Chapter 803 Welcome, Mr. ‘Leader’ (please vote for the big chapter)

In the simple and bright hall, standing in front of the operating table, He Ao, wearing medical gloves, raised the mithril test tube in his hand and looked at the red liquid that seemed to be shining brightly inside.

"alright."

He turned around and handed the mithril test tube in his hand to Lena, who was obviously nervous next to him. "You have collected a lot of auxiliary materials, which saved us at least half an hour."

"This is a C-level secret medicine, and you just gave it to me like this?"

Lena was slightly absent-minded, a smile appeared on her cheek subconsciously, and she looked at the mithril test tube in He Ao's hand.

"I told you,"

He Ao kept his hands motionless and looked at Lena, "I believe you."

Lena was slightly startled. The figure of the young man covered in blood last night and the young man with firm eyes in simple and clean clothes overlapped again.

In the years when she was growing up alone, it seemed that she had not been trusted like this for a long time.

Even last night, she thought it was the other party's subconscious desire to obey.

She reached out and took the test tube, and looked closely at the young boy's thin cheek, as if she wanted to see something from the weak and pale cheek.

"Has anyone ever said that you are very charming?"

She stared at the young boy in front of her. Although his appearance was not completely childish, his clear and sharp edges were vaguely visible, and he could already see his future handsome appearance.

"A lot of people say I'm very attractive."

He Ao shrugged and took out the three test tubes that had been extracted long ago and placed them on the test tube rack nearby. "Part of these will be used as your 'commission' for helping to rescue the FBI, and the other part will be temporarily stored with you."

"Sometimes you act and speak so sophisticatedly that I wonder, are you really a twelve-year-old kid?"

Lena pursed her red lips and took the test tube rack with a smile.

"Then what's the right thing for a twelve-year-old to say?"

While taking off his medical gloves, He Ao glanced at Lena and asked casually, "Aunt Lena?"

Lena:?

Who, who is the aunt?

Lena's expression froze instantly, and she pinched her cheeks subconsciously.

It's still elastic and hasn't slackened yet.

She quickly glanced at the mirror not far from the operating table.

It seems like there are some crow's feet at the corners of my eyes...

Shouldn't I stay up late? Phryne's eye cream is useless. Damn it, it's so expensive.

"Come back to your senses."

A soft shout called Lena back from her thoughts. She raised her head and saw that the young boy had taken off his gloves and walked to the door of the operating room. He was holding the door handle and looking at her.

"Can't you change your title and call me sister or something?"

Lena put away the test tube rack, followed the boy's footsteps, and sighed, "We older people should also consider the self-esteem."

"The passage of time cannot be reversed,"

He Ao glanced at her, and while walking out the door, he continued, "I advise you to accept the reality."

For a moment, Lena really wanted to press this kid's head to her chest and suffocate him to death.

At this moment, they were in the underground clinic of an underground doctor under Lena. Coming out of the operating room of this clinic, they had to go through a long and narrow corridor dotted with small windows.

The afternoon sun shines through the narrow windows and occasionally onto the long corridor, like stone bricks paved with light and shadow.

The young man's thin body slowly moved forward, raised his steps, and passed through the scattered light and shadow.

Lena stood at the door of the operating room, quietly watching the young man's back in the light and shadow.

She stretched out her hand and touched the sunlight streaming in from the window, and a little warm feeling spread along her slender fingers to the bottom of her heart.

The corners of his fiery red mouth naturally raised, revealing a faint smile.

"Aunt Lena?"

The young man in front of him had walked through the corridor at some point and turned back to look this way.

"The title 'Auntie' can be removed, thank you."

Lena raised her eyebrows slightly, held the test tube rack, and walked quickly through the sunshine in the corridor, keeping up with He Ao's pace.

"What I just told you about, the promotion ceremony of a 'warrior', do you still remember it?"

He Ao continued to move forward and asked casually.

"Take the secret medicine when faced with the siege of at least three D-class people and in a desperate situation."

Lena took a gentle breath and said slowly.

"Well, in theory, the stronger the enemy, the better the promotion effect will be,"

Walking out of the corridor is a bright small living room. In the center of the small living room is a holographic projection device, which projects a holographic projection of scattered streets and buildings.

He Ao stood among the holographic projections, looking at the criss-crossing roads, "But I can't guarantee that my guess is correct. You will probably die there. Have you made your decision to go?"

Lena originally wanted to make a joke, but looking at the young man's firm gaze, she slowly stopped smiling and gently lifted the red hair on the side of her face.

"I was born on the bottom floor of Storm Towers, which was the largest slum in the city. Even in Skone's time, it was the most dangerous and dirty place in the city.

"Girls like me who look good, or girls who are expected to look good in the future, will be taken away by gangs before they grow up, contaminated with various contraband, taken to strip clubs, or groomed

Become a rich man’s special lover,

"In that place, only those like me who are ruthless, cunning and not afraid of death can protect themselves and live better."

Her tone remained calm and calm, "The danger this time is, relatively speaking, not more terrifying than what I faced when I was weak, so I am willing to take this risk."

Of course, there is another reason why she is willing to believe in the arrangements and strategies of the young man in front of her.

But she couldn't say this, because it was different from the trust the young man expressed in her. Saying this was equivalent to placing a burden called 'responsibility' on the young man in front of her.

He Ao looked into the eyes of the woman in front of him and vaguely guessed what she was thinking.

However, he didn't say anything, but nodded slightly, "Then let's go as planned, pay attention to safety, and if there is any problem, just follow what I told you and evacuate immediately."

"good."

Lena nodded heavily, then she tilted her head and looked at He Ao who was starting to pack things, her eyes paused for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

He Ao, who picked up the knight's sword, glanced at him.

"nothing,"

Lena shook her head and sighed, "Sometimes I really feel that you are really young."

She had heard of young geniuses before, but this was the first time she had truly seen such a young genius.

"Is it,"

He Ao bent down, picked up the strap that bound the knight's sword, and said calmly, "Actually, I don't want to be young and immature."

Lena stared at the thin boy in front of her.

She suddenly realized that if the boy had been staying in the nutrition cabin before this, he might have witnessed the mutation suffered by his relatives.

"Feel sorry."

After a short silence, she slowly spoke.

"fine,"

He Ao put the knight's sword on his back and looked at Lena with a smile, "Let's go meet the 'client' who has been hiding behind the scenes."

The two of them left the clinic and left in two directions.

——

Yunduan District Mayor's Mansion

The white-haired old man sat under the wide balcony, leaning on the long wooden chair, reading the books in his hands, and the warm wind in the sunset blew his hair.

Dong Dong—

There was a slow knock on the door outside.

"Please come in."

The old man said slowly.

"Mr. Mayor."

A young man holding documents walked into the office and looked at the old man sitting in front of the balcony.

"Oh, you're here."

The old man put down the book in his hand, took out a pair of reading glasses from the side and put them on, then picked up a thick printed document on the coffee table in front of him, "This report of yours is not good, kid."
To be continued...