The man with microglasses tied Qiu to the operating table without saying anything, and opened Qiu's mouth like a beast, pressed Qiu's face, shining Qiu's eyes with a flashlight, and muttered with a striking voice: "Talent... well, you can change... Faces ok, teeth need to be traced again. Eyes... well, no problem!"

"Who are you? What are you doing?" Qiu struggled hard.

The man in glasses ignored him and held something from the shelf.

"Come on, do a favor." The man in glasses threw a bundle of belts to Xing who was standing beside him, and ordered expressionlessly, "Tie him, the firmer he is, the better so that he will not hurt himself."

Xing took the belt and stood still stupidly. He didn't know who he wanted to help now? Qiu lying on the operating table, preparing to be slaughtered by others, or the man with glasses preparing surgical tools.

"Then, who are you? What are you going to do?" Xing asked timidly.

"I said it all, I'll ask you to help. My time is limited. As for you two, I can do the surgery faster..." The man in glasses still urged Xing, who was standing by indescribable tone.

"Hey hey! You perverted glasses man! I'm not sick, why do you have surgery?" Because my hands and feet were fixed on the operating table, Qiu twisted like a fish on the operating table, trying to get rid of control.

"Hey! Blue-skinned, if you want to see him get injured, hurry up and fix him on the operating table with tape!" The man with glasses had a thick syringe in his hand, filled with red liquid.

"No, uncle, who is his surname? Can you tell me before the operation? If I die on the operating table, I will at least understand?" Qiu struggled even harder when he saw this thick syringe filled with red liquid.

"Hey... your generation has a poor ability to capture information..." The man in glasses put down the syringe and turned on the light on the wall, "Look at it yourself, it's all on it."

There is a photo frame hanging on the wall, and the frame seems to be the information of the man in front of you.

Honheim

Talent: Doctor

Medical license: ED8995-ED9011

Medical practice scope: None

Medical Accident:Unknown

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"Kang Hoinheim? You are the disappearing Hoinheim Doctor? It turns out that you are not dead!" Qiu shouted in surprise and excitement.

"But, but, I heard that he was not early, it was already early..." After knowing that the man with glasses was not a dangerous person, Xing walked to Qiu and tied him to the operating table seriously.

"Don't curse me anytime..." Inadvertently, Qiang Hoinheim had injected the liquid from the thick needle into Qiu's body, but Qiu didn't notice it at all.

But Xing, who was standing by, watched the whole process. Qiang Hoinheim's movements could be said to be like flowing water, disinfecting, inserting needles, and pulling tubes in one go, without realizing it.

Qiu felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and he began to speak incoherently. Gradually, he lost consciousness and fell asleep.

Just as Qiu was lying on the operating table, Wanyan Bingxia was standing outside the office of the top executive, carrying an explosively damaged helmet.

Today is her first day in office, and she received an emergency task and was on duty for the first time. As a result, the prisoner not only burned himself, but her helmet was completely damaged, and there was no room for rescue.

The top executive seemed to have probably known her "glorious deeds" today, and perhaps she was considering how to deal with her at this moment.

She couldn't tell whether today would be the day when Wanyan Bingxia was seeking a new success.

"The executive told you to go in..." A female AI robot wearing glasses and looking like a secretary trampling her hair behind her head pushed open the door of the office.

Wanyan Bingxia held the helmet in her arms, lowered her head, and slowly rubbed it into the office.

With a "bang", the robot closed the office door.

The office is decorated like a tropical rainforest. Flowers that cannot be named are placed in the house, but the house does not feel the heat at all, because these are all holographic projections.

At this time, there were only Wanyan Bingxia and the Supreme Executive, two people in the office.

The executive was now facing his back to Wanyan Bingxia, leaning against the boss's chair, looking at the building outside the window and the anti-gravity aircraft shuttled through the building group.

"That... report? Codename W report task..." Wanyan Bingxia tentatively said in a low voice without any confidence.

"..." The executive seemed to have no intention of turning around, and still looked out the window and asked coldly: "I heard that you were the first to find a wanted criminal?"

"Yes... that's it." Wanyan Bingxia nodded.

"The hound is indeed not a waste of time." At this time, the executive turned the boss's chair, inserted his hands, placed it near his mouth, and looked at Wanyan Bingxia carefully.

This is a handsome middle-aged man with a kingly aura. His unique blond hair color is obviously not native to the earth. His ice-blue eyes can make people's hearts insight.

"…gudong…" Wanyan Bingxia saw the cold eyes of the executive officer, felt a chill on her spine and couldn't help swallowing.

Although she hates others calling her a hound, she dares not say anything more when facing the top executive.

Wanyan Bingxia's tracking talent is one of several rare talents. People with this talent will generally eventually serve the rulers. The families of people with this talent will also benefit from the upper class life without worries about food and clothing.

However, when she was young, she was often teased by her peers because of her talent, saying that she was a reincarnation of a hunting dog. At first, she would be sad because of others' jokes. Later Qiu told her: Those who make fun of her are called a hunting dog because they are jealous of her. She has powerful abilities that others do not have, so she should be proud.

From then on, Wanyan Bingxia met someone who made fun of her as a hunting dog again, and she replied with a smile: "Yes, I am a hunting dog. I am a hunting dog, and I can have no worries about food and clothing in the future. But you have to work hard for your life, and see who will make fun of whom in the future!"

Later, when everyone grew up, they no longer cared about talent. They all started to work hard for their livelihoods, and Wanyan Bingxia also entered the state organs as she wished and directly became the captain of the public security team. Her parents also benefited from it and moved to a more livable planet for retirement.

"Helmet..." The executive stretched out his right hand, his fingers thin and long, and felt that he seemed more suitable for a pianist than the position of executive?

‘Pianist? What is it? Why do you have such a bizarre idea?’ Wanyan Bingxia felt that her idea was very dangerous. She shook her head gently and handed the destroyed helmet in her hand to the executive.
Chapter completed!