PDLP Chapter 877 Towards Sin
Chapter 877 Towards Sin
As the long night passed, the two old men woke up in their beds in the small clinic.
As soon as they woke up, they felt a sharp pain in their abdomen.
"Ah! It hurts! What happened..."
"It's normal to feel pain because the anesthetic has worn off. We performed a minor operation on you," said a doctor wearing a mask.
"What kind of surgery did you perform?"
"We have installed a remote-controlled bomb in your body. The power of this bomb is not great, it can only barely kill you." The doctor said with a smile.
"Why!" The two old men stretched out their hands to hold the doctor.
But they now have no strength at all.
"Okay, don't be nervous. As long as you kill Greg, we will naturally remove the bomb for you."
"You two better get some rest, because tomorrow, you'll have to take action."
The doctor said this and left the ward.
"Wait...you didn't actually have to plant a bomb on us!"
The two old men wanted to negotiate, but no one paid any attention to them.
"Uh~"
They now felt pain even trying to speak. They could only slowly feel their incisions.
According to their feelings, their wounds were about 5 centimeters in diameter, and they felt a lump under their abdomens.
That hard lump must be the bomb.
The painter's father was also a ruthless man. He started to pick at the stitches on his abdomen with his hands, intending to pick out the bomb directly.
"Don't move."
There was a sound coming from his abdomen. The bomb actually had a walkie-talkie function!
"If you want to die now, we can provide convenient services."
Hearing the sound coming from the bomb, the painter's father stopped struggling. His eyes darted back and forth. The bomb should not be able to see his movements, so there must be a hidden camera in this room.
"Actually, I admire this about you. You're ruthless enough."
"In fact, many people can only torture others but can't be cruel to themselves. But you can do it to yourselves. This is an excellent quality!"
"I know that people like you, once you start killing, won't stop. You are born killers. I won't be wrong about that."
"So once you complete this mission, I will give you two official killer numbers. You can take on missions from me in the future. Believe me, a life of killing is very interesting."
Listening to the sound coming from the bomb, the expressions of the two old men changed slightly.
Ever since the two of them worked together and almost killed that psychopath, the two old men began to feel restless.
They felt that the voice was right, and they were indeed eager to kill. And the next target they were going to kill was actually their son.
Because they felt that their son was useless and no longer had the right to live.
But now there are complications, and they have to kill Greg first.
The two of them actually became quiet, as if they were accepting their new identities.
In fact, the hearts of the two old people had long been distorted by torturing their own children.
Crushing the child's legs germinated the seeds of their murderous intent, and almost joining forces to kill the madman made their murderous intent blossom.
And now, they long for real results! Perhaps Greg will become the first fruit of their killing flower~
The next morning, the two elderly people still felt very painful, but after the doctor injected them with painkillers, they were able to get out of bed on their own.
The doctor prepared a good breakfast for them and brought it to the ward before leaving.
After breakfast, the bombs in the couple spoke again.
"You two, leave the ward and go to the security room. Your equipment is there. The people outside are looking for you now. You need to put on a simple disguise. The specific disguise should not be difficult for you."
The two old men pushed open the door of the ward. At this time, the small clinic was very quiet and everyone seemed to have left.
But the two old men did not dare to act rashly. After all, the bomb was in their bodies. If they did not obey, they would be blown to death.
Besides, they must have been under surveillance, otherwise the sound wouldn't have been so appropriate.
The two of them went to the security room, holding their stomachs.
There are two boxes in the security room.
The two opened the box and found a set of clothes, a mask, various simple cosmetics, and 1000 yuan in cash.
Most importantly, there are various assassination tools inside.
A pistol, a knife, and a strange pen. On top of the pen was its instruction manual.
"Open the cap and press the trigger on the back of the pen to fire a highly toxic needle. If it hits the neck or something like that, it can kill within a dozen seconds."
The two old men thought about it and chose the pen as the assassination weapon at the same time.
After all, guns and knives are too conspicuous. And they have no training and don't know how to use them. A pen is more convenient.
The two put on the clothes prepared in the box, and then set off with pens.
Their choice was also within the boss's expectations. He seemed to have given the two a choice, but in fact, they had no choice at all.
However, giving them a choice was very important, as it showed his respect for them and made them more willing to carry out the mission.
The rain outside had stopped, but there was a damp feeling in the air. The water on the road had not yet been drained away, and the passing cars splashed up a muddy mess.
