Chapter 510 is back
"You can leave now."
He spoke calmly, took out his phone, and began to do his work.
Upon hearing this, Gu Hansheng glanced at her, stood up, and quickly left.
01 The entire ball froze.
It cautiously glanced at Rong Sheng, feeling a strange sense of unease that it couldn't quite put its finger on.
The identities of Rong Sheng and Gu Hansheng suddenly appeared in its mind.
01 fell silent, and just as she was about to delve into deep thought, the surroundings suddenly turned completely dark.
When it opened its eyes again, it saw Bertrand, who was still fast asleep in the blankets beside it.
01 scratched his head, "You're back, but I don't know what happened after that."
It was somewhat worried.
After a while, the sleeping Bertrand yawned, rolled over and got up, rubbed his sleepy eyes and poked 01 with his hand.
01, who had been poked, watched as Bertrand got up, washed, changed his clothes, and skipped out of the room. He remained silent and did not follow.
Back in the system space, 01, a small ball nestled in a corner.
Why.
It couldn't understand.
After Bertrand finished breakfast, Scotland walked up to him, bent down slightly, and whispered in his ear.
Inserting the straw into the freshly opened lemon tea, Petrancy's lips curled into a wicked smile. He got off the chair and let Scotland pick him up.
"Oh dear, in that case, let's go check on him!"
He hummed a tune as he sipped his lemon tea, swinging his legs happily back and forth.
Scotland took him to the organization's hospital.
Arriving at the ward where Tequila was, Bertrand got out of Scotland's arms, ran to the bedside, and looked at his legs, which were now only the upper thighs, with a look of novelty.
"Wow, those legs are so short! I wonder if they hurt?"
He even poked it with his hand, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Tequila took a breath and looked at Bertrand, a hint of expectation flickering in his dark eyes. "You said you could give me back my legs, you weren't lying, were you?"
Bertrand leaned back and precisely sat in the chair that Scotland had moved behind him, his legs crossed, a black butterfly resting on his finger somehow.
A wicked smile spread across his fair face. "If you dare, then of course this isn't a lie~"
Tequila fell silent, seemingly considering it. After a short while, he nodded resolutely, "I dare, please."
Without his legs, he would be abandoned by the organization, and the consequence of being abandoned by the organization... would be death!
He had no choice but to take a gamble!
Bertrand looked at him, the slight upturn of his lips becoming ambiguous.
But her smile quickly brightened again. "In that case, let's get started today without delay!"
The Scottish man behind him snapped his fingers, and several men immediately jumped into the ward through the window.
It's normal for people to jump into the house from outside the window.
But... this is the fourth floor.
Looking at their blank and cold eyes, Tequila knew that these were puppets created by the little madman.
Like a killing machine implanted with a virus, it obeys only Bertrand.
“Take him away.”
Bertrand pointed to the agave and spoke to the dolls.
The dolls nodded, then immediately administered anesthesia to Tequila before huffing and puffing as they carried him out the window.
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