PitBabe series2

It took me almost half an hour to drive back to the lab. When I arrived, I parked my seriously injured son in front of me. Before walking inside, which is now completely dark, I think Lui must be hiding, as I said. This place is both quiet and dark. It's like returning to an abandoned warehouse again.

 

I pressed the light switch next to the entrance door. As a result, the whole hall came back to light. Everything is still in the same condition. Every door is completely closed. There is no sign of Jeff, Dr Chris, Touch and Liu, which may mean they still don't know I'm back. Or I'm unsure if the person who turned on the light is me. That's why they still refuse to come out of hiding.

 

Or not both.

 

My intuition is working again, but it's a little slow. I stood in the middle of the hall and started to feel that the only abnormality was the scattered items. Everything was so quiet that it made me think of Wang Weng. But I felt more people than when I left. The strange smell mixed with familiar smells. Those strange signals made me have to take the gun out of the case again, even though I knew that there were no more than three bullets left.

 

I moved forward slowly, scanning my eyes and looking around carefully, trying to open my awareness fully, but it didn't seem to help much. The Sense of Babe in me has been abnormal for a while. Because of that, I feel I have made more effort than usual to recognise my surroundings. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from behind.

 

"Charlie!"

 

Dr Chris stood on the balcony of the corridor on the second floor. He shouted my name loudly with the scariest expression I've ever seen from him. He had a gun in his hand, and he aimed it straight at me.

 

Bang!

 

No

 

He aimed at something behind me.

 

Bang!

 

After Dr Chris pulled the trigger for a split second, a bullet ran from behind me, soaring up to his left shoulder, causing Dr Chris to retreat. The bullet hit the wall.

 

Brother Bo!

 

I was so shocked that it seemed to breathe wrong. But I didn't even have time to cry, exclaim or stand dumbfounded. I pulled the gun out of the case and turned back in the direction I thought. That is the source of the bullet trajectory, and my prediction was accurate.

 

The gunman who shot Dr Chris stood behind me. He stood only three steps away and looked at me with relaxed eyes. Fearless. 

 

"Hey... Papa?"

 

My sensory system seems to be temporarily closed. It's not just a special sensor that doesn't work. But now it looks like I can't recognise anything except for the image of Babe standing before me. The brain doesn't even try to analyse the reason. I know. It's just that he shouldn't be here at a time like this. And the worst thing is that he came in with a gun and shot my friend.

 

Is this a dream?

 

Or I'm confused and create crazy images in my head again.

 

"Why do you make such a face?" Babe said in a relaxed tone before stepping forward two steps until the distance between us was reduced to only one arm's length. I accurately told the distance. Because now he's standing at the end of my gun. "Don't you miss me?"

 

Even though a gun is in his chest, Babe can still smile. His attitude had no sign of being scared, as if he was 100% confident that even if I had a gun in my hand, I had no way to pull the trigger.

 

"I'm sorry... I try to miss you every day."

 

Why did he do this?

 

That said, sorry... I'm sorry to have to cooperate with Tony. Is that all a lie, too? I thought everything would end from the day we agreed not to interfere anymore. I felt Babe would think it over and change his mind about letting go of this matter, but I just assumed it myself. Babe didn't know about changing. Even now, he still does everything openly. Show that he stood on the opposite side of me fully. And all this is because of me, who made him suffer.

This is his revenge.

 

He cooperates with the person I hate the most in my life, destroys my goals, and hurts me.

 

My boyfriend doesn't feel guilty at all.

 

I must have hurt him a lot.

 

"Why are you still?" Babe smiled and smirked, "Shoot now." His voice deeply cut both in my heart and on my body. The hand holding the gun was still stuck in the same position. Even though I don't know if this is what I want. I want to be more like that. I don't know about that. Maybe I want to protect myself.

 

"Shoot it, Papa... Stand still for me."

