Chapter 248: Dead Wife

A drop of warm tears fell on Klester's left cheek. It was wet and had a very uncomfortable numbness.

"Listen, I...I'm sorry for that incident. Doctor, I...I...I didn't want to...I, I mean... Then, at that time, you were just an ordinary person. You, you should understand that it was not my fault-"

Kleister repeatedly tangled with a few simple words, chatting endlessly and trying his best to show that he had nothing worth mentioning. But he did not notice at all - deep in Rand Walker's eyes, the abuse and hatred slowly released as the liquid gushed out from the tear glands.

"You are right - in this dirty wasteland world, ordinary people are indeed just pigs and dogs without status and rights. Only evolutionary people are the kings who rule everything high above. You can wantonly deprive all things that belong to others, property, life, dignity, freedom... hahaha! This is a fucking damn world of bastards."

Rand Walker smiled and sweared. This rarely happened to him. He flexibly turned the scalpel between his fingers, gently stroked Klester's chest with his left hand, and maliciously picked up a thick, long, black and hard chest hair, and broke it hard.

The sudden pain from his chest made Klester's eyes jump instinctively. He twitched the corners of his mouth, his muscles were stiff as iron stone, twisting his cheeks, barely squeezing a very ugly smile that could not tell the original face.

"I...I can compensate you. Women, money, power... As long as you speak, everything is fine. I can even..."

"What's the use of those things?"

Rand Walker suddenly stretched out his fingers and grabbed Kleist, who was unable to move on the bed, shaking his hair from side to side, and roared angrily: "You killed Jenny, she, she is my only wife-"

This sentence sounds a bit weird, but Klester didn't notice anything special. He was bound by the potion and could only look at the angry doctor silently. He understood why Rand Walker was so painful. Klester thought he was cruel and ruthless. As the evolutionary power continued to increase, the power gained in the "Claws" became increasingly powerful, and countless people died indirectly or directly at his hands. But deep in his mind, there were always the dark and thin figure of Jenny. She would only be

Her sleep appeared. It was accompanied by the wailing of the dead and countless miserable and terrible faces. There were blood and fire, and countless dry and pale, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the flesh and blood of humans or animals. Her appearance had become very blurred, but was so clear that it was terrifying. The face that only appeared in memory was no longer pure and refined, but was filled with gray and white that only the dead had, with blood flowing from the corners of her eyes and lips. She kept smiling and slowly walked towards herself until she was close to her, and she suddenly tore her clothes.

The curved body has rotted into a wreck with a disgusting smell. The breasts that should have been bulging high were replaced by several curved ribs. The surface was covered with pus, black and dirty rotten flesh, and fat and round white maggots were occasionally found.

Although he was not wearing clothes and the temperature in the room was not high, Klester felt that his palms were covered with sweat, and the warm blood seemed to have filled every corner of his body, making his chest feel stuffy, panicked, and uncontrollably frightened.

"I...I...as long as it is what you want, I can give it to you-"

Kleist murmured weakly.

"Give it to me? What can you give me?"

Rand Walker sneered "hehehehe" and laughed at his innocence: "You can't give anything-"

"Dina...is a surname that should be sent to hell forever, never be liberated, and extremely sinful—"

Rand Walker's face had gradually returned to calm. At such a close distance, Kleist clearly saw the coldness in the two gazes. There was no tolerance or kindness in it.

He just didn't understand why Rand Walker suddenly mentioned his last name?

"Since the 20th century, Dena has become a mafia family with forces throughout North America and Europe. As far as I know, you are not the direct blood relative of the Dena family, but a branch of interest marriage. While destroying the old civilization, the nuclear war also destroyed the foundation of the mafia's painstaking management for hundreds of years. During the war, almost all the direct blood relatives at that time died, and the entire Dena family was left with your father and two other male members, and they were hastily able to enter the underground shelter. It has to be admitted that the inheritance of the Mafia family is indeed extremely strict. They faithfully follow the tribe's legacy, and your uncle inherited the position of the head of the family. In other words, "The Claws" are actually the mafia that continues to rule underground in the wasteland world."

