Chapter 247: Night Memories

"Please...Please, you can't do this, this is unfair-"

Klester only felt that his tongue was expanding and his thinking was in chaos. Fear had made him lose the most basic criterion for judging things, and he couldn't even say clearly.

"fair?"

The expression on Rand Walker's face looked a little surprised: "It's amazing, I actually hear these two words from your mouth."

"No, no...I mean...you can't...I want...I want..."

Klester's body was trembling violently, and his uncontrolled teeth made a "dede" impact, and his face was as pale as death. He suddenly felt that all his strength disappeared without a trace. Even though he was not injected with anesthetic, he still had the powerful power of a Nine-Star Parasite. However, in front of this man wearing black clothes and a formulaic smile at the corner of his mouth, he had no courage to fight and resist at all times. He just wanted to do everything possible to disappear from his eyes as quickly as possible and escape.

"I said—what do you want to know? I'll tell you all—"

Suddenly, Klester turned his gaze to Lin Xiang, who was standing beside him, as if the most devout believer was calling out to the omnipotent God and praying.

Lin Xiang looked at him, then looked at Rand Walker standing next to him, and the gaze released in his eyes was a little hesitant. He did not hesitate for too long, and only five seconds later, he had made the final decision.

"Mr. Klester, I have given you a chance. And, more than once."

The words have been said clearly enough. Although I am not sure what kind of grudges there have been between Land Walker and Crest, from my own standpoint and the interests needed by Yinyue City, even if Crest can offer a higher price, Lin Xiang will still hand him over to Land Walker.

"Demon Claws" and himself have long been immortal.

As for Land Walker... Although he is not clear about his past, this person is still surrounded by countless mysteries, so far, he has not shown any hostility to Yinyue City or his own group. If he can throw a Klester out in exchange for him to gain enough favorable feelings and then develop friendship or even loyalty, it is definitely a very cost-effective deal for Lin Xiang.

Kleist was so frightened that he almost forgot to breathe. He clasped his fists tightly and twitched on the cold and thin operating bed.

"Don't worry! You'll get everything you want to know-"

Rand Walker reached out and gently pressed Kleist's soft abdomen, grinning, revealing her neatly arranged white teeth, turning his eyes to Lin Xiang. He seemed to not know how to express gratitude, but his tone was filled with uncoverable excitement and excitement: "You can hand him over to me... very well. No matter what... I owe you a favor."

...

Opening his eyes again, Kleister found that the surrounding environment was completely different from the original one. They seemed to have taken advantage of the fact that they were scared and lost consciousness and brought themselves to another room.

Compared to the empty room before, the area here is about twice as large as the empty room. The walls and ceiling are still uncomfortable white, and the smell of disinfectant water filled with the air has already numbed the olfactory nerves. Along the wall, there are dozens of instruments of different shapes and sizes. Judging from the appearance, they all seem to belong to the medical category, but for some reason, whenever the eyes come into contact with the complex and messy wires coiled under the instrument, Kleist always feels indescribable fear.

A powerful nine-star parasite is actually afraid of a bunch of lifeless wires... This is indeed a bit unreasonable.

Klester has been struggling desperately, and he felt a numb and soft feeling slowly disappearing from the inside of his body, and the long-lost strength and strength were slowly released from the depths of his bone marrow. Two completely different physiological states are gradually completing a new round of alternation, losing long-lasting confidence and a chaotic sense of revenge. They are like seeds gradually awakening from deep sleep, breaking the hard shell skin, stretching out a trace of evil buds from the surface cracks, becoming thicker and growing.

Tighten his fists and looking at the thick blood vessels on his shoulders that looked like a bulge of earthworms, Klester's desperate eyes reappeared in his tyrannical and crazy murderous intent - those guys who imprisoned him obviously forgot the duration of the anesthetic effect, and in a few minutes, the numb nerves could regain their sharpness again. By that time, no one in this city would be his opponent.

How should we retaliate against those who disrespect themselves?

Sell ​​them all as slaves?

Kill everyone and make jerky?

Or, turn this place into a big arena. Send it to them the simplest, primitive weapons, let these guys kill each other, and then throw those who are lucky enough to survive to the hungry bears and rotten wolves in the wilderness?

Thinking of this, Kleist was so excited that he was trembling all over. He sucked his lips and made a "hiss" sound, hissing, and his fists were clenched together, and he was constantly trying to break free from the metal strips that bound his body. He had never been so impatient to hope that time could go faster as he is now. He only needed to give me a few more minutes, and I, I, I, could completely control everything-

The door was pushed open from outside quietly.

Land Walker, wearing a black coat, walked into the room and slowly walked to the bed. A cruel and elegant smile appeared on his face. He rolled up his sleeves, looked at the pointer of the watch on his wrist, and then looked at the desperate Klester, and took out a syringe filled with transparent potion from his pocket with his right hand, pulled out the rubber sleeve on the surface, and pierced the sharp needle into the soft blood vessels of Klester's left hand. His eyes were focused on the rhythmic second hand on the watch, and a clear standard reading was made from his slightly opened mouth.

"Ten, nine, eight...three, two, one."

