After the group wear, I became the group darling of the big guys

Chapter 229 The 726st time

Crow's face sank and he sat back on the sofa. Although the situation was obviously not favorable to him, he was still full of vigor.

"Who sent you?" The bodyguard did not answer. He just stared at the crow. The smile on his lips looked weird no matter how you looked at it.

"If you want power, I can give you a high position above everyone else. If you want wealth, I think with the speed of the Black Organization, you will soon have enough of my wealth to spend your whole life. All you have to do is let me go today." Crow looked calm and composed, and it was obvious that he thought he could convince the person behind the bodyguard.

The bodyguard tilted his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. Crow looked at him calmly. After a while, the bodyguard smiled.

His voice suddenly turned into a gentle and kind female voice, which did not sound like the voice of a desperado at all: "I never said I would kill you, Mr. Crow."

"Not killing me?" Ecstasy and cold viciousness flashed through Crow's eyes for a moment, but the next second his eyes suddenly became filled with fear. His body stood up uncontrollably and walked step by step to the bodyguard.

Is his body out of control?

The bodyguard looked at him with a smile: "She doesn't allow me to kill anyone, so I won't do anything to you."

"However, we have been planning for so long but have to fail at the last moment. I am a little unwilling to accept this. We can only adopt this incomplete plan. Mr. Crow, please forgive me."

Gentle, elegant and mysterious, who is she? Is her goal the Black Organization? If she wants, he can give it to her!

He only wants the secret of immortality! He can give her anything else!

"Puppet, don't overdo it." A weak cough came from the door.

The thin green curly hair hung down, and a sharp-beaked bird mask was on the young man's face, revealing his fair and handsome chin. He was wearing an expensive robe and holding a test tube in his hand, with dark red liquid bubbling inside.

It's the Doctor, Dottore.

Crow has great trust in this talented person who developed drugs for him, even more than Pantalone.

It is already an outstanding achievement that Dotore was able to develop a life-extending drug. As long as he is given enough time and all kinds of strange things, it is only a matter of time before he develops a drug for immortality.

The second is that as a scientific researcher, Dottore’s weaknesses are even easier to control than mine in Pantalone.

Research, research, and more research. Dotore is like a real research maniac who never leaves his laboratory easily. Such a genius also has extremely weak empathy for humans.

He wanted to experiment on humans.

This is also the reason why he was expelled from the institute.

But Crow didn't care. If Dotore needed him, he could conduct experiments on countless humans. It was a pity that since he came, Dotore had been focusing on the method of immortality, and his other research had all been suspended.

but now--

The crow, who had no control over his body, could naturally hear Dotore's words, which were barely able to conceal his sleepiness. He glared at Dotore ferociously, and the hatred of being betrayed almost penetrated Dotore's body.

"Why betray me, Dotore. Why!" Crow said gritting his teeth, his voice was almost squeezed out, hoarse and cold. It was at this moment that Crow realized that his head could move, but his body could not move.

"You betrayed him?" The puppet tilted his head slightly and looked at Dotore with mockery.

Dotole slacked his hands and retorted somewhat dissatisfiedly: "I didn't betray him. You don't want my things to be used on you, do you?"

"Over the years, how many resources have I given you, how many rare and precious animals for research? I believe I have never treated you unfairly, Dotorei. I even agreed to your request to use humans for experiments! This is how you repay me by joining forces with an outsider to destroy the Black Organization!"

"Using humans for experiments?" The puppet turned around and looked Dotore up and down. "She'll be very angry."

Dotole yawned and shook his head a little exhausted: "I just mentioned in the lab that I wanted to use humans for experiments. Why did you take it seriously?"

"And even if you do an experiment, use me." The young man's clear voice sounded behind Dotole. Dotole slightly turned sideways, revealing the young man who was blocking behind him.

The mask, hair, chin, and clothes are exactly the same as Dotora's, making him look exactly like the young Dotora.

"How old were you when this slice was taken?" The puppet raised his eyebrows and looked the boy up and down.

The boy looked at the puppet and said seriously, "Hello, I'm 15-year-old Dottore."

"15 years old? 15 years old... 15 years old!" There was a gleam in Crow's eyes. He looked at the 15-year-old boy Dotore eagerly, and desire flashed on his face.

Although the 20-year-old Dotore is still there, the longevity experiment was successful after all, and this 15-year-old Dotore is a perfect example.

"You cut off so many slices, what are the side effects?" The puppet would not believe such nonsense as there are no side effects.

"It's just a little sleepy, not a big problem." On the contrary, this sequelae is a good thing for Dotore.

He had to frequently suppress the system's resistance, and the best time was during sleep, when no one would disturb him and nothing would go wrong. It could be said that except for the time when the system suddenly broke through, he reinforced the seal during sleep.

"Be careful about your behavior." Seeing that Dotole knew what was going on, the puppet stopped trying to persuade him.

They all knew Dotore's character. Although he was a little weird, he was still a "good man". The most important point was that although he was crazy, he cherished his life very much. At the very least, Dotore would never die easily unless he was in desperate situation.

Even if his original body dies, he still has many slices spread all over the world, and he can always "resurrect" in another slice.

"Dotole, give me the secret of immortality, give it to me!" The crow panted heavily. He looked at Dotole pleadingly, but the puppet was a little annoyed. Her index finger moved slightly, and the silk thread wrapped around her finger, which was almost invisible to ordinary people, suddenly tightened. The crow froze, his eyes were dull, and he stopped moving.

Except that his consciousness was screaming madly, trying to break free from the control of his flesh.

The crow was completely controlled, but the puppet put down his hands without interest. She manipulated the bodyguard and the crow to stand still, with boredom on her brow.

"How boring! How many times have we taken control of the Black Organization?"

Dotore was sitting lazily on the sofa, playing with the crow's cane. After hearing the puppet's question, he thought about it.

“This is the 726th time.”