 

While I was standing dumb, the brain did not command. About five or six tall men walked down from the second floor. They had their guns. The researchers and my brothers, Touch, Dr Chris, Liu, and Jeff, were in the middle of the group. They were tied up with their arms and forced to walk down the stairs with a clear goal. This was to intimidate me.

 

"If you don't have the wisdom to pull the trigger... What the hell are you going to hold a gun for?" Babe laughed. He smiled widely, even though nothing was funny or inviting. My friend and brother were controlled and hurt like prisoners. He didn't even look at Jeff's face. The person he used to say was another brother. Where is Dr Chris, who now has blood on his shoulders because Babe shot at him just now? In this situation, how dare he dare to laugh?

 

The person I fell in love with—since when did he become so cruel?

 

A vast mass of feelings was packed in my chest until I was speechless. I didn't even know how to deal with this situation. When I caught a glimpse of Dr Chris's eyes, he looked at me with eyes that seemed to be trying to communicate something. But I'm not sure what it was. Does he want me to shoot Babe? Or are you telling me to give up? Damn, I want him to shout it out now. Now, my brain is not as sharp as I thought. Again, please stop thinking that I'm smart. Which intelligent person would let himself be in this situation?

 

This is the image I saw from Liu's future. The image of everyone who was injured, kneeling on the ground. Thirty minutes ago, I was relieved to prevent Winner from coming here. I thought shallowly that everyone would be safe without knowing who the real enemy was.

"If I do this, will it be easier?"

 

Babe’s voice caused me to scream again. This time, he didn't just talk. Babe leaned forward, attached his forehead to the tip of my gun, looked up, and smiled at me as if to say that if I were going to pull the trigger now, he didn't mind.

 

But why would I do that?

 

Babe should have already known that my goal has never been him. And it will never be. I answered Babe’s question by holding out the gun handle. Only the index finger is still inserted in the trigger. The calibre rotates vertically and drops the tip to the ground. Babe smiled broadly at my answer. Before straightening up and standing in a normal position

 

"Why did you do this?" I asked him.

 

"What does it mean?"

 

"Babe"

 

"I don't think I have to make that sound." Babe pretended to make a face. If it were normal, I would think he was so cute that I wanted to jump in and give him a firm cheek to the heart. But when we all have different people in our hands like this, I admit that I can't see his cuteness. "I intended to talk, but these guys?"

 

Babe’s mouth goes to my researcher.

 

"I don't know what the fuck is on me... Look", without saying anything. Babe tilted his left cheek for me and found a faint repeat mark on the cheekbones. If I had to guess, I wouldn't know what Bebe was discussing. It's probably a beaker. As for the person who did it, looking at the facial expression, it was perhaps Liu. Because she opened her mouth when Babe made a pleading voice to see me, "hurt."

 

"Put things in all at once... Is it necessary to do this much back?"

 

"No, I didn't do it." Babe shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands, pretending to give up.

"These guys are the ones who do it."

 

He meant the service dogs that were brought with them.

"What about Babe? You shot Chris?"

"He shot me first!"

 

"Well, you aim at me first," Dr Chris argued suddenly before being slapped by a servant dog. With the back of the hand, until the face turned. That picture made my body hot. I want to raise a gun and aim at people's heads again.

 

"You try it again," I turned to say to the SWAT, who slapped Dr Chris with a prison mood. He made a face to stop stealing and turned to look at Babe as if asking for help. Looking at his posture, he would dare to do it only because of Babe’s orders.

 

"Don't be his friend," Babe said, turning to the drones in a flat voice before diverting his gaze back to me. "They love each other so much."

 

It can be called cold. At the same time, it's like being sarcastic.

 

"Love him more than me. I wonder why you don't date each other at all," and cut off.

 

I think Babe already knows the relationship between Dr Chris and me. Dr Chris strongly rejects the concept of love. While I have been determined to love only one person for a long time, between Dr Chris and me, there is only empathy as someone with a common goal and appreciation as a talented person. These things have always been known. But even so, he is still low-minded. And I am happier when I am with Dr Chris than when I am with him.

 

"What does Babe want? Tell me."

