After figuring out the key, Shuns's tone became urgent.
"Doctor! I think you need to try to transform her."
In response to this, Doctor still shook his head.
He let out a long sigh, and then said to Shuns:
"From the tone of your two voices, I can feel the importance of this Trait."
"However, don't forget that it was Mr. Shadow who asked Prison Doctor to preserve her vital signs."
"I guess Shadow has some plan for her."
"Our arbitrary decision may cause some irreparable losses."
As he spoke, he looked at Shuns and said calmly:
"And Shuns Doctor, don't forget the purpose of our coming here this time."
After listening to Doctor's words, Shuns could only give up his thoughts even if he was unwilling to do so.
Then Doctor explained his purpose to Prison Doctor.
Prison Doctor was also very generous. He took out a tube of Sedative directly from his medical kit.
And he also told Doctor:
"This dose is unbearable for ordinary people."
"Even when diluted, certain side effects can occur."
Hearing this, Doctor frowned.
"Side effects? For example?"
Prison Doctor thought for a few seconds and then replied:
"Like addiction."
As soon as these words came out, the venue suddenly fell into silence.
After a few seconds, Doctor coughed a few times, seemingly because his throat was uncomfortable.
"Ahem!"
"I heard you right just now. You seemed to be talking about addiction?"
Prison Doctor nodded and responded:
"According to your pharmacology, it is indeed addictive."
Doctor and Shuns looked at each other, and then Doctor continued to ask:
"So what are the consequences of long-term intake?"
Prison Doctor pinched his beak and fell into thought again.
This time, he thought for a particularly long time.
Fortunately, Doctor and Shuns are quite patient.
After a long time, Prison Doctor shook his head and said:
"I don't know the specifics. You need to experiment by yourself."
After the explanation, Prison Doctor drove the two people out of Containment Room.
The two of them stood outside the door, Doctor holding the Sedative in his hand.
Shuns groaned and said:
"There have been too many experiments recently, and Consumable is not enough."
Doctor's expression also became serious.
He looked at Shuns and said in a deep voice:
"I heard that the Consumable warehouse has been idle since the establishment of C04 Containment Facility."
Shuns spread his hands helplessly and said:
"Then what should we do? We can't force him to arrest him, right?"
Doctor also sighed.
Forcibly arresting him will definitely not work.
Moreover, they C03 Containment Facility have also moved behind the scenes.
Even if there is a new Consumable, it will not be sent here.
Because they are no longer in Prison Warden's establishment.
The two stood there hesitating for a long time, and finally Doctor sighed and said:
"It seems we should join Saints as soon as possible."
"Perhaps there is endless supply of Consumable."
Shuns nodded first, then pointed to Sedative in Doctor's hand and said:
"What should I do with this? Put it aside for now?"
Doctor sighed helplessly and said:
"Let's first find a way to recall those retired Prison Warden, and complete their transformation first."
"As for Sedative, copy it first, and I will try to see if I can conduct experiments in the Dreamscape world."
Shuns thought for a moment, and he couldn't seem to find a better way.
So I had no choice but to agree to the proposal.
Soon, Prison Wardens who were disabled due to injuries received the recall information.
The message is very short, only one sentence.
[Civilization needs you!]
The first reaction of those who received the message was shock.
Since they have left Prison Warden, they do not have access to the internal network.
So I could only communicate privately with other familiar colleagues.
Magic City, in a dilapidated apartment building.
An old man was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a sheet in his hands.
He put the sheet on his lap.
Looking at the information in the communicator, he sighed.
Then he looked at the iron frame bed in front of him.
There was another old man lying on the bed.
While he still has a wheelchair to sit in, the old man on the bed has completely lost his limbs, just like a human pig.
The sheets were filthy and the room smelled of human excrement.
The old man sitting in the wheelchair grabbed the dirty bed sheet and used all his strength to pull the bed sheet off.
Immediately afterwards, he placed the washed sheets on the mattress.
After doing all this, he seemed a little tired.
However, he still gritted his teeth and controlled the wheels of the wheelchair with extremely difficult hands.
An hour later he put the sheets down.
Then he made himself a pot of tea.
He took a sip of tea and then whispered to the old man on the bed:
"Brother, I received the recall message."
"I have also responded to the organization."
"I don't know what happened."
"Perhaps the current situation is serious enough that we disabled people need to return to the battlefield."
As he spoke, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
"I may not be able to take care of you anymore."
The eyes of the old man lying on the bed suddenly burst into light.
His body was twisting wildly on the bed, and his mouth opened again and again, but no sound came out.
The old man sitting in the wheelchair struggled to support his body, and then stretched out his hand to pat the other person's body gently, as if to comfort him.
"I have already sent our retirement pensions to your wife."
"That money should be enough for their family to live well for the rest of their lives."
"But don't worry, I didn't tell him the truth."
"I think it's better to let her think you're dead than to let her see you now."
"It might be better for her."
"Don't blame me for making my own decisions."
Hearing this, the old man lying on the bed turned his head and looked at him.
Muddy tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, soaking a large area of the pillow.
The wheelchair turned, and the old man controlled the wheelchair towards the kitchen with difficulty.
His hand holding the wheel hub couldn't stop shaking.
After a long time, he walked out of the kitchen.
When he came to the bed again, he held a kitchen knife in his hand.
The old man lying on the bed seemed to already know his fate.
His eyes became calm as he looked at the old man in the wheelchair.
Then he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled and nodded towards the other party.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The voice was very urgent.
Immediately afterwards, the door was blasted open.
The two people in the room looked in the direction of the door.
I saw a team of well-equipped Prison Warden Special Operations Soldier rushing into the room.
One of the leading soldiers gently took the kitchen knife away from the old man in the wheelchair.
Then he took off his tactical mask, revealed his resolute face and said softly:
"I'm here to take the hero home."