darkest personality

Chapter 71. 73. Learning to Choose
George and the one-eyed black man knew each other.

One drug dealer, one a drug supplier?
Coupled with the fact that Mary was a drug addict before, suppliers, sales, and consumers came together.

"Kenny, we have to unite, kill this guy first, let him put his hand in the box, and you will get the antidote."

George coughed loudly, approached the one-eyed black man, and kept urging Kenny.

Bai Ye's exposed hands just now made him extremely jealous, and he, being cunning, immediately thought of pulling people into a group.

"Look, this guy is also thinking about the antidote. As long as the antidote is taken out, he will definitely be the first to snatch it."

George kept teasing Kenny.

But Kenny, the one-eyed black man, only looks clumsy and domineering on the outside, but he is obviously very smart in his heart, and he will not be provoked by a few words from George.

At this time, he was staring at Bai Ye with cold eyes, as if he regarded Bai Ye as his main opponent, and wanted to see through the opponent's details.

"Who will get the antidote in the end, each depends on his ability."

Bai Ye was playing with the scalpel in his hand, and he didn't deny George's statement, and said with a half-smile: "But the premise is that someone must get the antidote."

The one-eyed black man didn't speak, but looked at Fat Bill standing behind Bai Ye.

"No, no...it's none of my business, it has nothing to do with me, it's his business..."

Fatty immediately understood what this group of people wanted to do, hurriedly shook his hands, and started to back up non-stop.

"Aha! Come on fat man, come here, this is what you have to do."

George laughed sinisterly: "Go and help us take out the antidote."

……

"I don't approve of it."

Bai Ye coldly rejected this approach.

He pointed to a monitor installed in the corner of the room.

"Every area of ​​the house is monitored and I think it would be better for us to follow the rules in everything we do."

Fat Bill looked at Bai Ye with gratitude in his eyes.

"Shit! You damn bastard, you just want to kill me!"

Some people are happy that someone is worried.

Seeing that he had finally managed to divert the danger, and now being pushed back to the forefront with just a few words by Bai Ye, George lost control of his emotions.

"If I want to kill you, I can do it now, with the help of that box?"

Bai Ye played with the scalpel in his hand, and squinted at the iron box: "Hehe, it's too troublesome."

"..."

Although George was very angry, he was not impulsive and thoughtless, and he knew that what Bai Ye said was the truth.

He quickly calmed down, his eyes rolled quickly, as if he was urgently looking for a more beneficial escape method.

"Aren't you afraid that if I destroy the antidote, everyone will die together?"

"I don't think you are a fool."

Bai Ye picked his ear, "Before you do such a stupid thing, ask the old guy next to you if he agrees."

Dare to destroy the antidote, George will be revenged by Kenny, and the end will be death, while others still have the antidote in the basement box to get.

Hearing this, George glanced at Kenny.

The latter was standing with arms folded, expressionless, but the warning in his eyes was very obvious.

Although the old man did not express his position, if George made any changes, Kenny would probably be the first to deal with him.

George had no choice, with resentment in his eyes and a dejected expression, he walked towards the iron box step by step like a bereaved dog.

He stretched his trembling hands towards the two holes on the front of the iron box.

Bai Ye and the others came to the back of the iron box and looked into the box through the round glass.

George's hands have already reached into the left and right compartments of the iron box, and he is groping forward little by little.

"Go a little further with your left hand, yes, come on, you're almost touching the button."

Fat Bill kept giving George instructions and encouragement.

George stretched out his hand cautiously, probing a little bit, as if there was a dangerous minefield ahead, which might trigger a fatal explosion at any time.

Finally, his left hand touched the button.

George was already sweating profusely, as if he had just engaged in some very strenuous activity.

The psychological pressure suppressed him like an invisible mountain, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Okay, just press the button, and the antidote over there should rise up."

Fat Bill sweated for George.

He may have naively thought that as long as he reached this level, he was already safe, and then he only needed to take out the antidote from the box.

"Hurry up and go on."

Bai Ye urged calmly: "Hope is ahead."

"shut up!"

George gave him a stern look.

He seemed to have a premonition that there was a terrible trap waiting for him ahead, and he began to take deep breaths.

After making up his mind, he touched the button with the tip of his left finger and pushed hard slowly.

click!
There was a sound of machine activation in the iron box, and the trap that George had been fearing for a long time was finally triggered.

Two pieces of iron suddenly popped out from the top and bottom of his forearm, they firmly clamped George's forearm, and began to tighten continuously.

"Ah! Ah!"

George screamed in fright before he felt the pain, and his arms instinctively retracted.

But when he removed his hand from the button, the iron block clamping his arm also rose, and the antidote that had slightly protruded from the tubular container in the right compartment sank back immediately.

'Must keep pressing the button. '

Bai Ye immediately understood the principle of this device.

George had to keep his hand on the button for the stick of antidote to rise from the tube, and if George withdrew his hand midway, it would all be for naught.

but……

The deeper he presses the button with his left hand, the tighter the iron block on his left arm will be squeezed. It is estimated that when the antidote in the tube container rises to a height that can be obtained, his arm will also be covered with iron. The block was crushed abruptly.

This should be the meaning of the phrase 'When you are in the abyss of sin, you have to learn to choose' said by the heavy voice on the radio - the designer of this device wants George to exchange the antidote with the price of one hand!

……

"Quick, let me continue!"

George's 'buddy' Kenny slapped the shell of the box with both palms, and drank with a fierce look on his face.

He obviously didn't have much patience, and thought that George's performance just now was playing him.

"Fake!"

George's expression was full of collapse, and he waved his fist into the air as if venting.

His chest couldn't stop heaving, his eyes were a little determined, and he took another deep breath and put his hands into the iron box.

The left hand pressed the button in the compartment, and the antidote in the tubular container in the right compartment also began to rise slowly.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The continuous squeezing of the iron block made him howl in pain.

"It's out, it's out, come on, don't give up, you can get the antidote after a little more patience."

Fat Bill lay prone in front of the small glass window, watching eagerly as the antidote rose about one-third of the way up from the tubular container.

"Fuck ah ah ah ah!"

George looked mad, his face flushed, and the veins on his forehead and neck suddenly popped up.

The tightened iron block had already begun to press against the bone of his forearm, and he seemed to hear the sound of the bone being about to break.

"Come out, come out!"

The fat man shouted excitedly, the antidote had completely floated out of the tubular container.

The bones of George's forearm had been squeezed into a nearly flat shape by the iron block. His face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was trembling because of the forced enduring pain.

"Take out the antidote quickly."

Kenny looked nervous and urged fiercely.

George gouged out the 'dude' with a fierce look, and forced himself to reach the antidote injection with his right hand.

but……

Because he was in a position where he couldn't see the specific location of the injection, he took the antidote completely by feeling.

When he picked up the antidote with his hands, he reluctantly pulled it up.

puff!
With a soft sound, the syringe was pulled up and down by him.

The antidote in the needle was immediately spilled.

……

(End of this chapter)