DC Tyrant

In the white room, it has become an operating room.

Jenny and the old man, Dean Boli, were all wearing light green sterile surgical gowns, sterile latex gloves, disposable sterile hats, and masks.

There are also two other thugs beside them to assist them, and several tall soldiers are on standby not far away.

Anesthetized by a larger amount of anesthesia in the past, Bardi had broad shoulders and a thick back, and a majestic figure. Even when he was lying on the operating table, the outline of the muscles in his back gave people a sense of stalwartness. No wonder Slade had an intuition about him. Dangerous.

The green slightly close-fitting sterile surgical gown perfectly set off Jenny's slender and graceful figure.

It was just the beautiful eyes on her face, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot and widened, making her whole body tense and tense.

She hadn't slept for two days, and every moment of her tense nerves replayed in her head, which was about Badi's operation this time.

She was too concerned, too nervous, too attached to this operation.

It is about Badi's future. She really doesn't want Badi to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. She wants to walk hand in hand with him for the rest of her life.

The blueprint for the future constructed by Badi completely fascinated her, so that her heart was filled with Badi's words and feelings, and she couldn't extricate herself.

Jenny bit her lower lip heavily, the pain stimulated her nerves, Bardi was waiting for her on the operating table, trusting her.

"Jenny, are you alright!"

The old man, Dean Boli, pretended to ask a question of concern. He could see that Jenny attached great importance to this operation.

But it's useless, the result has long been in the hands of Slade and Dean Bory and will not change.

In fact, whether it was Slade, Dean Bory, or Bardi, they all understood that Jenny was really just a **** in their hands, acting in the way they expected.

The difference is that the old man Boli did not know that Badi was also a chess player and was lurking waiting for the day to see the sun.

Slade was vigilant, so he was on guard against Bardi.

Bardi lurks silently, showing what they want as they want.

Jenny shook her head gently, holding a scalpel, holding her breath, and began to perform surgery on Bardi's generous back.

The cold and sharp scalpel in her hand cut through the muscle fibers of Bardi's back, just like cutting through cow leather, and it was difficult to see the flesh and the deep white spine.

Jenny was calm and focused. At this moment, she forgot the tiredness she had not rested for two days, her mental focus improved, she saw the spine, and took the pulse that could release the pulse from Dean Boli next to her just as she thought. The steel needle is passed to stabilize the nerve fibers near the spine and access the bone marrow nerves.

After more than half an hour of focused fine-tuning.

Finally, she closed the cut back flesh.

The final form is like a needle inserted into the back of Bati's neck and spine. The back end of the needle is connected to a long guide wire, which is connected to a reclining metal wheelchair. There is a controllable screen behind the wheelchair. Badi's heart rate can be monitored at any time, lie detectors, these are what Jenny knows.

What Jenny didn't know, the wheelchair could also use electric shocks and release toxins to control Bardi's life.

The pulsed radio frequency needle can cut off the action responses of the limbs below the neck of Badi. The reflex nerves of the limbs will not be transmitted to the neurons in the head, but are directly derived from the pulsed radio frequency needle, so that Badi cannot send commands from the head and control the body. .

The old man, Dean Boli ordered several soldiers on standby to lift Bardi to a metal wheelchair. The guide wire connected to the magnetic field pulse radio frequency needle was drawn into the wheelchair hole step by step. The back seat of the wheelchair lay down, and Bardi lay down. In the metal wheelchair, metal rings appeared from the wheelchair, imprisoning his legs, waist, and wrists.

Jenny sweated finely on her forehead, took off her mask, and looked at Badi's sturdy, masculine face, she couldn't help but let out a breath and smiled warmly.

Most of the completion has been completed, and the rest is waiting for Badi to wake up and turn on the blocking pulse information of the pulsed radio frequency. On the contrary, that is the most critical time. She needs to adjust it carefully, not too big, not too small, she has already I have used the instrument to measure it, but I am still afraid that if I am not careful, it is easy to make Badi permanently paralyzed and unable to recover.

She turned around and walked behind the wheelchair. She clicked on the control keyboard on the back of the wheelchair, and finally checked the setting of the pulsed radio frequency; so she did all this by herself. The operation is considered difficult, but it is not difficult to complete in her hands.

What's more, she cares and messes up.

It was not until all the settings were completed that she breathed a sigh of relief, her legs were sore and weak, and the feeling of weakness that seemed to be hollowed out of her internal organs flooded her face with fatigue.

She rested her fingers on the wheelchair, looked at Bardi's face carefully, and remembered the story of the deep knife scar, his past, and her own future.

After everyone left the white room, Jenny's tired face gently kissed Badi's cheek, stroked his hair, and turned off the light without giving up.

The white room fell into darkness, she left here, rested, and waited for Badi's awakening tomorrow.

…

Night, dark.

A thin body entered the white room in a grand manner. Behind the wheelchair of Bardi, the ten fingers kept readjusting the pulse information. The real pulse fluctuation was concealed under the nerve pulse information set by Jenny.

"Tsk..."

The voice full of disdain seemed to snort casually, and the footsteps gradually moved away from the white room.

Badi's eyelids seemed to tremble a little, and then they sank again.

…

the next day.

Badi's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. The aftereffects of a large number of anesthetics made it difficult for his body to move and respond, but Wei Wei could still feel that his body was still there.

Feeling that he was lying on the wheelchair, the back of his neck was as cold as a needle inserted into his spine, Badi's heart was calm, he knew that from now on this wheelchair could detect his heartbeat and test himself for lies. To deal with, need to be more careful.

But at the same time, Badi also knew that he had the opportunity to act. Instead of being imprisoned forever in a white room, this step is a leap-forward journey, even though his freedom and actions are driven by others with the help of electricity from behind.

Seeing Badi awake, Jenny, who had been waiting for a long time, showed a smile on her face: "You're awake."

Badi responded with a slight smile, but did not wait to speak.

Standing at the same side in a military uniform, Slade said coldly: "Let's start, the anesthetic is about to expire." There are soldiers standing with guns behind him, and there are also soldiers arranged outside the door, which can be said to be heavily guarded.

The old man, Dean Boli, has checked everything and made sure that Bardi can't move in this situation, but Slade is still on guard in his own way.

Jenny ignored Slade. She hated this soldier who targeted Badi. She only thought he was an ugly, annoying soldier who didn't even want to answer what he said.

Jenny held Badi's big hand tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness and worry, and she didn't ignore Slade's seriousness until Badi nodded lightly and gave her great support and confidence. Blackface, left Badi's hand, came to the back of the wheelchair, and started the pulse radio frequency blockade.