"How dare you tell me the conditions." Simon rolled his eyes and stepped forward. Sigmund protected Shelley, grabbed the scalpel on the table, and pointed it at Simon.

Simon grabbed his hand like lightning and snatched the scalpel, and then kicked him to the ground. The scalpel pressed directly against Betty Shelley's neck, threatening, "Hand over the antidote."

"Don't do it, don't do it, there is something to talk about." Sigmund was anxious, got up from the ground and said nervously.

"You hand over the antidote, I won't do it."

"Don't be like this, calm down, she is innocent, please, don't hurt her." Sigmund pleaded bitterly.

"Do you want to delay time?" Simon frowned, and with a little force on his hand, the scalpel slightly cut Betty Shelley's skin, and a little blood flowed out.

"I'll pay, I'll pay, don't hurt her." Sigmund compromised.

"hurry up."

Sigmund panicked and ran to a cabinet. The cabinet opened, and a burst of cold air spurted out. It was a refrigerator, and he took out a bunch of needles from it.

"hurry up."

"I'm looking for it, wait a moment."

This guy was obviously stalling for time. Simon squinted, his hands were hard again, Sigmund's scalp was numb, he quickly grabbed a needle and held it up: "I found it, I found it."

"That's it, injecting it into the body can solve the Red Clown Virus." Sigmund said hurriedly.

Simon held the needle, ready to insert it into his arm.

Sigmund kept his eyes on Simon, and Simon pushed down hard, but he didn't. He looked at Sigmund with a half-smiling smile: "I seem to be looking forward to my insertion."

Sigmund looked a little flustered: "No way, no way."

"Is that so? Betty seems to have the red clown virus too, so let's treat her first." Simon gestured to insert the needle into Betty's neck.

"Don't, don't, don't get in."

"Oh, why, isn't this an antidote?" Simon said with a half-smile.

"This, this..." Sigmund was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, not knowing how to answer.

"Do you think I'm a fool to believe your words?"

"Hand over the real antidote and give you ten seconds, or I'll inject this tube into her body."

"Don't, don't, I don't have an antidote at all." Sigmund said in frustration.

"There is no antidote? Are you kidding me?" Simon frowned.

"No, it hasn't been developed yet." Sigmund said with a wry smile.

"Didn't you research the red clown virus, but you didn't find an antidote?"

"The red clown virus was not researched by me, but discovered by me."

"Don't lie to me, I'm about to intervene."

"Come on, we're all going to die anyway, it doesn't matter." Sigmund said weakly.

There's really no antidote. Simon doesn't look like he's cheating.

"You are so poisonous, you actually threw a virus without an antidote on me." Simon put down the needle and sneered.

"Why don't you inject?"

"Why do you need an injection? You're still useful. It's a pity to die." Simon shrugged.

"But, but, but why didn't you have a seizure." Sigmund looked at Simon suspiciously.

"Did you mean this?" Simon raised his palm, and the rash on it had disappeared.

"Does the virus want to harm me too? You are too naive."

"This is impossible. The violent red clown virus attacks like a landslide and cannot be stopped." Sigmund stepped forward with disbelief, and even took two steps to check Simon's palm. Simon raised his hand to hit, Sigmund hugged his head back in fright.

This guy is very insidious, but don't let him get close, maybe he will pour some ghosts on him.

"Look into my eyes." Simon shouted sharply.

Sigmund involuntarily looked into Simon's eyes, black light flashed, and the pupil of shadow activated, hypnotizing Sigmund.

He started to ask for the information he wanted.

It turns out that the Red Clown Virus was not researched by him, but was discovered by chance. After eight years of research, the Red Clown Virus was refined.

And he didn't lie just now, the fiery red clown virus he developed did not.

"You still dare to talk to me about conditions." Simon rolled his eyes and stepped forward. Sigmund protected Shelley, grabbed the scalpel on the table, and pointed it at Simon.

Simon grabbed his hand like lightning and snatched the scalpel, and then kicked him to the ground. The scalpel pressed directly against Betty Shelley's neck, threatening, "Hand over the antidote."

"Don't do it, don't do it, there is something to talk about." Sigmund was anxious, got up from the ground and said nervously.

"You hand over the antidote, I won't do it."

"Don't be like this, calm down, she is innocent, please, don't hurt her." Sigmund pleaded bitterly.

"Do you want to delay time?" Simon frowned, with a little force on his hand, the scalpel slightly cut Betty Shelley's skin, and a little blood flowed out.

"I'll pay, I'll pay, don't hurt her." Sigmund compromised.

"hurry up."

Sigmund panicked and ran to a cabinet. The cabinet opened, and a burst of cold air spurted out. It was a refrigerator, and he took out a bunch of needles from it.

"hurry up."

"I'm looking for it, wait a moment."

This guy was obviously stalling for time. Simon squinted, his hands were hard again, Sigmund's scalp was numb, he quickly grabbed a needle and held it up: "I found it, I found it."

"That's it, injecting it into the body can solve the Red Clown Virus." Sigmund said hurriedly.

Simon is holding the needle tube~lightnovelpub.net~ ready to insert it into his arm.

Sigmund kept his eyes on Simon, and Simon pushed down hard, but he didn't. He looked at Sigmund with a half-smiling smile: "I seem to be looking forward to my insertion."

Sigmund looked a little flustered: "No way, no way."

"Is that so? Betty seems to have the red clown virus too, so let's treat her first." Simon gestured to insert the needle into Betty's neck.

"Don't, don't, don't get in."

"Oh, why, isn't this an antidote?" Simon said with a half-smile.

"This, this..." Sigmund was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, not knowing how to answer.

"Do you think I'm a fool to believe your words?"

"Hand over the real antidote and give you ten seconds, or I'll inject this tube into her body."

"Don't, don't, I don't have an antidote at all." Sigmund said in frustration.

"There is no antidote? Are you kidding me?" Simon frowned.

"No, it hasn't been developed yet." Sigmund said with a wry smile.

"Didn't you research the red clown virus, but you didn't find an antidote?"

"The red clown virus was not researched by me, but discovered by me."

"Don't lie to me, I'm about to intervene."

"Come on, we're all going to die anyway, it doesn't matter." Sigmund said weakly.