the castration plan

Chapter 14

Bemuir dialed the headquarters and communicated in an ancient language of religion and scriptures: "The biochemical engineer Blue Blood No. 15 is out of control. He replaced the natural inducer with a synthetic analog. This imperfection The imitation products have a failure rate of about [-]%, which is likely to cause mission failure and exposure of actions, so that the entire organization is in danger of overthrowing the nest, and all departments are notified to stop using it immediately."

This is a small branch of the Semitic branch of the Semitic language family. Because of the lack of adjectives in the language system, Bemuir is often forced to use inappropriate metaphors: "The parts of Blue Blood Seven are like dentures that don't fit well. Banging up and down, very high pitched like the flapping of a hummingbird's wings. He needs to be called back immediately or the future of my operational plan will be as deep as night."

The cut surface of Shen He's neck glowed with the luster of iron similar to the blue of the deep sea, the sound of sizzling electric current was extremely ear-piercing, all the ribs made of top-grade alloys were broken, and jet-black silt kept pouring out from the high-tech fiber muscles, gurgling and boiling. Porridge is bubbling like that.

"Teacher...Teacher Folgandros...don't let me leave you, don't let me leave you...I was born for you, I can't function without you..." All the precision instruments assembled by electro-optic were out of balance, and Shen He begged for mercy.

He said almost desperately: "You can abandon me and destroy me, but please stop extracting pheromones from your own glands and making inducers! That will cause unimaginable consequences to your body! We can use other Why do you want to irreversibly hurt yourself when you’re advancing affirmative action in a gentle way?”

But Baymuir only had a stern, indifferent, and contemptuous expression, and suddenly and violently strangled Shen He's throat, smashing countless glassware, and the extremely heavy force made his fingers bright red: "You think I can't bear to destroy you, Is it right?"

"You kill me, rather than watching you fall into the abyss like this." It was a very smooth machine language.

Baymuir closed his eyes, and the trembling tip of each eyelash was bearing the anger that made him breathless.A large piece of emerald green ice burst open in the eyes, and the ripples pushed the seaweed on the water surface to spread.

He showed a very gloomy but more charming expression, his soft and slender hands stroked Shen He's face, as if playing with a smooth red apple: "Great savior, should I thank you for your miracle?"

"No, no, I didn't mean to disobey you, but we can indeed try new reagents." Shen He walked towards Bemuir on his knees.

"I started to replace the active ingredients extracted from your glands with artificial inducers last month. Before today, it has been successful, you didn't find it. Teacher, this proves that we can completely Keep experimenting, and someday artificial agents will be the perfect substitute, freeing you from suffering forever...”

"Crack".

Without any warning in advance, Shen He was unloaded into a pile of scrap metal, and the flickering red heart monitor stopped lighting up, ending this meaningless conversation.

Bemuir flicked the syringe of the injection with his fingers, looked at the common jugular vein in the mirror, and pierced the bright red medicinal solution, which was the foam of some kind of potent poisonous juice boiled.

It was a pain that exploded in an instant, like a truck wheel running over the abdomen.But anesthetics, which slightly affect the purity of the extract, he never uses.

In an instant, Bemuir's atrium was continuously congested with extremely powerful blood, and its tension soared, as if it would turn into two red-heart grapefruits in the next second, with juice splashing everywhere.The slightly raised shoulder blades were mixed with the sound of firecrackers, like countless people cracking their joints at the same time.

Gradually, the ultramarine serpentine torso on his handsome, curved back became extremely vivid, like the kind of puffed-up girl spider seen in ancient gardens.On the thinned and tightened waist, dark green poisonous weeds are clustered one after another.

Bemuir wiped it with a special blotting paper. It was liquefied pheromone with the color of black cherry wine. One microliter can make twelve inducers.

Dragging a cold and wet body, Baimuer was speeding at high speed.

His hair was black and ugly, his green eyes were like two rhinestone buttons in the mud, and his legs were so fragile that they trembled.

Finally, he gently opened Lu He's bedroom, and quietly curled into that embrace.

Cuddled by soothing rich pheromones, Baymuir had a sweet night's sleep.

The Eastern European town of my childhood was beautiful, like a blue landscape postcard, with picture books, peach trees, friendly dogs, mirror-like beaches and rose-colored rocks, and mountains full of vineyards.

The ancient wooden windmills are spinning under the blowing of the sea breeze, the naive and naked statue of Bacchus beckons, and the streets leading to the commercial market in the small downtown area are lined with pink houses on both sides.

The mother wore a green velvet beret on her head and a green belt around her waist, and her charming golden curly hair fell down to her graceful waist.

The father is a melancholy East Asian handsome man.

Occasionally, painting oil paintings with a sterling silver pipe in his mouth;

Often, the Iron Ax wields a bloodthirsty frenzy.

Baby Bamuir lives in a closet, closet, attic, or basement.The violent sound of his father's alcoholism made him escape with the termites in a panic.

After his father died, his mother became a widow, a prisoner, and a prostitute.

No matter day or night, all the Alphas are lining up to pull down their pants, vent their animal desires, move silently, and finish leaving.Blind old people and teenagers also learned how to molest a widowed Omega.

In order to protect Baymuir, his mother locked him in a dark basement for eight years.That is the age when a child is most eager to contact his peers, his fragile sensory system and the outside world.

The bottomless abyss drove towards him step by step, his vision went from weakening to complete loss, and his sense of taste and hearing also disappeared.Fortunately, the pheromone with a high concentration of Alpha during the estrous period continues to stimulate the sense of smell, or perhaps it is the fire of revenge in the dark, protecting his last remaining means of communication with the world.

At the end of the dream, Bemuir saw: the mother had a tall pregnant belly, a thigh naked like a sorrel mare, her gums were soaked in pus and stinky by male semen, and she died in endless sexual intercourse and childbirth.

The smell of disinfectant, blood, and tobacco mixed together, waking Lu He up.

A fireball in his arms was burning hot.

"Xiaolu? Wake up, Xiaolu..."

Bemuir's high fever was close to 40 degrees, and he had convulsions and confusion.

"Brother..." Bemuir murmured ignorantly, his adoring expression flashed and danced, and a few strands of undyed hair of the holy envoy of Western mythology were rose gold broken diamonds, "Folgandros...Folgandros..."