The two old men identified the direction, then stopped a taxi and told the place they were going.
The two elderly people in the taxi were silent all the way because they were not sure whether the driver was a member of the assassin organization.
Moreover, they often secretly look back to see if there are other vehicles following them.
However, after observing for a long time, they did not find any so-called pursuers. They did not know whether it was because they were not aware enough to detect the assassins, or whether the driver was really a member of the assassins.
The two did not dare to act rashly, and eventually they were taken to their destination - Greg's big hospital.
The two paid and got off the car. When they saw the hospital again, they felt mixed emotions.
Nowadays, there are many people gathered at the hospital entrance, including not only patients but also various pilgrims.
The tourists were led away by the tour guide, while the patients hurried to enter the hospital.
The two elderly people were among the patients. They had put on simple makeup and were wearing masks, and they looked very different from before. If you were not familiar with them, you would hardly recognize them.
Since they had been to this hospital before, they were quite familiar with the environment, so they went directly to the ward area.
Before they could finish off Greg, they had to check on their precious son.
They arrived at the luxury ward area with ease. The wards here were all single rooms, and their son should be here.
Before entering, they were searched by security, but they didn't find anything harmful, as the pen was well disguised.
The two old men entered this area. There were not many wards here, so they found it very quickly.
It didn't take long before they heard a familiar laugh, the laughter of a man and a woman.
After hearing this voice, the two old men's faces became gloomy at the same time.
They ignored their physical pain and ran all the way to the ward.
They peeked inside through the ward door and saw a young nurse flirting with their son.
This scene made the two people's blood pressure soar.
The painter's mother was about to push the door open, but was stopped by her husband.
"Wait, let's deal with Greg first before we deal with them!"
At this time, the two people in the house also discovered the old man peeping outside.
"What can I do for you, ladies and gentlemen?" the nurse stood up and asked.
But the two old men ignored her and turned away.
"Did I take the wrong path?" the young lady muttered to herself. But when she turned around, she found that the painter's expression had become very strange.
"What's wrong? Little boy?"
"Those two people seem to be my parents!"
"Ah?" The nurse didn't react.
"Do you have a cell phone? I need to notify Mr. Greg!" said the painter.
"Oh~ Wait a minute~"
Just when the two were about to inform Greg.
Outside the ward, the two old men ran into Greg who was doing his ward rounds.
Greg stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw the two old men.
The two old men also had ferocious expressions on their faces.
Greg took two steps back and hid in a ward.
The two old men hurried to catch up, but they were stopped by the door and began to bang on it frantically.
Greg had locked the door, hoping the security guard would come quickly after hearing the banging on the door.
There was another familiar person in the ward at this time, the Crazy Man whose condition had improved a little.
Now he is wearing an oxygen mask and lying quietly on the bed.
But soon, Mr. Crazy was awakened by the sound of someone banging on the door.
He opened his eyes slightly and saw Mr. Greg with his back to him.
For some reason, the moment he saw Greg, a name popped up in his mind.
"Dio..." Mr. Crazy muttered to himself.
Greg was slightly stunned, and he turned to look at Mr. Crazy.
Mr. Crazy's eyes were quickly regaining clarity. He stared at Greg calmly, not knowing what he was thinking.
At the same time, the door of the ward was pushed open by the two old men.
Greg seriously overestimated the quality of the doors and windows here!
Outside the hospital corridor, the shouts of security guards could be heard. They had noticed something unusual and were rushing over.
"Greck! Die!"
The two old men took out pens and stabbed at Greg. This kind of pen can only ensure that the opponent cannot dodge when injected at close range.
At this moment, the madman lying on the hospital bed seemed to recognize the voice of his enemy. The corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.
I didn't expect that all the people I wanted to kill were here.
Greg dodged and elbowed an old man down.
But the other old man's pen had already poked Greg's shoulder.
The mortal body is still too weak, and it is impossible to deal with two old and weak people without getting hurt.
The main reason was that Greg was careless. When he saw the other party using a pen to assassinate him, he didn't take it too seriously.
It wasn't until he felt a slight sting that Greg's expression finally changed. He could sense that he had been injected with poison.
Greg was a little confused. He didn't know where the other party got the assassination equipment from!
At this time, the old man who had succeeded showed an arrogant smile.
"Hahaha! You've been poisoned! You're going to die! You beast!"