After Being Forced To Raise a Crazy Milk Dog, I Am So Fragrant

Su Jinmian was also unwilling to waste time, so she winked at the people behind.

In an instant, Cen Qing was surrounded by several fierce and strong men.

Although they were all wearing military uniforms, their expressions didn't look like they were such kind masters.

She believed that he was going to rush up and eat her alive.

Puzuo's expression was extremely bad, and he was about to speak, but Qiao Sen gave him a wink.

"President's encrypted call."

Qiao Sen took out the satellite phone and handed it to him, signaling him not to conflict with those people yet.

Since the president has the willingness to talk on the phone, there is still room for maneuver in this matter.

It's just that Cen Qing doesn't know the content of that phone call here.

Because she has been tied up and transferred to the helicopter.

Well, she also has a relationship with helicopters.

However, she really loves those three buns!

[Shouldn't the host think about how to run away for a while at this time? 】

Can we stop being so silly?

Doomsday text! It was abruptly turned into a gourmet show by the host.

Humble system, online request to change to a host with normal painting style.

He glanced at the four bearded men sitting across from him, and then at the 'friendly soldiers' holding AK submachine guns on both sides.

Cen Qing said that she should wash up and sleep.

As far as her current force value is concerned, it's not enough for someone to chug a shuttle.

"Dr. Cen, I've heard of you for a long time."

Su Jinmian stretched out his palm towards her, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

This kind of polite greeting should be regarded as my last kindness.

After all, she is now her exclusive experimental subject.

"Major Su is very approachable."

Cen Qing raised her eyebrows, but did not hold her palm.

Su Jinmian's identity made her very uneasy.

It's hard to say that she didn't approach her with some ulterior purpose.

But when Cen Qing was deep in thought, Su Jinmian leaned towards her slightly, leaned into her ear, and said,

"Su Jinmian, your attending doctor."

Before Cen Qing could react to the meaning of this sentence, there was a pain in his neck.

Meeting her slightly angry eyes, Su Jinmian smiled lightly and said,

"Don't worry, it's just an anesthetic needle."

It's just an anesthetic shot.

The real good stuff is yet to come...

The vision in front of him became more and more blurred, Cen Qing bit his lower lip tightly, but he still couldn't hold on and passed out.

One or two don't talk about Wude!

In the warmly furnished room, the teenager stared at the surveillance video in front of him.

His fingertips unconsciously touched the vivid and familiar face on the screen.

"What should I do, my sister seems to be in some trouble."

Indulging himself into the quilt that still had the fragrance of Cen Qing, Jiang Ci's satisfied expression was a little bit lost.

Sure enough, it is more reassuring to hold something with your own hands.

If that sister is caught by me this time, she will never be able to run away again.

...

[The host's blood pressure is extremely low, please take remedial measures in time]

【…】

The system was screaming like smoke, but Cen Qing showed no sign of waking up.

The incandescent lamps on the laboratory bench made people's eyes hurt.

Catheters pierced the skin and implanted into blood vessels, conveying a strange green liquid.

"How's the situation? Can we continue the experiment?"

Su Jinmian flipped through the real-time information on the screen and asked the assistant beside him.

"It's not very good. If it continues, the subject will most likely remain in a coma."

That is, a vegetable.

"I want accurate data."

In the experiment, Su Jinmian hated words like "possible" and "very likely" the most.

Speaking with data is the most touching thing.

The assistant was stunned by her, and quickly called up the newly released data, and concluded,

"The test subject has an 80% chance of falling into a coma, and a 19% chance of dying..."

It would be too insane to just pursue that one percent success rate.

But Su Jinmian didn't care about these at all.

Even if it's a tenth of a percent possibility, it's worth her trying.

"Since it is the T virus that she developed, let her have a taste of what this virus is like."

Putting on the rubber gloves, Su Jinmian's eyes were full of disregard for life, and said coldly,

"Get your syringes ready and continue the experiment."

They don't have an enhanced version of the T virus in their hands, so the success rate of the subject's awakening ability is greatly reduced.

But it does not mean that they will not update the experimental data of the virus.

It's just that Cen Qing's physique is indeed a bit strange.

But the more challenging things are, the more exciting she is.

"Okay, Major Su."

The assistant opened the box containing the reagents, and the extremely low temperature sent coldness into the air.

It made him shiver involuntarily.

He knew he was murdering.

But under Su Jinmian's coercion, he could only follow her orders.

Otherwise, maybe one day in the future, he will also become an experiment subject to be manipulated arbitrarily...

The dark blue reagent gradually disappeared in the test tube, and with the flow of blood, it was brought to every corner of the body.

Precise instruments emit piercing alarm bells.

All of Cen Qing's indicators fluctuated at a speed beyond ordinary people.

Even Superman couldn't stand such torture.

Looking at the red warning line on the screen, the assistant's eyes widened and his fingers were trembling.

"Major..., the corpse level of the experimental subject is on the verge of peak."

In other words, Cen Qing who woke up again was probably a zombie without any thoughts...

As far as he knew, although the President agreed to hand over Cen Qing to the major.

But he did not agree to this human experiment on Cen Qing.

Even if she lost the ability of the space system, but in the case of sufficient preparation of time and materials.

It is entirely possible for her to produce an anti-venom serum to end this man-made apocalypse!

How could Cen Qing, who could become a zombie and lose self-awareness, develop an anti-venom serum?

Major, this is... on purpose!

Suddenly aware of the truth, the little assistant's fingers trembled even more fiercely.

When it's over, will he be silenced directly?

Facing the terrified eyes of his assistant, Su Jinmian quickly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Cen Qing's head.

With a rather regretful look on his face, he said,

"If it turns into a corpse, I believe you will give me a satisfactory report."

If this experiment body fails, then just replace it with another one.

Anyway, when the time comes, just make up a reason at will to prevaricate it, so let's forget about it.

But the dazzling red warning line on the display is still rising.

Su Jinmian pulled the safety catch, and when he pulled the trigger, the cordon suddenly dropped vertically.

All physical indicators are stabilizing, no different from ordinary people.

"Tsk, her body is actually able to combine so perfectly with the T-virus."

It's as if it was tailor-made for her...