 

But I don't have time to explain anything else now.

 

"You"

 

"I'm serious..."

 

"I'm serious," Babe interjected in a stiff tone. His voice resounded in the hall, stopping everything and attracting everyone to look at him. "I don't care about anything about you. I'm here because of you."

 

"What are you going to do with me?" I tilted my neck to look at him, "What do you want to talk about? With me?"

 

"I don't, but someone wants to talk to you."

"Who is it?" I asked, even though he already knew who the person he was talking about was. "Father”.

Really?"

 

"Whatever you want to call him, it's up to you." He doesn't seem to like that. I said that the bastard is his father. Until now, Babe probably hasn't been considered compatible with Tony. But because he wanted to get me back and bring me down with everything I've done, he agreed to hold the old dog's hand, which he said he hated so much. I wonder if he would hate me more than Tony.

 

"But I suggest we agree to go together, and everything will end beautifully. No one has to get Hurt."

 

"What if I don't go?" I asked back. Babe, what are you going to do? Kill everyone here, including Jeff?"

 

I emphasise Jeff's name to reinforce that Babe is conscious. If he doesn't care about P'Touch, Liu or Dr Chris, I can understand that Babe has no ties to them, but with Jeff. Even if they don't accept it, I know Babe and Jeff are closer than everyone thinks. Babe looks at Jeff like a real brother. And Jeff is no different. That kid cares about Babe, as Alan and I do. And honestly, whenever I argue with Babe, Jeff always sides with Babe. No matter how stupid that is, Babe is.

 

And until now, Jeff hasn't made a sound. His expression is flat, as if he's not afraid at all. While I'm scared to the point of being crazy, I'm hot just because I saw the bruises at the corner of my brother's mouth.

 

"No," Babe replied smoothly, shaking his head slowly while making intense eye contact with my face. He then turned to order the subordinates stiffly, "Drop the gun."

 

They looked at each other, confused by Babe’s order.

 

"I told you to leave!"

 

When they were caught, the dogs immediately obeyed their orders. They dropped their guns on the ground. Use your feet to kick it out far away. Then, stand around the four people as before.

"I promise not to let anyone do anything to them," Babe said to me. " You come with me?"

 

"If Babe says he won't do anything to everyone, why should I go with him again?"

 

"Maybe it's because..."

Babe didn't finish the sentence, but raised the gun in his hand and pointed it to the side of his Temple.

 

"Like this, I guess?"

 

My heart twitched with that picture. When I pointed my gun at him, I was almost not afraid because I knew that I had no way to pull the trigger. But now I'm shaking all over because I know Babe is not as cowardly as me.

 

I know that he is not afraid of death. Babe is ready to die at any time. But I am not prepared.

 

I will never be ready to lose him.

 

"Babe... Don't do this," I begged him earnestly. "Put down the gun, I beg you.

 

Don't..."

 

"Will you go with me?"

 

He kept asking the same questions as if that was the only command left in his brain. Eyes without fear and hesitation. I don't know what made Babe become like this. All I see now is his true intention. Or someone threatened to do it? I don't know.

 

Or this is about what Babe once told me: Tony threatened to keep Team X if I didn't give up on the plan. If that's the case, it seems reasonable for Babe to choose this kind of thing because Team X is the only family that Babe has. No matter what happens, he won't hesitate to protect his family, even if he has to trade with me.

 

I glanced at Jeff, kneeling behind Babe, hoping he would help me with the answer. Jeff looked straight at me and nodded gently as if he were telling me, "Let's go.”

 

Jeff's answer is clear. But the reason is vague. I tried to think of various possibilities according to the ability of my deteriorating brain. The most likely reason I can figure out is that Jeff should have seen that the chance that Babe would do it was very high. Even if I were sent to Tony, I should have enough wisdom to survive. I thought of this answer based on pure trust. Jeff should be confident enough in me to take risks in this matter.

