perfect savior

Chapter 126

"Handsome! Huge handsome!"

Daitris immediately said, not to mention this cyberpunk look, even if there is a pile of shit under the gray cloak, she can lick it without hesitation!
Live well, not shabby.

Francesco sighed, knowing that what the female reporter said was not true.

However, the fact that he didn't faint from scare on the spot meant that his current image was acceptable, and he wasn't shabby enough to make people sick.

The young policeman put on his cloak and said softly:
"Sorry... where do you live? Do you need me to send you back?"

"Don't bother! Thank you!" Daitris quickly refused.

Just kidding, walking with this kind of strange man whose body was broken in two, I simply don't know how to write the word "death". Although the mood seems to be quite stable now, what if the beast becomes violent?

"it is good."

Francesco nodded and stopped pestering, but turned and walked towards the city.

But what I didn't expect was that after only walking more than ten meters, the ponytailed reporter stopped him from behind:
"Sir, please wait!" Daitris looked at the gray cloak on him, thoughtfully:
"Are you... the one locked in the metal cabin?"

Francesco frowned:
"how do you know?"

"Sure enough, I said that I seemed to have seen the clothes you were wearing somewhere. I just remembered that this seems to be the cover of the metal cabin. Look, there is also the logo of the European Branch of the Council printed on it!"

Dai Tris gestured with her hand, and continued:
"I once saw a picture of a man trapped in a cage, the ground was covered in blood, and many researchers surrounded him doing experiments... Is that you?"

Francesco was silent, and held out her arm.

Under the moonlight, not a single part of the man's skin was intact. During the days in the underground base in Florence, the scars of the horrific experiments increased every day, and there was no time to heal.

Dai Tris's face turned pale, and she said angrily:

"It's so cruel! How could you do this to you!"

"It's actually okay." Francesco said softly:
"They saved me, I owe them, and during the experiment, Dr. Rainerson will inject me with pain blockers."

The young policeman explained.

In fact, he concealed a lot of things. For example, in order not to interfere with the experimental results, the dosage of pain blockers must be strictly controlled, and the pain of skin cramps can hardly be reduced by half; In the artificial blood, I don't know when I can get out.

"Oh..." Daitris asked curiously:
"I heard the guard outside the interrogation room say, your name is [Prototype], and your spine reminds me of the Silver Snake Mobile Team."

"They are superhuman fighters transformed by Dr. Reinason based on me. The human body, machinery, and evil life are integrated, and the body functions are initially superhuman. This is Type III technology. Through my research, the council can Quickly master this transformation technique."

"It sounds like you are special and precious."

"It seems to be, but I don't know why."

"Where are you going? I think you were walking towards the city just now..."

"My home is there. I want to visit my parents." Francesco raised his head and looked into the distance. The moonlight hit his cheeks, which were as white as a piece of paper:

"My parents are very old. Dr. Rainerson said that he has asked them to sign a non-disclosure agreement, knowing that I am not dead, but they must be very worried about me. I want to go back and have a look."

"And then?" Daitris was inexplicably worried.

"...I don't know, I escaped, and I can't judge the council's attitude towards me, but if the Type III technology has not been completely perfected, I will still be captured as a test product..."

The female reporter looked at Francesco's face and sensed the boy's irrepressible fear of the future.

Daitris suddenly felt a rush of motherhood, and this surging wave of motherhood got bigger and bigger, and finally forced her to blurt out:

"Wait! Do you want to listen to my advice?"

"What?" Francesco didn't respond for a while.

Daitris trotted to him, grabbed his arm, and counted the scars distressedly:
"Battle of public opinion, I have no ability to change the decision of the council, but there is a way to make your life better, we can use public opinion." When it comes to her professional field, Daitris looks very excited:

"The scars on your body are powerful weapons! I will take two close-ups with the camera later and give you an exclusive interview. I don't need to disclose sensitive information such as Type III technology, so I will tell you what happened to you. Why are you chopped up with knives and axes day and night, and you haven’t seen the sun for a whole month... Oh, by the way, what’s your real name? What was your previous job?”

"Francesco Ricci, a policeman..."

"My God! The police! It's a proper lore! Listen to me, in the face of a powerful council, you must learn to use the power of public opinion, and there is a temple on the top..."

……

When the sky was about to dawn, the Florence base ushered in Augustus.

He is wearing a dark brown suit and tie, with a handsome face with sharp edges and corners. A sloppy and ruffian taste, a little elusive.

Augustus sat on the middle chair, lightly tapping the wooden table with his fingers.

The handsome noble son, the silver ring, and Augustus didn't speak, but the pressure on everyone was enormous.

"Colonel Khaled, you and your people are all downgraded in rank, go and get the punishment yourself." Augustus said, there was no anger in his voice.

"...Master Augustus, may I explain that Francesco threatened the hostages, we have no way to shoot..."

"Colonel Khalid." Augustus was still very calm:

"Don't say any more, this is not a discussion, it's a notice."

The strong officer fell silent and took half a step back.

Augustus nodded slightly towards Dr. Rainerson:
"So, Reinson, do you have anything to say to me?"

"Uh...Master Augustus, as I said in the telegram, Francesco may be a potential danger to society, I hope you can arrest him..."

"I know that this base has a super human team named [Silver Snake Mobile Team], why not let them chase after it?"

"This...their individual combat strength cannot compare to Francesco, and their hearts are quite sympathetic to what happened to him. If they pursue them rashly, they may cause huge casualties..."

Augustus put his fingers heavily on the table, and the silver light of the ring flashed, and everyone's hearts seemed to be held by a big hand, almost suffocating.

"If you can't fight, you still have to fight, even if you die in battle, you still have to fight."

"If you have sympathy in your heart, try to find a way to cut off this emotion."

"If you have difficulties, you must find a way to solve them, and don't just think about asking the temple for help."

"The establishment of the council of the temple is not for you to collect money and power, and to show off your might."

"The Council is an eagle, a giant that rules the world, not a chick waiting to be fed!"

"If you don't train your team at this time, do you expect to train in the future world war?"

"Notify the Silver Snake Mobile Team and let them bring Francesco back."

"If you resist, you can kill."

(End of this chapter)