Dharmaraja was shot in the chest, and the large-caliber bullet tore through his heart. His upper body was covered with sticky blood, but his body was still warm.
Thunder Zhanhime looked at his body blankly, and her tears rolled down uncontrollably.
After joining the executive department of Bosch for so many years, Thunder Zhanhime had seen many colleagues die in the mission, and she even thought that one day it might be her turn. This thought became more and more profound after meeting Li Xianyu.
But she never thought that Dharmaraja would die here, and in such a way.
Dharmaraja was the leader in charge of the overall situation, and his talent was not in fighting, so he should have been safe.
It was so frustrating that he was killed by the woman he loved.
With such a serious injury, he might have had a chance to live if he had been rescued in time.
Thunder Zhanhime's eyes suddenly lit up, and she found that she was in a blind spot. His heartbeat, breathing, and pulse were all gone, which could naturally be defined as death.
But in the medical field, the real standard to define death was brain death.
Brain death was irreversible and unchangeable.
"Ordinary people will be brain dead after more than eight minutes of cardiac arrest. Dharmaraja is a blood descendant, and his vitality is stronger than ordinary people. "Thunder Zhanhime was surprised.
She and Dharmaraja went upstairs, separated at the door of the toilet, and killed the female secretary, which took less than fifteen minutes.
Thunder Zhanhime was not an elite in the medical department, and she did not know how long the brain death of a blood descendant lasted, but it was inevitable that it lasted longer than ordinary people.
Maybe he could be saved.
According to the time, it was definitely too late to send him to the medical department. It was very likely that the next moment, Dharmaraja's brain would not be able to support it, and he would die completely.
But it didn't matter, she had blood medicine.
She opened her wallet and rummaged for Li Xianyu's blood medicine. Because she was too nervous and excited, her hands kept shaking.
Previously, Thunder Zhanhime had to participate in the alliance mission, so Li Xianyu gave her a few vials of blood medicine, two more than the other employees, which belonged to her boyfriend.
But later,
Li Xianyu suddenly changed his mind and kicked her out of the group.
The blood medicine was still lying in her wallet.
She remembered Li Xianyu saying that the blood medicine could heal all external injuries. As long as the patient was not brain dead, no matter how serious the injury was, it could be healed. The premise was that the dosage was sufficient.
Thunder Zhanhime wiped her tears, took out three vials of blood medicine, and injected them into Dharmaraja's neck vein.
She did not dare to stop. After the first injection, she did not have the time to check on Dharmaraja's condition. She continued with the second and third injections.
After injecting all the blood medicine, Thunder Zhanhime looked at Dharmaraja's chest nervously with a taut face.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds. The hideous flesh wriggled slightly, like the tentacles of a dying octopus.
Gradually, they became more active. The remaining half of the heart began to grow, and the blood vessels reconnected. A few minutes later, a brand-new heart was formed, beating loudly. The flesh and blood of the wound healed at the same time, wrapping around the heart.
When the wound was seventy to eighty percent recovered, it no longer wriggled and healed itself. This meant that the effect of the medicine had been exhausted. If she wanted to completely heal the wound, she needed more blood medicine.
Thunder Zhanhime breathed out in relief. Only then did she feel the sharp pain in her waist. Her vitality was not so fragile. The military knife was not enough to cause a fatal injury, but it would be very painful.
"I should have left a small half for myself." She leaned back on the desk, crying and laughing at the same time. "Dharmaraja, you are really lucky."
The office was quiet. There were faint sounds of explosions and fighting below. It was very subtle, which proved that the battle had not reached here yet.
Most of the staff of the executive department had gone home from work and would not be able to come here for a while. She did not know whether the security department could handle it. Even if they could, they were bound to suffer heavy casualties, because they were likely to have spies from the board of directors.
However, these Thunder Zhanhime could not do anything. She had exhausted her strength in the battle just now, and she was injured. A large area of muscle tears made it difficult for her to move a finger.
Whether the spies would come up, or whether the security department could win, it had nothing to do with her.
Leave it to fate.
First floor of Bosch Building.
The elevator that led underground opened with a "ding". Blackgod walked out of the elevator and came to the main hall.
With a glance, the spacious and bright hall was littered with more than ten bodies. In the chilly temperature of early spring, the blood coagulated quickly, but the smell of blood did not dissipate.
The battle here was over, and there was no one alive.
All the elevators that led from the main hall to the floor were red, which meant that they could not be used.
"This should be the work of the security department to prevent these traitors from escaping." Blackgod left the main hall and entered the corridor through a small door. He came to the second floor.