 

"I'll go with Babe," I finally replied. Babe didn't look too surprised. He raised a little smile with satisfaction. But even so, he still refused to lower the gun until I had to ask again. "Keep the gun. I told you I'm going to go with you."

 

"Come and get the gun."

 

"Yes?"

 

"Come to grab the gun."

 

It's like a distant moment that transforms Babe into someone else. I can't read him anymore. Every action is challenging to predict, and even more difficult is the meaning behind those actions. It looks wrong and unreasonable. But at the same time, I can feel the explicit goal, which is just my brain in this episode. I still can't draw the connection.

 

"Babe, I can't play anymore. I don't.."

 

"Come and get the gun out of Phu's hand before my finger fires."

 

Babe's facial expression and tone didn't suggest joking. And I didn't think I should waste time understanding something that I would never know within the next thirty seconds. I rushed to him, reaching for the cylinder. But Babe resisted. We pulled each other. Babe pulled my arm behind me, twisting it until I bent before…

 

Tup!

 

Everything will be extinguished.

 

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I woke up in an unfamiliar room. It's as wide as the bedroom at Babe’s house. But it's so empty that I feel overwhelmed. There's nothing but a chair I'm sitting on here. It's similar to the chair in the dental clinic, which I hate. But this one is even uglier. It locks my limbs and body with a tight leather strip. There's no space left to move. Even flipping the palm still can't do it. I was pinned to this chair in the middle. The white room is lonely. Looking straight ahead is a closed door, and I can't hear anything from the outside. I can't smell anything particularly pronounced. I don't know because this place is free of this kind of stimulus. Or because my senses don't work, I look at the door in front of me. 

 

After breathing aimlessly for about five minutes, the door was opened. Babe was the first person who walked into the room. He looked at me with a calm expression. He walked straight in, stopped, and stood next to the chair. Before, he put his palm on the back of my hand and squeezed gently. The warmth flowed from his body to my incompetent body, and after that, the eyes that used to be indifferent showed concern clearly.

 

Babe revealed his mouth as if he was about to say something to me. But that intention was thwarted by leather soles hitting the ground. More than ten pairs were moving closer. Babe swallowed those words down his throat. Holding it, I let go of the hand and stepped back from my chair.

 

"Hey, son"

 

Finally, the person I didn't want to see appeared. Tony, the human I used to understand, has become a fertiliser, is standing with a comfortable smile and waving to greet me as if the whole past had never happened. Next to his body are surrounded by dozens of bodyguards and two men in white gowns. The number of escorts he brought in makes me proud. He will see me as a dangerous person who needs many guards, even though I can now only move my head, fingers, and toes a little.

 

I've never felt like a monster like this before.

 

"Long time no see," Mr Yai Jai Ma smiled widely. His smile looked creepier than the last time we met. Now, it looked like he'd been wearing a mascot. That smile looks bright, but it's not natural. Anything too bright will eventually become creepy and horror-like. "You're much more handsome. Being a star comfortably."

 

He walked closer and closer. The black-dressed guards spread out and stood in different corners throughout the room. Two men in white clothes walked in with a bag that looked like a medical tool bag. Now, I feel like I'm an experimental rat. Even though I've always served as a test rat for Touch, Liu, and Dr Chris, there was no time as scary as this one. Even Babe, standing next to and trying to act like a puppet, still turned pale.

 

"Seeing this, I wonder why you don't race for girls to scream daily. If you're bored, come and try to get some jobs in the industry. You should have some money to spend. Why do you have to come up with trouble for yourself?" Tony looked at me with tired eyes as if he were a parent who didn't know how to deal with a tough son like me. It's like I'm a son who gives him a headache every day. Until the end, he had no choice. I had to send someone to catch my son, like me, back and tie his arms and legs to the chair. Then began to complain about caring for love.

 

"You have everything in your life. What else do you want, Charlie? The forest lets you go.

 

Go out and live your life. Why do you have to find something to come back here again?" He said as if everything was my fault. I was the one who made it chaotic and forced a kind adult like him to do bad things, even though he didn't want to.