Rand Walker's slender fingers slowly rubbed the surface of the muscles on Klester's chest and shoulders, and said lightly: "The cooperation between the Dana family and the Rockefeller family had already begun as early as the Great American immigration period. Due to the mutual needs of interests and actual control, the Mafia will follow Rockefeller's requirements and help them deal with some special problems that cannot be handled with normal means, kidnapping, killing, stealing or robbing trade secrets... Due to Rockefeller's protection and deliberate support, the Dana family has always maintained the core control of the Mafia. Even at the worst time, they only temporarily gave up some of their power to their opponents, but their strength was not damaged."

Klester was a little strange—Why did Rand Walker bring the topic to this? But his heart subconsciously trembled with the other person's words. It was inexplicable, fear of the unknown.

"Rockefeller is like an extremely huge octopus. Its tentacles could extend to every corner of the world in the old days. They would not let go of anything or technology that could bring benefits. Whether allowed or refused, they had a way to let the owner give it up and turn it into something in their own pocket."

"If you have read the journal "The Lancet" in the April 2001 issue of the old era, you will definitely notice that there is an article called "Neurological Strengthening and Decomposition Body". When I published this article, I had just received the identity recognition of the Royal Medical Council of England. At that time, the biotechnology I mastered was far beyond the normal range that the human medical community could accept. The Rockefeller family also took my research at the same time. They asked me to join a special scientific research institution in the United States and purchase the data in my hands for $200 million. Now think about it... I was too young at that time. I actually believed in nonsense like "science belongs to all mankind". In order to avoid it, I was so young...

Rockefeller, I took Jenny from Miami to Atlanta, and from London to Primus, Egypt, Congo, Nigeria, Monaco... Almost every few months, we were forced to change residences. In order to get what we wanted, Rockefeller did whatever he wanted. The Dyna family, who was commissioned, sent hundreds of killers to round me up. They killed all my family and frozen my bank account. In the most difficult time, Jenny and I even stayed in the mountains of India for more than two weeks, relying solely on wild fruits and animal meat. Do you know? At that time, I was so scared that I was dying, but I was a very stubborn person. The more I asked for my things, the more I would rather die than say a word."

"In Belgium, by chance, I met the Cardinal Archbishop of the Vatican Church. Using the method of replacing the body organs, I cured Menel's syndrome that had been bothering him for many years. In return, he promised to disguise Jenny and I as clergymen, leave with the inspection team, and arrange incognito in the Russian diocese. Just half an hour before we boarded the plane, the mafia killers who received the news also rushed to the periphery of the airport. In order to lure them away, Jenny knocked me out, took off her nun's black robe and rushed out of the airport. In the chaos, the gunmen beat her to an unrecognizable face. After I woke up, it had been two days since I could do anything. I could only stay in an unknown village near Siberia, praying all day long, crying and crying at the dilapidated churches and icons."

Rand Walker's voice was very plain, but Klester sounded a deafening roar. He didn't even dare to look directly at Rand Walker's green eyes. It was filled with ice-like cold, sharp like a knife.

"I have always wanted to take revenge. I want to kill everyone in the Dana family and the Rockefeller family. Maybe it was God's will! I did not die in the war and survived very fortunately. Leaving the underground shelter, I found some medical devices that were not completely damaged and still available in an abandoned hospital. Relying on these things, and the few nails I had been hiding in the wedding ring and took off from Jenny, I successfully copied her out. You can't imagine the scene when I saw her coming out of the training cabin. She had no memory, no active thinking. She was simply a shell that was exactly the same as Jenny. I hugged her and cried loudly - I needed a wife, but God gave me a soulless woman. The lost things could never be taken back. She was just a memory that existed in the depths of her mind, a symbol that could not appear."

Land Walker sat on the chair, his eyes crossed Klester's body and projected straight onto the white wall opposite. He seemed to be able to see through the blockage of isolated vision, and kept looking at the distant end of the illusion.

"She is no longer the original Jenny. In order to regain her lost soul, I taught her to learn to speak and read like a child. She learned very seriously. Although the degree of intellectual evolution cannot keep up with the speed of physical development, she has slowly grown into a real woman. One and Jenny gradually overlap. The two of them can eventually travel through time and death restrictions and become the wife I am familiar with."

Speaking of this, Land Walker paused for a moment, his plain eyes fell in the center of Klester's gaze: "Do you know? During that time, I thought about giving up revenge. Whether it is the Dyna family and the Rockefeller family, their life and death are no longer so important. The wilderness is full of bones left by humans in the old era. Time can dilute hatred. Maybe it is God's will. Maybe I was a doctor. I just want to find a remote and peaceful town with Jenny, embrace and stay with each other, and live this life..."

