The locator in Zhang Heng's head was programmed when it left the factory. Once the signal transmission was blocked for more than eight hours, it would automatically melt, causing irreversible damage to the wearer's cerebral cortex.
Previously, Zhang Heng had to take off the signal jammer on his hand for a while because the signal was blocked for almost eight hours at the amusement park. When he lay on the operating table, there were less than five hours left before the locator would automatically melt.
And this time, to ensure that Shengtang Morgan did not know that Zhang Heng was still alive, Doctor Gu needed to complete the operation within five hours to remove the locator under Zhang Heng's cerebral cortex.
Even for Doctor Gu, who was known as the top surgeon in the new Shanghai 0297 surgery, this was still a very serious challenge.
Now, four hours had passed, and Doctor Gu's back was completely soaked in sweat. The assistant next to him had wiped the sweat off his forehead countless times.
Due to the high level of concentration required during the surgery, Doctor Gu often did not even blink for a long period of time. This caused his eyes to be filled with blood vessels.
Feng Zi, who was not far away, had fallen asleep leaning against the wall. Although she was not frightened by the scene of the operation, after experiencing all kinds of thrilling things last night, she had reached her limit both physically and mentally. Finally, before sunrise, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
As for Miss F on the other side, she did not change much. From the beginning to the end, she stood by the operating room door like a stone statue, not saying a word, maintaining the same posture. At one point, the young nurse in the operating room even suspected that she was a robot.
Finally, after four hours and thirty minutes of hard battle, Doctor Gu manipulated the surgical robot to pull out a metal wire with a diameter of only tens of microns from under Zhang Heng's cerebral cortex.
It was this small thing that continuously transmitted the clone's location to the data center. When needed, the data center could locate the clone immediately. It was like a collar around the neck, making it impossible for the clone to escape.
"It really looks like the silk thread used by a puppet master to control the puppet in his hand," Doctor Gu murmured as he looked at the metal wire under the tweezers.
When Miss F saw the metal wire, her pupils shrank, which was rare.
Then, she immediately drew the saber from her waist and cut the metal wire in the surgical robot's hand into two.
"How long until the surgery ends?" Miss F put her sword back on her waist and asked Doctor Gu.
"It won't take long. All that's left is to stitch it in place."
"Sorry to trouble you." Miss F bowed slightly.
Doctor Gu returned the salute, then his gaze fell on Miss F's mechanical prosthetic limb. He seemed to have thought of something, and a flash of realization flashed in his eyes. However, in the end, he only said, "Your left hand is very beautiful."
"Thank you, doctor."
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Forty minutes later, in Zhang Heng's ward, Miss F lit a cigarette and looked at the gray street outside the window. No one knew what she was thinking.
The next moment, a voice came from behind her, "Smoking is forbidden in the ward, right?"
Miss F turned around and saw Zhang Heng on the hospital bed. She was a little surprised. "I didn't expect you to wake up so early. I thought it would take some time for the anesthesia to wear off."
"Well, I asked the anesthesiologist to reduce the amount of anesthetic." Zhang Heng touched the spot where his skull was connected.
"Why did you do that?"
"If it doesn't work, I can still have some time to prepare to deal with the police and killers sent by Shengtang Morgan Group. Anyway, the worst outcome is that I can watch my skull being put back on with my own eyes," Zhang Heng said as he sat up on the bed.
"I thought you asked me to come here to protect you."
"Yes, but I'm used to preparing for the worst." Zhang Heng put on his clothes. He was not worried that Mr. G would do anything to him again. After all, he was the only one who knew the whereabouts of the memory encoder. At least before he handed over the memory encoder, Mr. G would not do anything to him again. In fact, he would even have to protect him.
Strictly speaking, this was much better than when the two sides signed the first agreement. Zhang Heng was more wary of Shengtang Morgan Group. If they found out that he was still alive, they might send more powerful people to deal with him.
Although the zero emergency response team was already Shengtang Morgan Group's strongest armed force, Zhang Heng was not naive enough to think that it was the only means Shengtang Morgan Group had. The other party was the owner of New Shanghai 0297, and they owned far more than just this new city. They were a well-deserved behemoth in human society.
As the actual ruler of the first level, Mr. G was considered a hegemon in New Shanghai 0297. However, he was not even a grasshopper in the face of Shengtang Morgan Group. Zhang Heng had a question that he could not figure out. Even if Mr. G really used some means to promote social change in New Shanghai 0297, once Shengtang Morgan Group felt that its interests were damaged, it could send overwhelming armed forces to recapture New Shanghai 0297. How would Mr. G deal with it at that time?
Zhang Heng had a hunch that the answer to this question might lie in the memory encoder in his hand.
"Sorry."
Miss F's voice pulled Zhang Heng back from his thoughts.
"Why do you say that? You are not the one who broke the contract. " Zhang Heng asked. He had suspected that Miss F was involved in it before. However, Miss F was not among the ten couriers that night and the special operations team that appeared later. This also proved that Miss F had nothing to do with this matter.
After that, Miss F broke into Mr. G's garden on her motorcycle because of this incident. She even had a dispute with her fiancé because of Zhang Heng, an outsider.
"You chose to accept this job because of your trust in me. So I am also responsible for introducing you to him. Besides, he is my fiancé after all. I naturally have to bear half of the mistakes he made," Miss F said.
"Are you disappointed in him tonight?"
"Why do you ask?" Miss F looked up at Zhang Heng, paused, and said sternly, "All of us can make mistakes. Compared to others, he has done a good job. He is an excellent leader. After I reminded him, he realized his mistake and is willing to make up for it. You heard what he said. I think both of you should put aside your hostility toward each other and focus on what you really need to pay attention to. After preparing for so long, we have finally put together all the pieces of the puzzle. We can take the first step."
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