 

"Among all the children, Pa used to think you were the smartest person, but as far as I can see. This... You're almost the dumbest, Charlie."

 

What Tony said would not be wrong. I'm foolish, as he said. Because there would be no intelligent person who wants to bring themselves to meet this kind of thing, no wise person will choose to give up what they have in exchange for peace of mind, and no wise person will let go of the most essential thing in life. They think protecting him is more important than being by our side until the last day. Until today, when there is little time left, I'm still afraid that this disgusting world will hurt him. That's why I have to do everything to ensure this place is safe enough for him, even on the day I'm gone.

 

"The forest has done everything to stop you. But when you are stubborn, you won't stop, so Dad, the forest has to deal with it before you cause trouble for others."

 

He is obsessed with the role of a father until he vomits. I don't know about other children, but I never looked at him as a father in the first place. Since I was a child, I saw Tony as a boss. He is a person who gives rice, water and a bed. I have never understood how many children who see him as a birth father yearn for love and acceptance from him. Even though this man has never looked at anyone or anything with love, never once, the stupid thing is to long for something that does not exist in the first place.

 

"Other people?" I just laughed. "Isn't the only person in trouble in this matter?"

 

"Yes, why do good children cause trouble to their parents?"

 

"You are not my father."

 

"Why not?" Tony raised a creepy smile again. "I took care of you and taught you.

Until you grow up like this, what if it's not a father and son?"

 

"I don't know, the boss and the poop."

 

"Talk to your father well, Charlie."

 

"When I have a father, I'll try it."

 

Tony just laughed while using his tongue to push his cheek. That attitude should translate to the extent that I successfully annoyed him, which is considered enough for a person who can only move his mouth.

 

"If you can't speak well, then don't say it," Tony said before turning to the people in white. They shook their heads before walking straight to me with their bags. It's suspicious.

 

"Wait," Babe, standing quietly, suddenly made a sound. He raised his hand to forbid those who seemed to be doctors from approaching me. "Where did you tell me to call you to negotiate?"

 

"Well, we've negotiated," Tony replied indifferently. "I can see how it is. What else can you hope for, Babe?"

 

"Did you just call for a negotiation?" Babe began to yell. His words and gestures of opposition should translate to Tony breaking the agreement. "You haven't told him anything. I haven't even given him a chance to answer anything. So what else are you going to do?"

 

Tony didn't answer. The two doctors turned to look at him as if they were waiting for an order. When they saw Tony nodding, they pretended to go straight to me. But, of course, they didn't make it. The body was blocked again. Babe stood up to cover the front of the chair I was sitting on, as if to say he refused, no matter what they intended to do.

 

"What are you going to do?" Babe asked in a stiff voice.

 

"We just want to take a blood sample," said the doctor, who looked taller and had a cold tone. He looked credible when he opened his mouth. But of course, just the expressed attitude can't make Babe trust. "Get out of the way."

 

"No"

"Why are you making it difficult again, Babe?" Tony spoke with a gesture that seemed to start.

 

My head is broken. "I just asked for a little bit of blood. I'm not going to kill him."

 

"Then why did you take it?"

 

"I just want to know what's in it."

 

Babe doesn't seem to know what Tony is doing or what he wants. From the conversation and the current situation, I concluded that they agreed to let Babe bring me here by telling Babe he just wanted to negotiate with me in exchange for Tony letting us all go. But when he brought me, Tony didn't care about the negotiation and tried to do something other than what was agreed.

 

"For what?" Babe continued to ask, "Why do you want to know what's in Charlie's blood? It's just blood."

 

"It's a joke," Tony laughed. "Blood can do more than that. Blood is the code. It's a human stab. Blood is the beginning and end of everything. Blood says more than you think. Especially the blood of an unusual person like Charlie."

 

Even though I can only see the back, I know Babe is making a face. His shoulders are trembling, and both hands are held tightly. The situation is now getting worse. But I'm relieved to see Babe’s anger. Instead of me, he is angry at Tony for breaking his promise, furious that it puts me in danger. And I can feel that Babe is now trying hard to protect me. He doesn't hate me.