Every muscle in Klester's body became stiff. He could clearly feel that Rand Walker's gaze had lost its dullness and softness, and was being replaced by the cold murderous intent and indifference.

"You killed her and burned her body. That was my only wife, the only one-"

Rand Walker's eyes were covered with blood, and gradually filled with pain and despair that had faded and quickly appeared. It was not until this time that Kleist finally understood why his words sounded strange. On that chaotic night in Black Gold Town, Rand Walker, tied to a wooden pole, desperately begged and wailed. He begged the crazy townsmen to return Jenny's body to himself. In the wasteland world, ordinary people's requests could never be taken seriously. The "claw" soldiers who were tyrannical and *** were vented over and over again on the dead... In the end, the rotten corpse could no longer see Jenny's original appearance, and the townsmen who gradually recovered from eased her on the fire and burned her to ashes.

"I can never copy her..."

Rand Walker's face had a desolate look. Even the most brutal Demon of Death could not help but cry: "Your grandpa, the old Denar, killed the real Jenny. And you led the group of drunkards to destroy her substitute. You completely destroyed her without even a single hair. Apart from revenge, and killing everyone in the Black Gold Town and the Denar family, I really couldn't think of anything else in this world that was worth doing."

Klester looked up at the gray ceiling and his eyes gradually dissipated. Even though the two men were nearly one meter away, and other attached physical tissues such as muscles and bones, he could clearly feel the anger and hatred deep in Rand Walker's heart that could never disappear.

He shook his head woodenly and murmured mechanically: "Doctor, please...I, I'm sorry..."

"Do you think it's useful to say this now?"

Suddenly, Rand Walker stood up from the chair and pointed a sharp scalpel at Klester, as if he was irritated by a mentally ill person, laughing almost madly, and shouting: "Hehe, hahahaha... I checked, you are the last heir of the blood of the Dena family, and I won't kill you so easily. Dear Klester, I will let you live very kindly. Never question what I said. I will never disobey what I said. You will live without any life threats, safely. Of course... you will never be free. Because, after all, you are a damn Nine-Star Parasite-"

...

Lin Xiang always had an indescribable special feeling when it comes to the hospital. He was very friendly and peaceful. Even the smell of disinfectant that was always filled with olfactory nerves and was pungent and unpleasant, made him feel extremely familiar.

There are always some traces that will never be erased in the memory of the subconscious mind of the human brain.

Lin Xiang could not forget that he woke up in the field hospital in the old era. That morning when the sun was shining and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of dianthus flowers.

Liu Yuchen is right - the dead will never be resurrected. The girl who uses Ying Jia's hair will certainly not have her soul, but she loves herself deeply and she loves her deeply... This is enough.

At Hidden Moon City Hospital, Land Walker is a very special existence.

He was unwilling to accept the position of vice president, but under the arrangement of Lin Xiang, he had his own independent research room, which could obtain sufficient electricity supply, and all the relevant materials needed were also provided by the city management committee.

Pushing open the door and walking into the outdoor room of the research room where no signs were hung, Rand Walker, who was sitting behind the desk, was picking up a black porcelain tea cup, gently blowing away the steam floating on the surface of the hot coffee, and taking a big sip.

"You're here at the right time. I have something here that you must like very much."

After looking at Lin Xiang who had just walked into the room, Rand Walker put the empty coffee cup aside, pushed the chair away from the table, stood up from the messy clothes collar, pushed open the thick door panel leading to the interior of the room, walked through a corridor more than ten meters long, and entered the spacious and bright laboratory.

An oval culture chamber supported by a triangular steel frame is firmly fixed on the tiled floor in the center of the room. This is a biological culture device that is often seen in hospitals or research institutes in the old era. It is medium in size, about one meter in length, made of hardened polyester, and is transparent. Several thick cables extend from the bottom of the tripod and are connected to the power interface installed on the wall surface. The oval culture chamber is filled with light blue nutrient solution. At the top, two spiral metal rings are divided from the left and right sides to seal the hatch, connecting the cushion layer made of soft materials in the middle, firmly fixing Klester's entire neck, unable to loosen, and even less likely to shake.

Rand Walker didn't lie—Chrester was indeed not dead, he was still alive.
Chapter completed!