Chapter 547

The alien cells used to maintain life are completely suppressed by leech powers. It's not fatal when it happens to others. Like those vampires, they are young people without powers, and they don't have injuries.

Whitehall is different. With a large number of precision operations, he grafts the alien cells and his own cells together to maintain the aging body organs. Now these alien cells are out of action, and the organs can no longer bear the aging of the body.

With a bang, his body fell heavily and knocked over the tables and chairs in the living room of brother bald. Brother bald and bucksey with a leech were startled. They didn't understand what happened to him.

What's your boss doing? Bakhi, a handsome Italian, was confused.

"You! ——”Whitehall labored to spit out a word. His fingers trembled and he could not speak any more. His lung lost its basic function. It was clear that there was oxygen around him and no one put a plastic bag on him, but Whitehall felt that he could not breathe at all.

A living sense of suffocation knocked him down. In the light and flint, he was conscious for a moment. He realized that it was the leech problem. He wanted Bachi to take the human away quickly. Maybe if the human left a certain range, the transplanted alien cells in his body could return to normal.

It's a pity that he wanted to point to leech, but brother bald and the two Hydra soldiers at the door felt that he was referring to bakhi with the child in his arms.

"What's the matter with you, sir?"

Bakhi didn't understand his boss's meaning. He was so panicked that instead of retreating, he took two steps forward.

Leech knew that his ability was influencing the guy with round glasses. He struggled desperately to leave bakhi's arms, but he was too weak to break free.

A lot of hypoxia makes Whitehall's face red. Many organs in his body are decaying rapidly. His heart is becoming weaker and weaker. The only air left in his lungs is squeezed out of his mouth, accompanied by countless blood.

Epilepsy? Baldheaded brother saw this disease when he was in India. He stepped back two steps and looked at bakhi sympathetically. He can't run away from the pot of murdering the Hydra giant.

Not only did he think so, but also the two Hydra soldiers at the door glared at bakhi as if looking back at Whitehall. What should they do when their boss was killed by the second man? Is it revenge for the eldest or pay off?

"Not me? How could it be me! Must be you? It's you... "Bacci, a handsome Italian, has completely become Italian. The change happened so fast that he doesn't know what happened.

But he knows he can't carry the pot. He's a business elite who has no power to bind the chicken. He killed a big man of Hydra. Do you want to live?

The pot had to be thrown to others. He locked the suspect on the bald brother for the first time. He didn't know the murder process, but it must have something to do with him.

"It must be you!"

"You talk nonsense! It's you

Two greedy and afraid of death guys try their best to throw the pot on each other's head. They also want to save people, but their eyesight is all there. Whitehall spits blood, and life has entered the countdown. There is no way to save it.

"Pa pa -" cheery applause, accompanied by applause, the sound of gunfire outside all stopped.

Daisy came in clapping her hands in her double breasted coat and tassel boots.

The two Hydra guards at the door could only move their heads, and the parts below their necks were completely out of control, just like other people's bodies. They looked at Daisy dully.

"It's really a good play. I heard the gunfire from you in the east of the city. Fortunately, I came to have a look. Mr. hitwell, you've done a good job. You can be regarded as two famous kings..." looking at Whitehall lying on the ground with one breath left, Daisy just felt happy.

Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no way, you break in! I haven't avenged you yet. You're afraid that you won't die fast enough or miserably enough, and you've rushed here!

"No, no, I didn't do it! He did it What "two famous kings" is not English. Bald brother didn't understand it, but he understood the preceding words. He pointed to bakhi in a hurry to clear his grievances.

The tone was urgent, but his manner had relaxed a lot. He thought he was Daisy's confidant. If he was in danger, the boss would save him.

Bucksey didn't have the confidence. They just came to deal with daisy. It was too late to beg for mercy. He wanted to raise his pistol and kill her.

But the next scene almost scared his liver out. As soon as his pistol was raised, he saw that the gun suddenly left his palm and turned 180 degrees in the air, with the muzzle straight at him.

Mutants? Powers? Whatever it was, he knew he was in trouble.

"Mr. barksey, put the baby down. Leech, go back to your room Daisy has always been out of Leech's reach, and this ability inhibition effect is very annoying.

Italians dare not resist, honestly put the boy down, leech free, ran upstairs room.Whitehall has finally left the scope of super inhibition, but the damage in the body is too serious to allow those alien cells to dock with the body cells without surgery.

His lips moved slightly, as if to give Daisy a hand for Hydra's sake.

"Ha ha, ha ha, you even want me to save you?"

Daisy, with a sneer on her face, squatted beside Whitehall and said softly, "did you let that poor woman in the ancient oriental country go when she begged you twenty years ago?"

What do you mean? Whitehall was a little surprised at first, but he soon thought of something, and a wave of fear came to his mind.

"It seems you have thought that you killed my mother and used her powers to support her life. Do you still want me to save you now?"

Plain words fell in the ears of several people around, like thunder.

The Revenge of killing mother! This hatred is too big. If you kill my mother, I'll kill you! It's perfectly reasonable to take revenge on your biological mother. It may not be legal in some areas, but do they need to talk about the law?

Daisy is sending a signal that Whitehall is dead today, and I can't save him if I come!

Brother bald regretted for a while. I knew you had such a big hatred. I should have admitted that I killed Whitehall just now! It's better to avenge the boss than to flatter him a hundred times.

But after all, he could only think that he could not bear the responsibility of killing a hydra giant. The most important thing was that he did not know how Whitehall became such a ghost. In fact, Daisy would be angry if the donkey's lips were not right.

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