 

This is the best news of the day.

 

"You... Oh, there's a bomb in the lab," said Babe, biting the firewood. That word gave me important information. They didn't just make a deal. Babe himself was forced to do those things. How much more bullshit do you think?"

 

Tony knows only the Winner or his subordinates can bring me here if he uses force. The more I fight, the more I will escape. The only way to get me is to make me agree to come on my own. And the only reason why I can accept it is Babe. As for Babe, he is not stupid enough to be fooled by Tony. But he has no choice. Tony leaves me as a hostage. Whether it's true or not, Babe wouldn't dare to risk that it's not true. Because if it's true, it means he chose to ignore my death. Therefore, the fact that he broke into the lab is not an operation. The goal is to attack or threaten. But it's an attempt to help everyone in the lab. Separately, Babe has Tony's subordinates following every step, afraid that Babe will pull a trick. As for Babe, he must do everything possible to ensure that Tony believes he will not betray.

 

At least I'm comfortable with Babe not wanting to hit the back of the gun.

 

"As many things as you want, as long as they will make you obey me," Tony said flatly. He doesn't seem to be in the mood to argue anymore. The only thing he wants now is to do something with my blood. Which, of course, must not be a good thing because, in people's brains like his, there is nothing other than their interests. "Stop being stubborn, Babe. Don't let me be mean to you."

 

Brother Bo!

 

"Stop talking like you're kind."

 

Babe is still  Babe, I know. He intends to fight until the back hits the lid. Therefore, instead of retreating, Babe pulls a small pocket knife out of the jacket. I step back to stand next to my chair and set up a card, ready to fight, regardless of whether the opponent will be ten times more powerful. Tony rolled his eyes in annoyance with extreme stubbornness. He doesn't seem afraid because he thinks a small knife alone can make a big change. He should be more frustrating to his subordinates than having a weapon with him. Even though everyone's weapons should have been confiscated before coming here, that made his work slower than it was supposed to be.

 

"Babe. ..."

 

"Don't say anything." Babe cut me off while still staring at the guards surrounding the circle. "If you can't find a way to get up from the chair yourself, don't complain. I'm the best at this."

 

"It's because I know how to forbid it," I said impatiently. "I know that Babe is good, but one in ten. I can't stand it. He hurts himself for nothing."

 

"So you will allow everything you have done to be ruined here?" I still froze because I didn't think everything I did would be valuable to Babe. Even though in the past he kept calling it 'nonsense', 'crazy story', or 'hit story' all the time. I intended that he once told me to choose between it and him. The goal he expressed was hateful and never understood. Now, he is trying to stand firm and protect it for the rest of his life.

 

"If you let him succeed, you will regret it for the rest of your life, " saying he didn't love me... How can I think like that?

 

"And I don't want to see you make a sad face for the rest of your life. It's offended." At the end of that sentence, I didn't intend to stop him. I let Babe go out and deal with the dogs in suits. Look at him hit his teeth with a small pocket knife.

 

His opponent, Thung, came in, and Babe kicked one with full force, but was hit.

The other person punched back until his face turned red.

 

Aug!

 

That punch looked quite heavy. But even so, Babe still gritted his teeth and continued to throw his fists. To say that the knife in his hand was useless would be too insulting to him because Babe used a knife to stab those spars all over until they cried. Blood splashed on the ground until it was like an art painting. One person was stabbed in the chest twice. It screamed in pain first. Fell to the ground and lay still. The other person was stabbed in the thigh. It tried to drag his legs.

 

He came to strangle Babe from behind. But because I shouted to warn, Babe turned around and hit his neck in time. When the dick lost the rhythm and fell, Babe repeatedly put his foot on his face until there was no response.

 

Blood stains were smeared all over the floor around my chair. The fishy smell invited the waves. But I was very pleased. I looked at Babe, who was pounding with them with a sense of shame. I was embarrassed because I underestimated him. The ratio of one to ten is more than he can handle. But from what I see now, the poor people should be more stubborn in the suit.

