Chapter 45 [The Heart of "Slaughter"]

The room was very dark, and the curtains around it were pulled up, not transparent. There was a solemn atmosphere in the room...

Tu didn't say anything, he still looked in the mirror, his eyes as calm as water, but occasionally a hint of confusion flashed, but he soon returned to peace.

"Do you like your new image?" Looking at Tu's face in the mirror, which showed a little bit of a pretty face, I asked him about his age. This super humanoid weapon with a terrifying strength is actually one year younger than me. After plastic surgery, his appearance has regained a little bit of vitality that young people of his age should have.

However, those eyes were still as sharp as African vultures.

"There is nothing I like or not... it's just a skin." Tu replied to me gently. He raised his hand and touched his cheek gently, sighing: "My face is still a little numb, and it doesn't seem to feel anything."

"It will be better in a few days." I told him with a smile: "Your fingerprint and appearance have been changed. I have also created a new identity for you. Your current identity is a second-generation immigrant from Nigeria."

"Thank you..." He hesitated for a moment, whispered a word, and then he continued to look at himself in the mirror, as if he couldn't see enough: "I... always feel a little uncomfortable."

He stood up in the wheelchair with both hands, slowly moved to the mirror, and unbuttoned his shirt.

The muscles were still full of singleness, as if full of explosive power, and the well-proportioned limbs were full of the beautiful muscle groups of human body... But what was amazing was that all the fragmented scars on him had disappeared!

I couldn't help but be amazed at the miraculous effects of surgical cosmetic surgery.

In order to further hide his identity, this operation used a lot of laser technology to smooth out many scars on Tu's body, and even skin transplants were performed in some places. His body, which was originally covered with knife and gun, now looks smooth... Of course, surgical plastic surgery is not omnipotent, and some deep scars will still leave some faint marks even after the operation... But in general, Tu now, from the outside, is already a completely unfamiliar new image! Even if someone who is very familiar with him stands in front of him, it is difficult to see any flaws.

My expression was undoubtedly very satisfied, and I even considered whether to increase the rewards to the doctor.

But then I noticed that Tu's eyes showed a very complicated meaning.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"There are fewer...a lot of things." He seemed to have no idea how to speak, and his face was a little dim.

"At least you look clean now... and complete." I tried to joke: "And when I first saw you, your body... was like a rag doll that was torn and then sewed with needlework."

Tu shook his head: "It's very clean...but it's too clean."

Looking at my puzzled eyes, Tu's eyes became more and more sad. He whispered: "Although I am a murder machine... I also have feelings, my own memory." He pointed to his head: "Many things were originally hidden here by me."

He stood in front of the mirror, his fingers slid down from his shoulders, and suddenly smiled, revealing snow-white teeth. His smile was a bit heavy for me to describe: "Do you know? Every wound on my body. I remember it firmly! For example, here... there was originally a penetrating injury. It was when I was trained. In a live-fire attacking act, according to regulations, only the winning party can survive, and the losing party will be eliminated as a loser...execution. That time we dealt with a team of soldiers led by the instructor who trained us. In the end, I killed the instructor with my own hands. The original wound here was inserted by the instructor with a dagger. As long as I leaned a few points, I stabbed my heart..."

"... And here, there was a bullet hole. It was an operation in Congo. We raided a secret stronghold in a mercenary. My comrades around me helped me block a bullet. He was disabled and I was injured. As a result, after returning, he was 'eliminated' because his injuries were unable to recover completely, and I was cured."

"And my back... there were whip marks. It was when I was in the training ground at the base, I was whipped and whipped. I was almost shot, but in the end they gave me a choice to fight with another guy who violated the rules, so that the winner could survive. As a result... I won, the loser, the Adam's apple that was crushed by me, and I was only whipped twenty times."

"And here..." He suddenly bent down and pointed at his calves: "Here, there was a knife wound... that was my first time going out for a mission. We killed everyone in the other base, and in order to silence all the living there. Finally, I faced a little boy and hesitated for a moment... But just as I was hesitating, the little boy pulled out a dagger and stabbed me... Unfortunately, he was too short and lay on the ground again, just stabbed my calves gently, hurting some flesh. Then he was shot by my companion. "He looked at me with a smile on his face, but his voice was cold: "From now on, I understand that the place where I live is the battlefield. On the battlefield, you are either a companion or an enemy! Any kindness will harm you."

He said slowly, word by word, word by word, the cold voice with a hint of cold air, coupled with the speed of speech that was neither too fast nor too slow, was extremely shocking to my ears!

For a moment, I suddenly had a strange idea: I was a little at a loss and didn't know what attitude I should use to face this black guy.

Because fundamentally, his past experiences and we are completely people in two worlds.

After hesitating for a moment, I smiled, walked behind him, patted his shoulder gently, and I could see that he had a subconscious dodging move, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally didn't move, letting my hand fall on his shoulder. I turned to him, buttoned his shirt, and then smiled and said, "Okay, remember, you are no longer a machine. You are a human now. Do you understand? Remember what Delon said to you."

I walked to the window and suddenly pulled open the curtains hard...

Wow!!

The light outside the window sprinkled in, and the originally hazy room suddenly lit up. Tu seemed a little uncomfortable, and he closed his eyes and turned his body slightly, and then he looked at me.

"Look outside." I pointed out the window: "This is not Africa. This is not the kind of world with only enemies and comrades... This world may be much more complicated than the world you originally lived in, and the rules are not that simple... But this world has something that you originally did not have in that world... that is, peace and freedom."

I suddenly made a decision: "Actually, I have no purpose to save you. Now, you are free. You don't have to feel that you owe me anything... Now you have a new look and a new identity. And you have also come to a free new world. As long as you want, you can leave here at any time. I promise that with your skills, you can live a good life in this world."

I looked at Tu with a smile, and Tu looked at me quietly. Then after a long time, he whispered: "Do you really let me go?"

"Really." I nodded and looked at him sincerely.

"But I know my own value." Tu said slowly: "I am an excellent warrior. I can help you do a lot of things. I can help you kill people and deal with your enemies... I know you are not an ordinary person, and you must have your enemies and enemies. If you have a warrior like me under your command, you can solve many problems for you. Don't you... want this?"

"I hope." I did not hide my thoughts: "If there was a close subordinate like you, with the strength of yours, then anyone would like to see it. But remember, remember what Delon said to you, you are a human, no longer a machine."

After pausing, I looked into Tu's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Every word I say is true. As long as you want to leave, I can send you away from here immediately."

"……………” Tu looked at me, his eyes were very bright, so bright that I couldn't figure out what he was thinking in his heart. Finally, he smiled.

"I won't leave." Tu shook his head, and his smile finally brought a hint of warmth: "I know I'm free now. But I also know that even a free person needs a job. Didn't you say that you want me to be your driver? Then I'll stay and accept this job... Anyway, even if I leave here, I may not be able to find a boss as good as you when I go outside."

In this way, there was such a driver around me.

In this way, at least Xiao Zhu was liberated from my driver's position - because that guy Hammer still couldn't learn to drive. The naughty green seemed to be able to complete any task I assigned him without hesitation. Hammer's loyalty to me was absolutely unquestionable. I even doubt that even if I asked him to use a bomb to blow up the White House, Hammer would carry the explosive bag and leave without hesitation.

However, this guy seemed to be in conflict with the car in his horoscope. He had already damaged several of my cars, but he still couldn't tell the position of the clutch brake and the three pedals of the accelerator.
Chapter completed!