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Volume 1 Chapter 248 The Dead Wife

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    Chapter 248: Dead Wife

    A drop of warm tears fell on Kleist¡¯s left cheek.  It was wet and had a very uncomfortable itching feeling.

    "Listen, II'm sorry about what happened that time. Doctor, III didn't want toI, I meanthen, at that time, you were just an ordinary person. You,  You should understand that it's not my fault¡ª"

    Kleist kept repeating a few simple words over and over again, trying his best to show that he had no major mistakes worth mentioning.  But he didn't notice at all - in the depths of Randwalk's green eyes, the sadism and hatred were slowly being released as the liquid poured out of his tear ducts.

    "You are right - in this dirty wasteland world, ordinary people are indeed just pigs and dogs without status and rights. Only evolved people are the kings who rule over everything. You can arbitrarily deprive others of everything, property, and life.  , dignity, freedom Hahahahaha! This is a fucking bastard world."

    Randwalk smiled and cursed.  This rarely happens to him.  He flexibly turned the scalpel between his fingers, gently stroked Kleist's chest with his left hand, and very maliciously picked up a thick, long, black chest hair and broke it with all his strength.

    The sudden pain in his chest made the corners of Kleist's eyes jump instinctively.  The corners of his mouth twitched, and the muscles all over his body were as stiff as stone. He twisted his cheeks and managed to squeeze out a very ugly smile that could not be distinguished from his true face.

    "II can make it up to you. Women, money, poweras long as you speak, everything is fine. I can even"

    "What use do I need those things for?"

    Randwalk suddenly stretched out his fingers, grasped the hair of Kleist who was unable to move on the bed, shook it from side to side, and roared angrily: "You killed Jenny, she, she is my only wife-"

    This sentence sounds a bit strange, but Kleist did not notice anything special about it.  Being restrained by the potion, he could only look at the furious doctor silently. He understood very well why Randwalk was in so much pain.  Kleist considers himself ruthless. As his evolutionary power continues to increase, he gains more and more power within the "Devil's Claw". Countless people have died indirectly or directly at his hands.  But deep in his mind, there was always Jenny's gray and slender figure.  She will only appear in her sleep.  Accompanied by the wails of the dead and countless miserable and terrifying faces.  There was blood and fire, as well as countless dry and pale bones, and it was impossible to tell whether they were human or animal bones.  Her appearance has become very blurry, sometimes frighteningly clear.  The face that only appeared in the memory was no longer beautiful and refined, but was filled with the gray color of the dead, with blood flowing from the corners of the eyes and lips.  She kept smiling and slowly walked towards her, until she was within a stone's throw of her, then she suddenly tore her clothes.

    That curved and convex body has rotted into a remnant that exudes a disgusting stench.  The breasts that should have swelled high were replaced by several curved ribs.  Their surfaces were covered with pus-black, dirty carrion, and strips of fat, round white maggots emerged from time to time.

    Although he was not wearing any clothes and the temperature in the room was not too high, Kleist felt that his palms were covered with sweat, and the warm blood seemed to have filled every corner of his body, making his chest feel tight and panicked.  , uncontrollable fear.

    "IIas long as it's what you want, I, I can give it to you¡ª"

    Kleist murmured feebly.

    "Give it to me? What can you give me?"

    Randwalk sneered "hehehehe" and laughed at his naivety: "You can't give me anything -"

    "Dana is a person who should be sent to hell forever and can never be freed. He is extremely sinful -"

    Randwalk's face has gradually returned to calm. At such a close distance, Kleist clearly saw the coldness in those two eyes.  There is no tolerance or mercy at all.

    He just doesn¡¯t understand why Randwalk suddenly mentioned his last name?

    "Since the 20th century, Dana has become a mafia family with power throughout North America and Europe. As far as I know, you are not a direct blood relative of the Dana family, but a side branch born from a marriage of interests. Nuclear war is in  While destroying the civilization of the old era, it also destroyed the foundation that the Mafia had worked hard for hundreds of years. During the war, almost all direct blood relatives at that time died. In the entire Dana family, only your father and two other male members were left.  In a hurry, I was able to enter the underground shelter. I have to admit that the succession order of the Mafia family is indeed very strict. They faithfully follow the family's legacy, and your uncle succeeds as the head of the family. In other words, the "Devil's Claw" is actually  In the wastelandThe Mafia continues to rule the world underground.  "

    Randwalk's slender fingers slowly rubbed the muscles on Kleist's chest and shoulders, and said lightly: "The cooperation between the Dana family and the Rockefeller family began as early as the Great American Migration.  Due to the mutual need for interests and actual control, the Mafia will follow Rockefeller's requirements and, on the premise of receiving sufficient compensation, help them deal with some special problems that cannot be solved by normal means. Kidnapping, killing, stealing or snatching business secrets  Due to Rockefeller's protection and deliberate support, the Dana family has always maintained core control of the Mafia. Even when the situation was at its worst, they only temporarily gave up part of their power to their opponents, without any loss of strength.  damage."