 

How can I forget how good my boyfriend is? Babe’s impressive performance continues. The opponent has fallen on his back for more than half. The rest is a scapula. Evaluated by the situation, Be won anyway. If not, stick to the point that Babe overlooks the most important things.

 

Grak!

 

"You can't play anymore."

 

The cold tip of the gun was on the side of my temple. Tony's cold voice made Babe, who was about to defeat his subordinates, stop in his tracks. He turned to look at me, his eyes widening. When Babe fell frozen, one of the guards rushed in and kicked his legs until he lost, before he caught Babe lying on his stomach and pressed him to the ground with his knees.

 

"Do you think Phu has time to play with you all day?" Tony said his head before he said.

 

A strong face called the doctor, standing with his head shrinking in the corner of the room, to do his duty. Babe, pressed to the floor, tried to flex his leg. But because he had lost a lot of strength and his body was injured, he couldn't escape from the arrest. He looked at me. We made eye contact. I tried to tell him, through his eyes, that it was okay, but it seemed to make the pain even worse.

 

Babe cried while I could only sit still with a gun pointed at my temple, letting the Unethical doctor pump out blood.

 

"That's all." Tony sighed in relief when the doctor drew my blood as requested. They collected my blood in an empty bag that was prepared, closed and locked tightly as if it were a precious diamond. Before sending it to one of the cards, take it out of the room. "This is an injection"

 

"What the hell are you going to do?"

 

Babe cried until he blushed when he heard Tony's strange order. And another doctor walked up to me with a stainless-steel tray holding a syringe. I could only sit still, like in the past. But this time, it was many times more painful because of the crying of Babe, who tried to prevent these people from touching me.

 

"Don't! You bastards! Back off! I told you to retreat!" Babe squirmed so hard that the guard had to enter the crowd to prevent him from getting up. His face was distorted. The veins bulged on both the temples and the neck. The sound coming out was shaking. Tears flowed down the cheeks. At the same time, I could only look at that picture with nothing but tears. Just having to see Babe crying, I was in pain until I couldn't stand to look at it anymore. This made him even more scared. Crying until he trembled when I couldn't do anything for him. I was even more tormented, as if

 

I'm heartbroken here. "Let me go! Let go!!!"

 

"Inject him," Tony said flatly as if he didn't hear Babe’s screams. "Take it. Is the blood enough?"

 

"More than enough," the doctor answered while the hand prepared to inject something.

 

I don't know if it's on my arm.

 

"What are you going to do, my boyfriend? Stop now! I told you to stop! Otherwise, I will kill you!

 

I'm going to kill all of you! You hell beasts!!!"

 

"Babe..." I can only see Babe squirming like he's splashed with hot water. My eyes are crying uncontrollably. I want to close my eyes to avoid that image, but I'm so afraid that the second I close my eyes, the bastards will do anything worse and slower with him. "No, what's wrong... It's okay."

 

"Don't... Don't do it to him." Babe’s voice fell. He pressed his face to the ground, stopped, squirmed, not because he surrendered, but because he didn't have the strength to fight.

 

"Don't do anything, Charlie, please. I'll accept everything. Didn't you get his blood? What else do you want? Let him come back to me... Please don't do it."

 

"Don't be afraid, Babe. He won't die." Tony said carelessly. The calm, relaxed posture made him seem to be in a different world from us. Ahead of him was an area full of blood. Many subordinates who were breathing and a former adopted child who was crying for me would be heartbroken. But Tony looked at it as just a picture that didn't matter.

 

"This is the latest version of the stimulant. It may not be complete because many people with good senses can't accept the effect. But a weirdo like Charlie should be okay. The body has many senses. Try to stimulate it a little stronger. That's all, you won't die. Because I still want you... At least until I can pull all these Chens out of you."

 

"Tony!!"' After listening to the explanation about the dirty medicine of Tony, "Fuck! Bastard! I will kill you!"

