red-throated bird. The International Prison is personally supervised.
Without the heavy burden on his body, Witch Hazel is much more relaxed, no matter whether he is about to enter the prison or return to the red-throated bird, he can't make him feel afraid.
Witch Hazel lowered his head and was stuffed into an armored escort vehicle by the officers of the International Prison.
Yan Yi regretted not being able to bring Witch Hazel back to the headquarters. The more experimental subjects the International Prison has, the more weight he has to speak at the meeting. He stared at the back of the young man who was stuffed into the escort car for a long time. of familiarity.
The detection radar showed that there were still experimental objects around, but they flashed within the detection range and then disappeared.
The warden waited for a while in front of the radar operation screen. The PBB special forces and the international prison police were searching for the M port. From the beginning to the present, the search operation has been going on for about four hours. Finish.
At the time of their search, the IOA team, except Rimbaud, had already taken the ferry to the open sea.
The five people hid in the cabin to rest. Xiao Xun was treated by the PBB Thunder rescue team. The broken leg bone was repaired as before, and he was fine in bed rest for a few days.
Bi Lanxing helped Lu Yan to move the heavy mummy to the side of the cabinet and fasten it with vines. No one can say whether this thing will move without the witch hazel. It is better to tie it up to be on the safe side.
Lu Yan settled down on the mummy, then sat on the ground, tore off some manuscript paper and began to fold the paper cranes, putting them together with the corpse of the little lion cub in the backpack, busy for a long time.
Han Xingqian sat opposite him and helped him deal with the injury to his left eye.
Although the experimental subject won't die from being hit by a witch worm's gun, the self-healing speed will be very slow, especially for the delicate and fragile parts of the eyes, even Bai Chunian will take at least a month to recover as before.
Xiao Xun didn't walk very neatly. He leaned on the floor and rubbed over. He lowered his head and said to Bai Chu young: "Thank you, instructor."
"Oh, no thanks." Bai Chu Young said in an understatement.
Xiao Tun frowned and blamed himself: "I was distracted during the battle, and... I didn't trust my teammates."
"Do you believe it now?"
"Um."
"It's alright, I'm also at fault." Bai Chunian felt a little bit sorry for letting the student fall and fracture, "I have to blame Brother Han for this, I thought he would catch you first if I kicked you down, what am I going to do? Know that Brother Han is only staring at me? Brother Han really loves me."
"Shut up." Han Xingqian lifted his bandage, his eyeballs were already bloody and only the residue was left, revealing the dark eye sockets. Carrion and new polyps stuck to the bandage, and when it was torn off, the nerves were affected.
Bai Chunian hissed and sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Hold it up." Han Xingqian gave him two injections of anesthesia in the eye socket, concentrated on disinfecting him, and cut the polyp. The bullet was embedded in the eye socket and could only be extracted with surgical forceps.
Bai Chunian: "Hey, you almost stabbed the back of my head."
Han Xingqian: "The bullet is embedded in the depths, what can I do?"
"Put it in there, don't worry about it, it's just a warhead. It'll be done when you heal yourself and bury it in it."
"If you don't take it out, you will have trouble going through the security check, bear with it and don't be squeamish."
"It really hurts." Bai Chunian had no choice but to hold the gun of Witch Hazel and divert his attention.
He gently touched the silk cocoon wrapped around the butt of the gun, the glands inside were warm, still beating, and exuded the smell of poppy pheromone.
"Is it the glands of the relatives of the Witch Hazel." Bai Chunian tried to see through the silk cocoon with light, "Looking at his personality, it doesn't look like he would kill his own family, so he was forced? How could he leave the gun in his hand?"
Bai Chunian thought with a bang.
He put the muzzle of the gun on his forearm, pulled the trigger, and the bullet penetrated his forearm, leaving a blood hole and the bullet embedded in the opposite wall.
A strange scene appeared. The bullet hole on the forearm quickly recovered and healed without leaving any traces.
"Ah, as expected, it won't work in someone else's hands." Bai Chunian touched his chin and realized, "Then I reasonably guess that the glands belong to that mummy. The person is cold, and the glands are still there."
Several people were shocked by his sudden shot, and they all turned to look at Bai Chunian. Han Xingqian called him a lunatic.
"I must investigate this matter clearly." Bai Chunian thought thoughtfully, this matter has a lot to do with the 109 Research Institute, and the act of directly transforming human beings can be said to be a serious violation of ethics. If it is exposed, it will definitely cause an uproar in society. .