    Kleist is a little strange - why would Randwalk bring the topic to this?  But his heart trembled subconsciously following the other person's words. It was an inexplicable fear of the unknown.

    "Rockefeller is like a huge octopus. Its tentacles can extend to every corner of the world in the old days. They will not let go of anything and technology that may bring benefits, regardless of whether they are allowed or refused, they have  The way is to let the owner give it away and turn it into his own possession."

    "If you have read the old April 2001 issue of the Lancet journal, you will definitely notice that there is an article titled "Neuroenhancement and Decomposition of the Body." When this article was published,  I had just been recognized as a member of the Royal Council of Medicine. At that time, the biotechnology I had mastered had far exceeded the normal range acceptable to the human medical community. The Rockefeller family also took a fancy to my research. They requested  I joined a specially set up scientific research institution in the United States and purchased the data in my hands for US$200 million. Thinking about it now I was too young at that time. I actually believed in "Science belongs to all mankind"  Such nonsense. In order to avoid Rockefeller, I took Jenny from Miami to Atlanta, and from London to Plymouth, Egypt, Congo, Nigeria, Monaco Almost every few months, we were forced to change  Residence. In order to get what he wanted, Rockefeller did use any means. The Dana family who accepted the commission sent hundreds of killers to round up me. They killed all my family members and froze my bank account. In the most difficult time, I  Jenny and I even stayed in the mountains of India for more than two weeks, relying only on wild fruits and animal meat for food. You know? At that time, I was scared to death, but I happen to be a very stubborn person. The more they tried to force me to  The more things, the more I would rather die than say a word."

    "In Belgium in 2009, by a very chance, I met the cardinal of the Vatican. Using the method of replacing body organs, I cured the Meniere's syndrome that had troubled him for many years. In return  , he promised to disguise Jenny and I as clergy, leave with the inspection team, and arrange them in a Russian parish incognito. Just half an hour before we were about to board the plane, the Mafia killers who had received the news also rushed to the outside of the airport. In order  To lure them away, Jenny knocked me unconscious, took off her black nun's robe and rushed out of the airport. In the chaos, the gunmen beat her beyond recognition. When I woke up, two full days had passed. I couldn't do anything.  I can only stay in a small village near Siberia in obscurity, praying and crying all day long in front of the dilapidated church and icons."

    Randwalk¡¯s voice was dull, but Kleist¡¯s voice sounded deafening.  He didn't even dare to look directly into Randwalk's green eyes.  It was as cold as ice and as sharp as a knife.

    "I have always wanted revenge. I wanted to kill everyone in the Dana family and the Rockefeller family. Maybe it was God's will! I did not die in the war and was very lucky to survive. Leaving the underground shelter, I was in a family  I found some medical equipment in the abandoned hospital that was not completely damaged and could still be used. Relying on these things, as well as a few nails taken from Jenny that I had hidden in the wedding ring, I successfully cloned her. You  I simply couldn't imagine the scene when I saw her walking out of the training chamber. She had no memory or any active thinking. She was just a body with the exact same appearance as Jenny. I held her and cried - I need a wife,  God gave me a woman without a soul. What is lost can never be regained. She is just a memory that exists in the depths of my mind, a symbol that cannot appear."

    Randwalk sat on a chair, looking across Kleist's body and directly onto the white wall opposite.  He seemed to be able to see through this blockage that blocked his sight, and kept looking towards the distant end of the illusion.

    "She is no longer the original Jenny. In order to regain her lost soul, I taught her to learn to speak and read again like a child. She studied very seriously, although her intellectual evolution could not keep up.The speed of physical development, but she has slowly grown into a real woman, one and Jenny gradually overlapped, and the two were finally able to transcend the limitations of time and death and become the wife I am familiar with.  "

    At this point, Randwalk paused, and his dull gaze fell on the center of Kleist's sight: "You know? During that time, I thought about giving up revenge. Whether it was the Dana family or the Rockefeller family, their life or death  It¡¯s no longer that important. The wilderness is full of skeletons left by humans in the old days. Time can dilute hatred. Maybe it¡¯s God¡¯s will. Maybe it¡¯s because I¡¯m a doctor. I just want to find a remote and quiet place with Jenny.  A small town, embracing each other for the rest of our lives"

    Every muscle in Kleist¡¯s body became stiff.  He could clearly feel that Randwalk's eyes had lost their plainness and softness, and were being replaced by murderous intent and indifference as cold as ice.