 

"Come on, I'll let you kill me when I'm free," Tony said, laughing in a good mood. Slowly, he stopped standing in front of Babe. His toes were less than the palm of his hands away from Babe’s face. Before he used those shiny leather shoes, Beck played like playing with a dog. "If you can do it,"

 

I clenched my fists with the image I saw, trying to snatch my arm, moving it out of the thick leather strip that locked me, but it still didn't work. These locks are too strong for me to destroy them, but the image of Tony putting his dirty feet on my lover's face makes me think I want to go in and skin him with my bare hands right now.

 

Babe looked up at Tony with resentment. He didn't use the words to lash back. But he chose to spit on his expensive shoes and tore a wide smile with satisfaction with his work before being hit by getting it back by kicking your foot until your mouth was broken.

 

"You're dirty," Tony grumbled, wiping his shoes with the suit of his subordinate lying next to him as if that was a foot towel, not a human with flesh and blood. "When will we finish dealing with Charlie? Next, it's you."

 

After the bastard finished speaking, he turned his head and ordered the doctor beside me to continue his duty. Seconds after the tip of the needle pierced through the skin, I didn't feel any pain. My eyes stopped on Babe. We made eye contact like that. Comforting each other through my eyes, I seemed to hear Babe say, "It will be okay," and tried to reply with the exact words.

 

After injecting the injection into my body, the man in white went to push in a tool. It resembles an EEG machine, but looks like a spoon. There is a wire that I don't know what hangs around. At the end, there is a small pad. He put it on both sides of my temples like an electrode pad. Before pressing the machine to work, the performance appears similar to that of an electroencephalogram meter. This device measures something in me, which should tell whether the stimulant works.

 

"How is it going?" Tony asked when the stupid doctor kept sitting and frowning at the screen. He’s been quiet for a while. "Doesn't it work?"

 

"It has a response, but it... I think..."

 

"Tell him to know about it."

 

Tony snatched his voice in annoyance because the doctor was stunned. As for me

Ploy also won his answer.

 

"The body responds to drugs, but responds... On the other hand,"

Tony froze, standing still for several seconds as if he had been cursed before asking to leave.

 

"What does it mean?"

 

"It means... Instead of encouraging Chens to get stronger, it makes the existing Senses...It's all gone."

 

That would be considered the trending news that moved the old dog's heart the most, because the answer made him freeze for a moment. The pale face began to flush red. Before the rabies virus reappeared in full force, Tony rushed in, grabbed the doctor's collar, and shook it like crazy, as if hoping this rampage would change reality.

 

"What do you mean by' completely gone'? How can it disappear?" It's impossible.

 

No matter how you die, what has been destroyed will never return to the same.

 

"I told you to encourage it to be stronger, not to destroy it! Are you a doctor or a dog?

 

For sure! Stupid fool!!!"

 

The doctor hired to work dirty was slapped on the mouth. The white gown with bright red stains looks much more colourful than before. This looks more beautiful than the previous episode. And Babe himself would feel the same. The crazier Tony is crazy, the louder his laughter is, and the louder it shakes the nerves of the crazy dog.

 

"Remember what the fuck are you!" Tony was furious and rushed in, snatching Babe’s collar for the second time, and the subordinates guarding him scattered in different directions. No one dared to stop you. It's for sure. They've never been taught to use their brains. "Because of you, right? Are you the one who did it?"

 

"Eh, I'll do it myself," Babe replied with a smile. If I didn't fall in love with him, I would be afraid of him until I peed. But I've already seen how cute and adorable his true identity is. Now, Babe doesn't look scary, but he's very cheeky in my eyes. "Is it a surprise, forest?"

 

"Babe!"

 

This is not a picture that I imagined. But it's a wonderful picture that can't be underestimated. Even though Babe is hurt all over, and I'm just a bastard who was tied up in a chair. Around us is full of horrible blood stains. But this is... This is a picture of victory.

 

And this victory happened because of him.

 

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