Chapter 002: Counterattack in desperate situation, the desire to survive is maximized.
"Where am I?"
This was the first reaction in Zhang Hao’s mind after waking up.
The strong smell of disinfectant, the sultry body temperature, and the pale yellow light.
Zhang Hao instinctively raised his left hand, causing severe pain in his chest.
"This mission can finally come to an end. If this continues, I will go crazy!"
"Who said it wasn't? Forget it, don't say too much! After you finish this job, take the money and leave!"
The sound of two people talking came from outside the door, but Zhang Hao could not quite understand what they were saying.
Suddenly, two muffled "whoosh" sounds were heard in the air, followed by the sound of a body falling to the ground.
Then, a crackling sound similar to the friction between rubber and the ground gave Zhang Hao an idea!
He pulled up the white cloth covering his body and raised his head slightly to examine his body.
His upper body was naked, and his originally thin figure now became full of explosive muscles.
There was a ten-centimeter-long wound on the chest, which was sutured like a blood-red centipede.
There was something like a power bank hanging around the waist, connected to the abdomen by two wires, one red and one blue, and covered under white gauze.
When did my body become so muscular? Just like Captain America in the movie, he suddenly changed from a skinny guy to a handsome man with six-pack abs!
What about the surgical scar on my chest?
And what is that power bank-like thing on the waist? !
Without time to think too much, Zhang Hao knew that the most important thing at the moment was to figure out his situation! Besides, the sound just coming from outside was clearly the sound of a pistol with a silencer.
He was lying on the ground at the moment, but he could not feel the coldness of the ground. Instead, he felt .
I turned my head with difficulty and saw something like a fireplace, emitting a red light. No wonder the room was so stuffy!
He took a closer look! This was not a fireplace! This was clearly a crematorium!
The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer. Zhang Hao didn't have time to think about it and quickly looked around.
There were seven or eight other "corpses" like his, covered with white cloth and lying on the ground.
Against the wall, there was a steel spring bed about thirty to forty centimeters high and a few chairs.
Apart from this, there was nothing else in the room.
Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and rolled under the steel bed, not forgetting to pull in the white cloth that had covered his body.
This action affected the wound on his chest, causing pain that immediately caused beads of sweat to break out on his forehead.
“Bang!”
The door was kicked open rudely. Zhang Hao glanced through the bottom of the bed and saw a pair of black leather shoes and two trouser legs on the ground, but at an angle of about 40 to 50 degrees. It should be one of the two people who had just spoken.
The trouser legs were already stained with red blood. It was obvious that he had been killed by the man wearing black leather shoes and was being dragged into this room.
Following behind were another pair of black leather shoes and the murdered person.
There was no verbal communication throughout the whole process. Zhang Hao only saw two people in black leather shoes from the corner of his eye. They opened the drawer of the crematorium, threw the bodies in the room one by one, and then burned them.
Soon the room was filled with the stench of burning corpses.
Zhang Hao tried his best to calm his breathing. Once discovered, given his current physical condition, he would probably just have to pull the crematorium cabinet one more time.
Fortunately, the two men had their backs to him when they were moving the bodies, and the spring bed was relatively low, so they did not notice that there was another person hiding under the bed until they threw the last person into the crematorium.
The sound of a door closing was heard, and soon the only sounds in the room were Zhang Hao's faint breathing and the occasional sound like popping soybeans coming from the crematorium.
Zhang Hao could even hear his own heartbeat.
"wrong!"
"Why is my heart beating so strange?"
Zhang Hao immediately held his breath and concentrated, trying to feel his heartbeat again.
Slow but regular, yet not very powerful.
Thinking back to the past, when he was doing some traditional craft work late at night, he would also feel the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat and even hear the sound of "boom, boom, boom"...
As energetic as the drum that Song Shijie beat in front of the government office!
And now his heartbeat lacks energy!
Zhang Hao examined his body again.
The thing that looks like a power bank in the abdomen seems to be the power source of the artificial heart in the medical system!
The centipede-like surgical marks on the chest are clearly the sutures left after the artificial heart was inserted!
A cold sweat broke out from behind and then rushed to his forehead , and Zhang Hao's mind went blank in an instant.
Ten or so seconds later, a confirmed guess popped into his mind.
“My heart is gone!!!”
"But who gave me this artificial heart?"
It was obvious that those who had just been thrown into the crematorium were already dead.
If they had been fitted with artificial hearts like himself, none of them would have woken up when being dragged by those two men.
Were their hearts taken away?
Did they die because their hearts were taken away?
Shouldn't I be at the airport?
Zhang Hao's mind was instantly filled with countless whys.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden beeping alarm from the abdominal battery.
Zhang Hao looked down and saw four red words "low battery" on the battery display.
This means that once the battery dies, the book can be finished directly...
"No matter what, I can't die in the island country. I have to get out first," Zhang Hao thought to himself.
After a while, he repeatedly confirmed that there was no sound outside the room, then carefully crawled out from under the spring bed.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Hao stood up and walked out of the room.
…
Outside the room is a space less than 8 square meters in size, about the size of a bathroom at home, with no doors around it. An old wooden ladder connects to the top, and there is a large wooden board against the wall with a bundle of hemp rope next to it.
Zhang Hao guessed that he and the corpses should have been placed on the wooden board and lowered down with hemp ropes.
He climbed up the wooden ladder, which made a creaking sound.
The wooden ladder was not long, with only a dozen sections, and it didn't take long to reach the top.
Zhang Hao slightly moved the cover above his head and looked around through the gap.
It was like a storage room, the light was dim and you couldn't see anything clearly.
He gently moved the cover aside and climbed out.
There are blue storage racks all around, with hundreds of bottles of Japanese sake and some miscellaneous items neatly stacked.
There is a faint iron door behind the storage rack.
Opposite is a wooden door with light shining through.
Zhang Hao put his ear against the wooden door and heard intermittent snoring sounds from outside.
He slowly moved the wooden door and a kitchen came into view.
A fat man wearing a gray headscarf was sleeping on a simple bed next to the stove . His bulging beer belly and huge head looked like the two humps of a camel in the desert.
Seeing that the fat man was sleeping soundly, Zhang Hao wanted to sneak out first.
When I looked down, I realized that I was only wearing a pair of white "Cotton Boss" brand underwear that I had worn for many years. If I went out like this, there was an 80% chance that I would be the object of onlookers as soon as I stepped onto the street.
"After all, I am a descendant of the Yellow Emperor. I cannot lose this person in an island country." Besides, who knows if there are other people outside the kitchen.
Zhang Hao shook his head and rejected the idea of slipping out directly.