The second floor was also empty. There was no important department here. From the corridor that was not seriously damaged, there had been a short battle here, but it had quickly moved.
When he reached the fifth floor, Blackgod heard the intense sound of gunfire. There were more than ten bodies lying in the corridor. Some were wearing the uniforms of the security department, some were in suits, and some were in casual clothes.
Just as he was about to walk over the layers of bodies, a security department employee suddenly jumped up and stabbed a knife at Blackgod's heart.
Blackgod grabbed the other party's wrist and examined him. "Which side are you on?"
"Traitor, you are a traitor. Everyone is a traitor." The security personnel was clearly agitated and kept muttering 'traitor'.
Another crazy one, just like Thunder Monarch.
Blackgod sighed and pointed his finger at the security personnel's forehead, calming his mind.
He and White God were both mental power Espers, and they were masters in this aspect. Just now, they had used mental power shockwaves to sneak attack the Battle God underground, causing him to temporarily fall into a dizzy and confused state. Then, they had decisively killed him.
The security personnel's emotions slowly calmed down, and he was no longer agitated. He looked at Blackgod with some vigilance. "Blackgod, wh-which side are you on?"
Blackgod glanced at him. "It's obvious. If I were a traitor, you wouldn't be standing here. Hmm, are you injured?"
"I'm fine. It's just a small injury. I just accidentally fainted. Otherwise, I could still fight. "The security personnel said gratefully. He was worried and flustered." Blackgod, what happened? Why are there so many traitors in the company? "
"We took action without any warning and detonated the explosives that we had hidden in the building, killing many of our colleagues in a sneak attack."
"Some of them are from the Human Resources Department, some are from the Scientific Research Department, some are from the Equipment Department, some are from the Mission Department, and many of us are from the Security Department."
"They forced the office ladies to carry their rifles and fight. Fortunately, we have the advantage in numbers, and the situation is still stable. "
Blackgod narrowed his eyes. "How many traitors are there in the Executive Department?"
"I'm not sure. Most of the employees in the Executive Department are off work," the security personnel said uncertainly.
The Executive Department was Bosch's external law enforcement department, and it was the department with the highest risk in Bosch. Especially before Bosch weakened the various forces in the Bloodline World, the casualty rate was very high.
If they were to plant spies, they would definitely not place too many people in such a high-risk department. After all, they could be paid for nothing if they were not careful.
Blackgod estimated that among all the departments in Bosch, the Executive Department had the fewest traitors. Most of the board's spies were scattered in other relatively safe departments.
F * ck, other than those who worked, the rest were all traitors. He cursed in his heart and asked, "How do we differentiate them?"
Although he wasn't a professional intelligence worker, he understood that spies didn't know each other's identity. Otherwise, it would be easy to catch one and lead a group of others.
Then how did spies identify each other?
Everyone wore the same uniform, and they would have to shoot each other the moment they saw each other. It was easy to accidentally injure each other.
"They all have a black badge on their chest in the shape of a shield." The security personnel pointed at a corpse not far away.
Blackgod followed his gaze and saw a black shield-shaped emblem on the other party's chest.
"You don't have to fight. Rest well if you're injured," Blackgod said.
The security personnel nodded immediately, and his eyes showed relief. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Blackgod's pupils become unfathomable, as if they had turned into a whirlpool and swallowed his consciousness.
"Are you a traitor?" Blackgod looked at the security personnel with a blank expression and asked in a low voice.
"I'm not."
"How do we differentiate traitors?" Blackgod asked again.
"They all have badges on their chest." The security personnel answered every question.
I'm also sensitive because of them!
Blackgod breathed out a mouthful of turbid air and let the security personnel sleep.
As for himself, he casually picked up a pistol on the ground and walked toward the fifth floor where the battle was taking place.
The gunshots on the fifth floor had stopped, probably because the bullets had been used up. The employees and the traitors were engaged in an intense hand-to-hand fight.
Blackgod took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and let out a loud roar.
The roar was mixed with powerful mental power, reverberating between the walls. Thump, thump, thump. The employees who were fighting fainted one after another.
Those below top S-class could not resist Blackgod's mental storm, not even those who had awakened their mental power.
It was a piece of cake to deal with these rookies.
"According to Battle God, these people are just creating chaos to buy time for him. Therefore, there shouldn't be any top experts.
"Tsk, are there any traitors among the ten gods? Other than confirming that Thunder Emperor is a good citizen, I can't be sure if the others are wolves or ghosts.