The moment the word "One" blurted out, the thumb that was lightly pressed on the syringe and pushed the piston heavily, and all the potions were penetrated into Klester's body. They were like a group of barbaric thugs, crazily tearing every trace of force that had just gathered in Klester's body, swallowing the source of energy that might be generated, crushing the muscles that were about to regain their vitality to the point of dying, without any resistance.

Klester's blood-filled eyes stared at Rand Walker standing in front of him. Even through his closed lips, he could clearly hear the terrible grinding sound of being bitten together and almost breaking his teeth.

His time was really calculated too accurately. At most, five seconds... No, it only takes three seconds, or even two seconds, and the closed body functions will rush out of the ban like a flood. Although it is impossible to fully recover the strength of the nine-stars in a short period of time, at least it can have the power of five or six-stars.

Damn! He did it on purpose—

This damn guy didn't forget the time limit for the medicine. He was laughing at himself, playing with himself, making himself feel hope, suffering from anxiety, and cruelly closing the door that had been opened as hope approaches. There is no more cruel and desperate thing in the world than this.

"You...you, you damn bastard, mean and obscene bastard."

Klester burst into his mouth with a roar of extreme pain. He twisted his body desperately, trying to break free from the constraints and get up from the bed, and used his hands to tear the throat of the man standing in front of him. However, the muscles that could not gather strength would never be able to realize this wish. All movements were wasted effort, and the solid metal strips tightly locked their wrists and ankles, splitting bloody scratches on the surface of their naked skin.

Rand Walker pulled a swivel chair from the side, sat down, put his extended left arm on the back of the chair, and picked up a scalpel from the white porcelain plate on the rack with his right hand, and rotated flexibly between his slender fingers.

He looked down at Klester lying on the bed. The smile on his face seemed to be poured out with an impression and carved directly on his face, stiff, fixed, and unchanged.

"Clester Dyna... do you remember me?"

Although he was laughing, Rand Walker's voice was cold and his tone was dull.

This sentence seems to be a bit redundant. But Klester doesn't think so. His memory returns to the past, back to the Black Gold Town more than 60 years ago.

...

Mutant poppy is a plant that is very picky about the growth environment. In the first few years after the end of the nuclear war, the whole world was shrouded in dense radiation dust. Acid rain is the only source of moisture in dry and hard soil. They destroy and change the original molecular structure, resulting in large areas of medium and severe radiation that are not suitable for habitability. Although the power of "devil's claws" spread throughout the wasteland world, in the end, the place where mutant poppy can be planted is still only a small location in Heijin Town.

The town did not flourish as it is now. Sixty years ago, it was just a sub-foundation of the "Claws". Together with the residents and armed guards of the town, all the people added up to less than two hundred. Except for planting mutant poppy, everything there is no different from ordinary small settlements in the wilderness.

Kleist clearly remembered that it was a gloomy and dull daytime, a middle-aged man in a black coat and a top hat, came to Black Gold Town with a very beautiful woman with long blond hair.

He has a clean face that is different from the wilderness refugees. He is tall but not strong. He is holding a brown suitcase in his hand and an eight-foot-long wooden box on his back. He likes to squint his eyes, and no matter who he sees, he has a business-like smile on his mouth.

He had no evolution or strengthening ability. Ordinary people like him were usually hunted by slave traders and mobs in the wilderness. However, the residents of Black Gold Town did not show hostility to him and even welcomed him very much.

He is a licensed doctor with a license issued by the Association of Doctors. Doctors can usually receive enough respect in any corner of the wasteland world.

His medical skills are very good, and the medicines he uses are not expensive synthetic products. He will tell the patients where to collect the plants needed for the disease, or use some simple and effective methods to relieve the disease. And he needs very little reward - a clean room, enough food and water for two people to consume every day, that's all.

The residents of Heijin Town are very glad that there is such a person who settled in the town. Under the influence of radiation, many diseases in the old era have undergone essential changes. Even diseases such as colds may worsen into fatal infection sources such as plagues in a short period of time. There is a licensed doctor who can make people feel stable and safe in both psychologically and physically.

The blonde woman was named Jenny.

She was really beautiful. Klester had never seen a woman as beautiful as her. The dress she wore was roughly made, but it was kept clean at all times. She had delicate and white skin, and in this era full of radiation and most people suffered from gray moss disease, it was enough to attract all the attention. The dirty and fat women in Heijin Town who were dirty and obese, unable to take a bath for a long time due to lack of water, and the disgusting smell on her body were simply unable to compare with her. She was very kind, spoke very slowly, and her voice was very pleasant, so beautiful that it made people feel trembling when they remembered.

That year, Klester had just turned twenty-one.

Relying on the power obtained by a strengthening potion, it is natural to form a deterrent among ordinary people. The fearful eyes from around him make the young Kleist feel unprecedented satisfaction. The identity of the family blood group made him the actual controller of Black Gold Town at that time, and he himself also tried to play the role of a fair and friendly ruler. If this situation continues, the doctor would probably stay in the town forever and spend his whole life.

Klester was too young. This was his biggest weakness at that time. If his time experience could be longer, thirty, forty... Perhaps, nothing would have happened.
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