Forensic Medicine Qu Xiaoshui

Chapter 500 The Betrayer: Qin Gan (16)

The black-haired man held the little boy's white and tender arm with some baby fat, turned his head to look at Qin Gan who was struggling, and smiled sarcastically:

"You should know that all I want is the password, and this unending situation is all because of your damn stubbornness."

Seeing the pitiful look of the boy crying and trying to retract his arm, but struggling, Qin Qian was really angry.

He didn't expect that the black-haired man didn't even have the final bottom line, and he would attack an innocent child.

"You...do you know...that you...are...doing...what...what..."

Qin Qian's breath was like a thread, and every breath involved the wounds all over his body. This was the first time in his life that he realized that he could be so weak that even the sound of his mouth was so small that he couldn't hear it.

The needle that the black-haired man was planning to pierce into the boy's right arm stopped, and the needle tip just touched the child's skin.

His eyes seemed to be soaked with thick black ink, as dark as Shura who was about to open the gate of hell:

"Of course I know what I'm doing."

He watched Qin Qian clumsily trying to get rid of the rope, and didn't quite understand why Qin Qian insisted on doing useless work when he knew that such a special knot would get tighter the more he struggled.

Even if the rope is really untied, what can Qin Qian do?

Just because of his immobile body?
The black-haired man thought for a while, put the lid on the syringe again, and took out the butterfly knife in his pocket instead.

He quickly cut a wound on the little boy's leg, and casually threw the blood on the blade on the ground.

The black-haired man's strength is very precise. He can confirm that the wound will not leave the child disabled in the future, nor will it hurt important nerves, but it can also ensure that he cannot move for a short time. Only then is he a little satisfied head.

Hearing Qin Qian's feeble roar, the black-haired man laughed:
"I'll play one last game with you."

This time, without any hesitation, he directly pushed the medicine in the syringe into the boy's body.

Then he walked quickly to Qin Gan, and the black-haired man cut the rope that bound Qin Gan with the butterfly knife in his hand.

He moved very quickly. After cutting the rope, he quickly squatted back, avoiding the blow of Qin Gan's accumulated strength, and let Qin Gan fall to the ground in embarrassment.

"I injected him with a chronic snake venom. If the dose is for an adult, it can last for 6 to 8 hours. For a child, about 3 hours is the limit."

The black-haired man fastened the cap on the syringe, stuffed it into his pocket, and walked slowly towards the stairs.

"The serum is on me. I will wait for you on the first floor. If you can go upstairs in time and answer my question, I will naturally give the serum to you."

Having said that, he stopped, turned around, glanced at Qin Gan, who was lying on the ground like a blood man, and hadn't stood up, with an unpredictable expression, and said:

"Of course, you can also choose to stay here and watch him die from poison."

The black-haired man was actually a little anxious. He didn't expect that Qin Qian had only disappeared for a day, and someone had already started to investigate in private.

Judging by the professionalism of those people, they are definitely not members of the mercenary organization. Then there is only one possibility. The timing of his kidnapping Qin Gan was wrong, and it happened to be the timing when he was about to contact the online.

This thought made the black-haired man frown unexpectedly, but he quickly let go of these thoughts and walked up the steps slowly.

Based on what he knew about Qin Qian, Qin Qian would never let that child die in front of him.

It's the quality of their kind of people, that boring sense of justice that makes people love and hate it so damn much.

Qin Qian's eyes turned black for a while, and he could hardly see everything in front of him, but he still stood up unsteadily, staggered and took two steps back, until he hit the chair, and barely stabilized his figure .

The boy next to the shelf was crying silently, his chubby hands were tightly covering his injured leg, and his black eyes, which looked like two grapes, were full of fear and fear.

Qin Gan slowed down and finally regained his vision. He glanced at the boy and wanted to pretend he couldn't see it.

He knew that there was only one question that the black-haired man would ask. The man was so persistent in wanting to get the password of the database.

Giving a wrong answer would definitely be discovered, which left Qin Qian with no choice at all.

Either watch the child die, or hand over the password.

This choice is really too difficult.

The education from childhood to adulthood made Qin Qian unable to watch a child who could obviously be rescued die in front of him, and his loyalty to the flower planter made Qin Qian would rather die than expose state secrets.

In the end, Qin Gan still lost in the child's tear-soaked eyes.

He smiled bleakly, as if mocking himself, but also as if he had no choice.

Qin Gan exhausted his last strength and walked towards the stairs.

Qin Qian never knew that going up the steps could be such a painful thing. With the movement of raising his legs, the wound on his body cracked again.

In a trance, I felt that I had drained all the blood from my body, but thinking like this, I couldn't feel the pain.

I don't know what kind of strength supported him to climb the steps step by step. Qin Qian's mind went blank and he couldn't remember anything.

It wasn't until he finally came to the first floor and saw the black-haired man waiting there that Qin Gan recalled the reason why he went upstairs.

The voice was almost squeezed out of the throat:

"Give...serum...to...me..."

The black-haired man stared at him for a few seconds, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

The complex emotions in his eyes have completely disappeared.

He took out a tube of serum that he had prepared and spread out his palms.

Qin Qian heard the black-haired man ask calmly:
"What is the password?"

Qin Gan knew that men paid great attention to promises. If they said it was serum, what he had in his hand must be serum.

Qin Gan simply closed his eyes and quickly reported a set of numbers.

The dark-haired man started the test, and the results were quickly displayed on the special software already installed on the phone.

is the real password.

The black-haired man handed over the serum contentedly.

Qin Gan couldn't lift his hand anymore, but he still held the syringe vaguely. He came to the stairs leading to the basement, leaned on the wall with his hand, turned his back to the black-haired man, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Are you...to...the flower planter...still...remaining...loyal...?"

He hoped that the man really just wanted to take out his own file and not compromise the safety of other companions.

These people who can become undercover agents, not to mention that each of them is an elite, but they are almost the same.

Especially those who can enter the inner circle of the mercenary organization, the effort, manpower, and material resources spent are simply incalculable.

How many times have you experienced life and death before you can get close to the core secrets, and you don't need to think about it to know the difficulties.

Qin Qian hoped that in the end, the black-haired man could hold the bottom line and not harm his former comrades-in-arms.

　Thanks to Linglong Baozi for generously voting for the monthly ticket
　　Thank you for your support and encouragement,

　　I will continue to work hard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)