Inside the medical room on the second floor of the Execution Agency Headquarters.
As the medical room of a special department, it had no fewer instruments than a hospital. After all, being an awakened one was a high-risk profession, and if treatment was not administered in time, severe injuries could easily prove fatal.
On a reinforced operating table—or rather, what had originally been a workbench in the workshop—Gus lay there looking drowsy. The table had been temporarily moved here an hour ago.
"Sir, I feel like I can... recover... on my own."
Gus made one final struggle.
"No, you can't."
As he spoke, Su Xiao gave Gus another injection.
Bzzzt~
The quantum cutting saw spun at high speed. Bubu Wang and A' Mu, serving as surgical assistants, were cowering and trembling in the corner.
"Bubu, keep injecting Gus with anesthetic."
"Tr-tr-tr..."
Bubu Wang's teeth chattered. He was practically hugging A' Mu, clearly meaning, Master, I'm scared.
The operation proceeded in an orderly fashion, but before long, Gus regained consciousness again.
"S-s-s-sir, is that... my stomach?"
"No. You're seeing things."
Su Xiao jabbed him with another needle. Gus rolled his eyes back and fell unconscious.
At eight in the morning, the slightly exhausted Su Xiao leaned against the sofa in his office. In the center of the office stood a metal cage over two meters tall. Made of a lead-zinc alloy, it was exceptionally sturdy.
Reinhardt and Hank were both in the office. Hank was squatting in front of the metal cage, watching Gus sleep soundly inside. Gus was still covered in black scales, and his long tail protruded through the bars. In Bubu Wang's words, Gus currently looked a lot like Venom.
"Sir, what is Gus now?"
Hank spoke up. He had the closest personal relationship with Gus and