    ¡°You killed her and burned her body. That was my only wife, the only¡ª¡±

    Randwalk's eyes were bloodshot, and gradually filled with pain and despair that had faded and quickly appeared again.  It was only then that Kleist finally understood why his words sounded strange¡ªon that chaotic night in Black Gold Town, Randwalk, who was tied to a wooden pole, was begging and wailing desperately.  He begged the frantic townspeople to return Jenny's body to him.  In the wasteland world, the demands of ordinary people can never be taken seriously. The "Devil's Claw" soldiers, who were carried away by violence and rape, vented their anger on the dead over and over again In the end, Jenny's true nature could no longer be seen in the rotting corpse.  After gradually regaining consciousness, the townspeople put her on the fire and burned her to ashes.

    "I can never copy her again"

    The desolate look on Randwalk's face made even the most brutal Death Demon unable to help crying: "Your grandfather, Old Dana, killed the real Jenny. And you led  Watching those drunkards destroy her stand-in. You completely destroyed her, not even a hair was left. Apart from revenge, apart from killing everyone in Black Gold Town and the Dana family, I really can't think of anything else in this world.  Is there anything else worth doing for me?"

    Kleist looked up at the gray ceiling, his eyes gradually becoming distracted.  Even though there was a distance of nearly one meter between the two people, as well as muscles, bones and other ancillary body tissues, he could clearly feel the anger and hatred deep in Randwalk's heart that would never go away.

    He shook his head numbly and murmured mechanically: "Doctor, pleaseI, I'm sorry"

    ¡°Now that I¡¯m talking about this, do you think it¡¯s useful?¡±

    Suddenly, Randwalk stood up from his chair and pointed a sharp scalpel at Kleist. As if he was a mentally ill patient who had been strongly stimulated, he laughed almost crazily and shouted: "Hey, hey, haha.  Haha I have checked that you are the last bloodline heir of the Dana family. I will not kill you so easily. Dear Kleist, I will let you live very mercifully. Don't do anything to this person just now.  I feel doubtful about my words. I will never go against what I said. You will live without any threat to your life and live safely. Of course you will never be free. Because, after all, you are a damn nine-star parasite.  scholar-"

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    Lin Xiang always has an indescribable special feeling about hospitals.  It was very kind, very peaceful, and even the pungent smell of disinfectant that filled his olfactory nerves at all times made him feel extremely familiar.

    There are always some traces that remain in the subconscious memory of the human brain that can never be erased.

    Lin Xiang could not forget the morning when he woke up in the old field hospital, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of dianthus flowers.

    Liu Yuchen is right - dead people can never be resurrected.  Of course, the girl copied from Ying Jia's hair cannot have her soul, but she loves herself deeply, and he loves her deeply and that's enough.

    In Hidden Moon City Hospital, Randwalk is a being with a very special identity.

    He was unwilling to accept the position of vice president, but under the arrangement of Lin Xiang, he had his own independent research laboratory, which was able to obtain sufficient power supply, and all necessary related materials were also provided by the city management committee.

    Opening the door and walking into the laboratory room without any signage, Randwalk, who was sitting behind his desk, was holding up a black porcelain teacup and gently blowing away the steam floating on the surface of the hot coffee.  Take a big sip.

    "You came at the right time. I have something here that you must like very much."

    Glancing at Lin Xiang who had just entered the room, Randwalk put the half-empty coffee cup aside, pushed away his chair and stood up from the table, straightened the collar of his messy clothes, and pushed open the door to the door.Through the thick door panel inside the room, you pass through a corridor more than ten meters long and enter the spacious and bright research room.

    An oval culture cabin supported by a triangular steel frame is firmly fixed on the tiled floor in the center of the room.  This is a kind of biological culture instrument that can often be seen in hospitals or research institutes in the old days. It is medium in size, about one meter in length, made of hardened polyester, and completely transparent.  Several thick cables extend from the bottom of the tripod and connect to the power socket mounted on the wall surface.  The oval culture cabin is filled with light blue nutrient solution. At the top, two spiral-shaped metal rings seal the hatch from the left and right sides, and are connected to a cushion made of soft material in the middle.  Kleist's entire neck was firmly fixed, unable to loosen, let alone shake.

    Randwalk was not lying - Kleist was indeed not dead, he was still alive.

    But apart from life, he had nothing left.
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