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Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 1160

"So...he assassinated me out of a personal grudge?" Ross narrowed his eyes, with strong doubts in his tone.

Due to the failure of the anesthesia, his whole body was soaked with sweat at this moment, and he couldn't concentrate on thinking at all.

But the long-term experience made the old man feel that the whole thing was abnormal.

After all, the U.S. government and politicians have done a lot of immoral things, but how many are really retaliated against?

Why did you suddenly win the jackpot?

even more how there is more than one veteran with a disability like Kirstin Butling and nothing.

Why is he the only one who dares to do this?

Also, how on earth did this man infiltrate the demonstrators with a gun?

Washington is the capital and political center of the United States, home to countless high-ranking officials and great characters, so it is also the strictest in gun management.

Not to mention illegal possession of guns near the Supreme Court, even legal possession of guns will be monitored.

middle-aged man responded calmly: "According to Kirstin Butling's own account, it should be like this. However, we suspect that there is a terrifying organization hidden behind him, The purpose is to completely disrupt the social order. You must know that 38 hours have passed since he surrendered himself. Twelve cities in the United States have entered anarchy due to riots, and countless shops and banks have been looted. And the blessing of this officer under your command, the economic loss alone is almost worth the total defense budget for a year. Not to mention the huge political disaster and scandal, and the loss of our international reputation."

"But what does this have to do with me? I'm just a victim! And those dark histories about me weren't thrown out on purpose by you?" Ross asked with a sneer.

Hearing that the president who betrayed him by go back on one's word is now facing an extremely dire situation, he can't help but want to laugh out loud, and deserve it.

Because of such a big mess in the other party's office, even if he is not impeached and stepped down, the next re-election will basically be out of the question.

Don't talk about being re-elected, maybe he will become the worst-rated president in American history.

"Victim? Hehe, it's really ironic to say this word from your mouth. But I'm not here to tell you this. On the contrary, I want to ask you for help Do yourself a favor, and you can do yourself a favor." The middle-aged man went around in circles for a while, and finally got to the point.

"Help? I've become what I am now, what else can I help you with? It's me who really needs help. This damn pain! Doctor! I need anesthesia!" Ross said shouted loudly.

After a while, Grant Ward, disguised as a doctor, walked in from outside.

He did a pretentious examination before saying with a bitter smile: "Sorry, sir. You've just been injected with some kind of medicine that quickly restores consciousness and sobriety. Before it fails, All anesthetics will not have any effect. Please hold on for a while, it will take about twenty minutes to half an hour."

"What? Who gave me this medicine?" Ross's face changed instantly, Staring at the "old friend" in front of him.

In his opinion, since the other party can inject this medicine while in a coma, he can naturally inject deadly poison.

Combined with the current turbulent situation, it is very likely that the White House will choose to die directly on the hospital bed to quell the anger of the people.

"I injected you," the middle-aged man admitted unabashedly.

Hearing this sentence, Ross's expression suddenly turned gloomy: "What do you want to do?"

middle-aged man responded without thinking: "It's very simple! This Kirsten Butlin wants to talk to you face to face. As long as we can meet his request, then he will reveal some real secrets."

"Are you crazy? The guy thinks Kill me!" Ross growled angrily.

Because he was too emotional, he accidentally pulled the sutured wound in his abdomen, and immediately bared his teeth in pain.

"no! I'm not crazy! It's just that this guy's mental state is quite abnormal. We tried all kinds of methods, but we couldn't pry his mouth open. Otherwise you think I'll take the risk Coming to you with a huge risk? Even more how, our people will monitor the whole process. Kirstin Butlin's hands and feet will also be firmly bound, you don't have to worry about what he will do to endanger The act of your life." the assurance of the middle-aged man blunt.

He knew that the other party was worried, the White House would take this opportunity to kill a witness to silence them, and then the court would convict Kirsten Butlin of Level 1 murder, treason, contempt of the law, etc. A series of felonies were convicted, and the two extreme troubles were finally successfully resolved.

"You brought him?!"

Ross, who has been in politics for so many years, is not an idiot. control.

middle-aged man nodded thoughtlessly: "That's right! He's in the car outside the hospital right now. As long as you nodded, I can arrange for you to meet right away. Don't you want to Do you know, who wants your life?"

"If I agree, what benefits will I get?" Ross is a political veteran, and he suddenly thought of taking the opportunity to make conditions.

After all, the fact that he was assassinated and injured has become a very good excuse.

"Sorry, doctor, can I trouble you to go out first? I have some more private things to discuss with Mr. Ross." The middle-aged man said to Grant Ward immediately.

The latter nodded with a smile: "Of course!"

Then, he turned and walked out of the intensive care unit, and took the door of the ward with him.

After confirming that Grant Ward had completely gone, the middle-aged man asked, "What do you want?"

The essence of politics is compromise and exchange of interests. He was no doubt well aware of this, and tempted cautiously.

"I want the Supreme Court to drop all charges against me." Ross offered the condition without hesitation.

The middle-aged man, apparently anticipating this, immediately bargained and said, "Sorry, you're wishful thinking. The Supreme Court could easily terminate the proceedings once it starts. But I can let Mr. President Influence a few Supreme Justices to make sure your sentence is much lighter than it would have been without actually going to jail."

"How do you guarantee this? You know I've been through it once. Betrayal, I don't want to experience a second time."

Ross is undoubtedly also very clear that it is unrealistic to ask the Supreme Court to drop the charges against him, and he immediately retreats.

After all, the asking price is all over the sky to pay back the money.

