The beating golden heart was held by dudean, feeling sticky and slippery. A strange color flashed on his face, and he tried to tear it off slowly and forcefully. However, as soon as his heart was pulled, he felt the pain coming from his heart, and his sight became blurred. His strength seemed to be pulling out of his body. This feeling was just like his life was slowly passing away.
He immediately released his golden heart and gasped for breath. His sight became clear again, and the feeling that he would die at any time disappeared.
"How could that happen?" Dudean looked down at the golden heart hanging on his chest. Ordinary people would have fainted when they saw such a scene, and his face was not very good-looking. Previously, he had doubts about peeling off the heart, but he didn't expect that his body could not leave the heart as he had guessed!
No wonder Lin Changsheng got his body, but also for this matter, feel headache.
"This heart is made up of the wild God gene. Is it possible that the loss of this heart will break the balance in my body? But if I don't discard this heart, am I going to be the incubator of this monster? " Dudean's face was gloomy. For him, this matter was more important than the victory or defeat of the whole battlefield ahead. It was directly related to his own life. Although he did not want to admit it, the current situation was that he could not leave the monster's heart!
"If I find my original heart, maybe there is a way, but the heart is in the hands of Fei Yue. I don't know if she abandoned it. The possibility of finding it back is slim, or it can be replaced by something else." Ducian's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked down to think. After a while, he had an idea. Although his situation was very bad, it was not hopeless.
He has thought of several solutions, which are extremely unlikely, but can try.
After thinking about the way out, dudean calmed down and put the golden heart back into his body. At the same time, he decomposed the human heart that had been formed in his body and turned it into flesh and blood into his body. With his present body, the human heart can't exert his power, only this monster's heart can do it.
"We must solve the problem as soon as possible. If we can get the mechanical heart, maybe there is hope..." Dudean murmured to himself. Looking up at the distant battlefield, he was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he found a one armed combat system from his knapsack. It was like an alloy arm, which could locate and communicate instantly. It was used by the spies to send messages.
Dudean turned it on, turned off the positioning system, turned on the communicator above, found a man named "zero", touched his chin and thought for a moment. Suddenly, he put his hand on his face and kneaded it. Then he quickly wrote a message and sent it to him.
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"Report, general Munch, letter from the spy!"
At the top of the South war god wall, in the war Bureau building of the third command center, a technician receives a prompt message from the computer, clicks on it, and immediately turns around to report to the anxious general pacing back and forth on the other side.
"What's the news?" Munch stopped and frowned slightly.
"Report to the general. The message says that the mechanical corps of the troll Federation cannot be used, there is civil strife in the Federation, and there is a map of the first line of defense of the Federation." The technician said quickly, with a strong voice.
Mengqi was stunned for a moment, widened his eyes, and said, "did you read it correctly?"
The technician realized the value of the message and said, "general, I didn't read it wrong!"
Munch quickly grabs in front of his computer. Soon he sees a message, the words on the top and a map attached below. He looks back and forth twice, and his body trembles slightly.
But the next moment, he suddenly thought of a place where he had missed. He was shocked and felt chilly. He immediately said to the technician, "check whether the spy himself sent the message."
"Yes The technician nodded, quickly sat back on the chair, and his fingers crackled on the keyboard. Soon, a picture of a camera appeared on the computer, and the picture was a trench like concave grass, leaning against a middle-aged man with rough face and golden hair. His face was resolute and his temperament was steady.
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