"Fifty-fifty. Back then, he was always staring at White God. The possibility of him being a traitor is very high. Ape God likes to take advantage of his seniority. One look and I can tell he's not a good monkey. Tian Hao borrowed 200 points from me and hasn't returned it yet. I hope he's not a traitor. Culinary God is brainless and only knows how to eat all day. He's not suitable to be a spy. San Wu, that idiot, can't be a traitor either. She doesn't have that kind of brain. Hmm, now I can be 100% sure that the good citizens are Thunder Emperor and San Wu. "
Blackgod thought aimlessly. He pulled the trigger and blew up the heads of all the traitors with emblems on their chests.
He swept through layer by layer. The mental storm did not differentiate between friend and foe. Be it werewolves or good citizens, it would take them down first. The good citizens were spared, and the werewolves had their heads blown up.
Soon, he arrived at the medical department.
Intense gunshots came from the medical department. Those were not gunshots that could be made by a pistol. At the same time, there was a strong fluctuation of energy.
Blackgod walked slowly to the entrance of the corridor, leaned against the wall, and looked outside cautiously.
In the corridor, a large group of people had died. The seven or eight traitors with emblems that were still alive were focused on King Kong. King Kong's eyes were red, and he looked like he had gone mad. He was mumbling unconsciously, "Sh * t, it's all sh * t."
He endured the bullets and attacked crazily. The traitors kept shooting as they retreated. Soon, they were all defeated by him.
Blackgod saw that he did not need to do anything, so he put away his gun and walked out of the corridor. "King Kong …"
Just as he uttered these two words, King Kong turned his head abruptly, as if he had locked onto an enemy. He roared and rushed over.
"Go to hell, disgusting sh * t."
His fist was imbued with great power. The air was compressed and exploded.
Blackgod raised his hand to block it. He felt a sharp pain in his arm, and he staggered backward.
He was like the Hulk in a berserk state.
"Something's wrong …" He immediately noticed that something was wrong with King Kong. He was in extreme fear, and extreme fear often led to extreme anger.
In terms of pure strength, even Blackgod was not King Kong's match. Among the senior employees of Bosch, there were many such abnormal people who were biased.
King Kong's strength, Wang Lao Er's defense, and Zhanhime's speed were all examples.
Blackgod dodged the fist and roared beside King Kong's ear. The roar dispersed King Kong's mental power, causing him to faint.
Beep!
At the end of the corridor, the glass door opened. Li Shizhen poked his head out and looked around. After seeing Blackgod, he raised his hands without any integrity. "I'm just a doctor, I'm just a doctor."
Blackgod examined him for a moment and imitated Thunder Monarch's tone. "I'll give you three minutes to prove your innocence."
Li Shizhen, "Huh?"
"I'm not a traitor. Otherwise, I wouldn't have just knocked King Kong out." Blackgod first proved his innocence.
"I understand." Li Shizhen nodded and was very cooperative. "I hypnotized King Kong. I told him that the people outside are all sh * t."
"Hypnotized?" Blackgod frowned slightly.
King Kong's state was indeed not right. It looked like he was hypnotized.
"With your level, you hypnotized a senior employee?"
"Because his mind was already in an unstable state." Li Shizhen explained patiently, "This is what happened. Li Xianyu went out to do a mission again. Did you know about this?"
"Alliance mission." Blackgod nodded.
"In order to avoid the fate of being forced to form a team, King Kong hugged a female receptionist. He received a huge shock and stayed in the medical department to receive psychiatric treatment."
"Very smart." Blackgod was shocked by King Kong's desire to live.
"The medical department still has some of Li Xianyu's blood medicine. This attracted the greed of those guys. I'm just a doctor. In order to protect myself, I had to hypnotize King Kong. Although this would worsen his condition, I had no other choice." Li Shizhen was a little annoyed as he spoke. "Damn it. I was on duty in the medical department today. I didn't expect this to happen."
"The chaos will be over soon." Blackgod pointed at King Kong. "Drag him into the room to rest. I'll be in charge of clearing the place."
He continued to clear the place along the stairs. When he reached the 30th floor, he did not encounter any more traitors. The clean and tidy corridor on the 30th floor indicated that there was no attack from the traitors here.
"There's such a big mess, and Fawang didn't appear. Sigh, I didn't expect him to be a member of the board." Blackgod felt very complicated as he did not see Dharmaraja coming out to uphold justice.
The truth was right in front of him. Dharmaraja was most likely a spy planted by Director Yang in Bosch.
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