First offer a price that is unacceptable to the other party, and then take a few steps back and offer a condition that the other party can barely accept, so that the success rate tends to be higher.

"Here, this is the promise the president gave you." The middle-aged man took an envelope from his suit pocket and handed it over.

Ross endured the pain and took a look at it. He was very surprised to find that it was actually a signed amnesty.

With this thing, no matter what kind of accusation you face, you can get away with it.

There is no doubt that this thing can be said to be quite sincere as a guarantee.

So he immediately satisfied nodded: "Okay, I agree. You can bring this Kirsten Butlin here now."

"Smart choice. "

middle-aged man said nothing, and immediately called his subordinates who were waiting outside the hospital.

About five minutes or so, a group of brawny men in black suits walked in from the outside, holding a decadent-looking veteran.

Along the way, they startled many doctors and nurses.

But fortunately, this is a hospital dedicated to serving high-ranking government officials, so the riots quickly subsided.

When Kirsten Butlin was brought into the intensive care unit, Ross finally recalled the identity of the other party and asked in disbelief: "It's you? You want to kill me? Why?"

"Why you should know best in your heart, don't you?" Kirsten Butlin cracked his mouth and revealed a chilling, hideous smile.

Seeing the enemy close at hand, his emotions obviously became very excited, whether it was his eyes or the accelerating heartbeat, it seemed to herald something.

But unfortunately, the middle-aged man and his men were unaware of the danger and still had 100% confidence in the handcuffs and shackles.

"no! I don't know! All I remember is that I arranged for you to be treated by the best doctor, and at the same time gave you the highest disability pension. But you refused in the end, and even greeted you Leave the army without fighting. If it wasn't for me to cover up for you, you would have been treated as a deserter." Ross angrily began to accuse the other party of being ungrateful.

In his opinion, as a boss, he has done enough and enough.

But Kirsten Butlin obviously didn't appreciate it, and sarcastically said: "Yeah! You arranged the best doctor for treatment. But what about the result? The result is one of mine. My arm was amputated, leaving scars on my face without magic cultivator. Because of those strong corrosive liquids, the activity of my cells was destroyed. Unless half of the face's muscles are dug out, any repairs such as skin grafting No means worked. Most importantly, when I got home, my wife and child were in body bags! Their bodies were like being smashed by a shovel, and I couldn't see them at all. I have lost everything, even if you give me more pensions, what's the point?"

Faced with these accusations, Ross was silent for a while, not knowing what to say for a long time.

Because if it were him who suffered this kind of misfortune, I'm afraid he would also hate the root cause of all these tragedies.

It took a full minute before Ross lifted the head Staring at the veteran's eyes that seemed to eat people: "So you thought of killing me?"

"That's right! In fact, it wasn't you that I hated at first, but the green The Hulk. But then, when media blunders were the culprit behind it all, I decided to at all costs and make you taste the pain."

When talking about this remark , Every word of Kirstin Butlin seems to be squeezed out of the gap between his teeth.

Not only that!

The parasitic cells of the ancient gods also began to be stimulated by strong negative emotions and began to become active uncontrollably.

In the blink of an eye, the veteran's body began to change.

The back and chest were suddenly torn apart by some huge force, and several thick tentacles were drilled out of the body.

Before other people around could react, these tentacles took the lead, rolled up the nearest unlucky eggs, and started to exert their strength.

ka-cha —ka-cha —ka-cha!

After the sound of bones breaking with one's hair stand on end, heart-piercing screams echoed in the intensive care unit.

"Ahhh Ahhhh!!!!!!"

"cough cough cough cough! Ribs! A broken rib went into my lungs!"

"Fake! My spine is broken!"

...

For a while, the bodies of several people who were attacked were twisted into very exaggerated shapes.

What's more terrifying is that they didn't die immediately, but incapacitated, lying on the ground awake feeling the incomparable pain and the slow loss of life.

"Strange...monster?!"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded at the scene in front of him. He quickly retreated and pulled out the pistol on his waist.

He didn't expect that in his dreams, this veteran who chose to surrender himself has such a strange transformation ability.

It's no wonder that after more than 30 hours of fatigued interrogation, the other party didn't respond at all.

The one who was equally shocked was, of course, Ross lying on the hospital bed.

The soldier-turned-politician, enduring the severe pain, climbed out of the bed, grabbed the metal rack used to hang the infusion bag, and tried to use it as a weapon to resist those strong tentacles .

"hahahaha! How, are you feeling fear and despair now? If not, don't worry. Because I'll give you a good taste before killing you."

"Hahahaha! p>

After that, Kirstin Butlin's entire body, supported by the huge tentacles, slowly left the ground and swooped down from a height.

"Fire! Fire! Don't let him get close!" Ross yelled at the middle-aged man, waving the shelf in his hand frantically.

The latter woke up suddenly at his reminder, and pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation.

Bang! boom! boom! boom! boom!

With the crisp gunshot, one after another nine-millimeter bullet spewed out of the barrel, hitting Kirstin Buterin's mutated body.

Unfortunately, the warhead didn't even penetrate the protective layer of scales and stratum corneum that emerges from the surface of the skin.

There was even a ricochet, which bounced back directly and hit the middle-aged man's leg, tearing off a large piece of flesh on the spot, causing him to kneel on the ground and scream in pain.

Similarly, the sound of gunfire alarmed the entire hospital.

Especially when I saw what happened in the intensive care unit through monitoring, the security guard on duty immediately dialed the emergency contact number and tried to ask for help from the outside world.

This is not something they can handle.