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Haynes finally gritted his teeth and pushed open the metal door.

Outside this lab is another lab, connected by a corridor of passages, and at the end is the warehouse, where Hansen went to pick up the instruments.

It stands to reason that the road was only fifty meters round trip, and Haynes had been busy in the lab for nearly twenty minutes, and he could almost conclude that something had happened to Hansen.

The laboratory behind the door is darkly lit, and the strong bloodline makes Haines have vision dozens of times sharper than ordinary people, and he can still see the situation inside even in the dark.

His gaze slowly swept around every corner, and a figure lying on the ground caught Haines' attention.

Hansen!

Judging from the clothing, the person lying on the ground was Hansen, and Haines's pupils contracted suddenly.

Something happened!

This scene shocked him very much, Hansen was his confidant, his ability was outstanding, and he was considered a first-class elite in the deacon's department, especially his super powerful rune spell "Death Zone" was even more prohibitive.

What's even more terrifying is that another rune spell that Han Sen has mastered is called "Blood Connection", which can find the descendants of ancient races within more than ten kilometers nearby, and now he has been silently put to the ground, and even he who is separated by a wall can't hear any movement, obviously the opponent is very powerful, so powerful to the point of being terrifying.

In just a moment's distraction, a dark shadow fell from the roof, and although Haynes was focused on the ground, he could still feel the danger in his sight.

Almost at the same time, the muzzle of his gun was raised, intending to fire a shot upward.

Chintilami bullets can destroy almost any body armor, even the god's servants and guards with bones and muscles as tough as iron.

The shadow seemed to be a step ahead of him, and when the pistol was raised to a forty-five degree angle, Haynes felt like his wrist had been struck hard by a stick stuck in the fire, and the pain was so severe that he could not hold the pocket Browning pistol, which weighed less than a pound.

With a crisp sound, the gun hit the ground.

Immediately after that, a huge force hit Haynes's chest, and he flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and the man slammed into the metal door, completely shattering the doorway, and flying several meters away with the door, and finally slammed into a test bench.

"Uh-" Haynes felt his internal organs turned over, and almost threw up yesterday's dinner, and the stars flew in front of him, and the surprise crash was obviously quite successful.

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The sound of the pistol sleeve pulling together sounded overhead, and then the skin on his head felt cold, and the Browning pistol that belonged to him was now pressed against his head.

"As the future head of the Habs family, you are not afraid of tarnishing the honor of the family by attacking an old man by means of a sneak attack?" Haynes recognized the opponent in front of him, shocked and angry, it turned out to be Charlemagne, who had been subdued by him with Delomy, but he didn't expect him to get rid of the restraints unknowingly, and actually sneaked here, and I don't know how long he stayed here.

In this way, Nelson's life may have been frozen.

"I'm different from my dad, those old men like to talk about honor and rules, I'm different." Charlemagne squatted down with a grin, the muzzle of the gun still did not leave Haynes's head, "My reputation in the Presbyterian Church has always been not very good, I am called a reformist for face, a radical for not giving face, and some people also call me a dangerous person." I don't like to talk about rules, I just look at the results. ”

"I can't imagine that old Habs has a son like you......" Haynes's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Charlemagne turned his head and looked around the room, his eyes finally fell on No. 999 on the experimental table, and a strange smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that your plan has really succeeded, the evil art of the demon clan and the genetic engineering of modern biotechnology, I have to say, Haynes, you are a genius, a madman, and a perverted scum." ”

"Scum?" Haynes smiled hesitantly, "It's really fresh, it's the first time I've heard someone describe me in that word." ”

"I'm afraid this kind of genetic engineering will kill a lot of people, right?"

"People? Are those considered people? They're just test subjects, like white mice in the lab, and no one feels sorry for them. Haynes glanced at Charlemagne contemptuously and said with a smile: "Also, don't call your Habs so noble, you are just wearing gorgeous emperor's new clothes, covering your bloody, cruel and despicable true colors." ”

"Your mouth is so hard, but you don't look at what's going on?" Charlemagne added a little force to his hand, and the muzzle of the gun pressed into Haines's scalp: "Aren't you afraid that I will be annoyed and open a skylight in your head?" ”

"Afraid? Hahaha! Haynes burst out laughing, "Don't pretend to be merciful to me, even if I have a soft mouth, you won't be able to let me go." I'm still the same, whether it's the Presbyterian Council or the Habs, in fact, we're all the same, if I'm a scumbag, you're a scum, a jackal, a wolf, to use an old Chinese saying, fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps. ”

"Don't get us involved with you, you scum don't deserve it!" Charlemagne's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Hahaha!" Haynes laughed again, and at the end of the laugh, his expression became hideous, not at all like a person whose life was in the hands of others, "It's really funny, an executioner laughs at a killer, don't you think it's funny?" We're scum when we run the 'God's Light' project, what about you? Could it be that you are more noble than us to steal our information and engage in the so-called 'Blackstone Project'? We're still genetically engineered test subjects, what about you? You're experimenting with real people. I really laughed to death, and when it comes to cruelty, I'm really not as good as you hypocrites. Also, speaking of perverts, in order to keep the bloodline pure, your Habs family actually intermarried within the clan, reproduced close relatives, and the human relationship has long been lost, tell me about perversion? You guys seem to be a little kinkier, right? ”

"How did you find out about Project Blackstone?" Charlemagne's face changed.

"How do you know? Your test subjects went crazy and went to small towns in the United States to kill people, and in the end you unloaded the black pot from the non-existent serial killers, and let the FBI spread the rumor in your newspapers, this kind of trick can fool others, but you can't fool us. Haines' face was full of sneers: "Also, your Blackstone plan is actually to use the advantage of the victorious country to steal our information, and the project is carried out on the basis of our original failure, it's not that I laugh at you, is it that you can only steal our cold food soup to build this project at this level?" How? In the end, it failed, right? But I know that one test seems to have succeeded and the others have failed, right? ”

Charlemagne's face became even more ugly, and he grabbed Haynes from the ground and slammed him against the wall.

"Sometimes, it's not a good thing to know too much......"