"Alia, just tell them I'm on a mission in the peacekeeping infantry battalion, the situation is dangerous, and I can't go back now."
Aquaman became anxious and began to portray a new persona for himself: a soldier who maintains world peace.
He wanted to tell the rich woman that he couldn't go back because he was delayed by an urgent mission.
Alia rolled her eyes at him. Usually, it was Alia who was in charge of chatting with Aquaman's women.
If you change it to a soldier's character, it would be tantamount to seeking death. Soldiers don't have time to play with their mobile phones or chat.
If you don’t chat, you won’t be able to maintain an existing relationship with a rich woman, and it will be more likely to make her lose patience.
Ailia held her forehead and sighed, "You shouldn't have found five rich women to support you at the same time, especially since you have so much personal information. Chatting with them every day is exhausting. I can't bear it anymore."
Why should women make things difficult for other women? Alia felt that cheating people for money was too low.
Why waste your breath when you can earn money with your hands?
"Aliya, please let me out. I just need to go back and spend a few days with them, and everything will be normal."
Aquaman was extremely anxious. As long as he could meet the rich woman, with his 9 knives per second and a basic attack alone, he could make the rich woman surrender to him.
"Your mistresses have started hiring private detectives to check your identity information, and three of them have stopped replying to my messages." Alia took out her mobile phone, which was logged with Aquaman's chat account.
Aquaman quickly flipped through the chat records and saw that Alia was very good at flirting with people.
After all, women understand women best.
But it took too long. The rich woman supported him for three years. The fact that he could persist for so long was enough to show that his deception was quite impressive.
"The remaining two women are also beginning to lose interest in you. You know, there is no shortage of handsome men in this world."
Alia's meaning is very clear, rich women are not so easy to fool.
"Alia, please let me out for a while, I will definitely change the current situation." Aquaman clasped his hands together and made a begging gesture.
"You are a murderer who was executed. The reason you haven't been exposed yet is because private detectives don't believe that the dead are still alive. The consequences of letting you go are immeasurable." Alia reminded again.
Compared with the immeasurable consequences, it’s better not to earn that little money from Aquaman!
"If there is no funding before Christmas, your contribution will automatically be reset to zero and you will have to take off your yellow vests."
Looking at the ashen-faced Sea King, Alia spoke slowly.
"Alia, if I reveal important news to you, can I redeem my contribution points?"
Aquaman became anxious and began to think of ways to consolidate his position on the Yellow List.
"What news?" Aaliyah looked at him curiously.
"Someone wants to kill Frankenstein!" Aquaman said in a deep voice.
"It must be the Saint who wants to kill him!" Alia said calmly.
Huh? How did you know that?
Aquaman's expression froze, and he looked incredulous that his guess was correct.
Seeing him like this, Aaliyah knew she was right.
The Saints just met with Danny today and asked why they hadn't released him yet.
After choosing Zeng Mishan to be in charge of making poison, they thought that the Saints would secretly deal with Frankenstein.
Because only by killing Zeng Mishan can the saints have a chance to escape.
It is no exaggeration to say that the saints have control over who they meet every day.
They now need to focus on Zeng Mishan’s safety.
"Let me tell you something too." Arya suddenly smiled brightly at Aquaman.
Aquaman was stunned for a moment. He had no time to appreciate the beauty's smile. This was the first time Arya smiled at him.
He smelled danger.
"Alia, I can still get the money." Aquaman was eager to prove it.
"Really?" Arya stared at him suspiciously.
"I...I..." Aquaman scratched his head, his brain cells working rapidly, trying to find a new business opportunity.
Arya didn't keep him waiting for long before breaking his fantasy: "I will make your death a worthy one."
After she finished speaking, Alia hooked her finger and a jailer walked in.
Aquaman said in fear: "No, what are you going to do? I am still a prisoner and Christmas is not here yet. I want to see Danny and the warden."
Sizzle...
A poke from the electric baton caused Aquaman to fall down, his body twitching continuously.
I didn't expect Alia to start fighting as soon as she said so.
"Take him to the infirmary. I want to teach Mr. Zeng a lesson."
Alia twisted her waist and took the lead. The jailer threw Aquaman onto a flatbed cart like a dead dog.
Infirmary.
Zeng Mishan was under close surveillance by prison guards, with only an old doctor occasionally chatting with him.
When chatting with the old doctor, Zeng Mishan realized that the old doctor was not an ordinary person and might be a person of the sweeping monk level.
The reason why he had this illusion was that the old doctor told him that he had been working in Prison No. 79 since the day it was established.
The old doctor's name was Meg, and he was eighty-one years old. Zeng Mishan simply called him Lao Mei.
Just now, he saw with his own eyes Lao Mei carrying a 50-kilogram barrel of water to replace the water dispenser.
Holy shit! My titanium dog eyes are going blind.
Zeng Mishan silently gave a thumbs up, and felt more and more that Lao Mei was a sweeping monk.
In fact, he was overthinking it. The secret to Lao Mei's youthfulness lies here. All his important organs have been replaced, and even his blood is replaced once a year.
He looks old, but he is strong inside.
Commons's remuneration for hiring him was very transparent. You can choose any of my death row prisoners and exchange any organ you want if it suits you.
This is a huge and irresistible temptation for doctors who want to live a long life.
"I heard that you are a university professor. Can you answer a question for me?"
Lao Mei sat next to Zeng Mishan with her legs crossed, looking like she was in trouble.
"What's the problem?" Zeng Mishan asked curiously.
"Have you heard of head transplant surgery?" Lao Mei opened her mouth with a powerful blow.
Zeng Mishan frowned. Head transplant surgery had become a hot topic in the past few years. He knew something about it, but it was all one-sided.
As technology advances, so do medical miracles.
Head transplant experiments have been verified on animals, but unfortunately the survival rate is not very high.
After thinking for a moment, Zeng Mishan nodded and said, "Head transplant surgery is extremely risky and requires the assistance of a large team of doctors."
"Do you believe that humans can achieve immortality through technological means?" Lao Mei continued to bombard him.
"I believe it!" Zeng Mishan answered firmly.
"It seems that you and I, like each other, believe in technology." Lao Mei smiled, feeling like she had met a close friend.
Zeng Mishan touched his nose and chose not to continue the topic. No one knew what the end of technology was.
Boom boom boom…
Just then, the sound of high heels came from far away.
When they heard this voice, Zeng Mishan and Lao Mei's expressions changed slightly.
The two of them looked towards the door almost at the same time.
Lao Zeng's eyes were full of anticipation, while Lao Mei's eyes were full of excitement.
The reason Lao Zeng was looking forward to it was because Alia told him that she would fulfill his three requests.
Lao Mei was excited because his head transplant surgery required a lot of experiments and research, and Alia had already agreed to give him a head.
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