Capítulo 48: Destroy The Russian Gang
Neutered?" Gwen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then looked at the beagle on the experimental table with a strange expression.
"Although I haven't done it before, as long as the bleeding is stopped the moment it is cut off."
The beagle on the test bench shook unconsciously, whether it was due to genetic regeneration or because he felt some inexplicable malice.
"Then come on. After neutering, it will save it from peeing and screaming in the laboratory." Tony shifted his body.
"Do you really want to be sterilized? Does its owner know?" Gwen picked up the anesthetic needle and scalpel and walked over excitedly, but still asked uncertainly.
We are doing this for the dog's health, no problem." Tony waved his hand nonchalantly.
Hearing this, Gwen did not continue to ask questions, but first anesthetized the beagle, and then began to prepare items for disinfection.
Although the beagle's body has been injected with a regeneration agent, if the egg is cut off and the wound is sealed, and the anesthesia is used, it is not known whether it can still grow back.
After finishing their work with the beagles, Tony and the two devoted themselves to serum research again.
The next morning, Brooklyn.
"Hiss..." John, who was lying on the cold floor, held his head covered in blood and took a breath of cold air before slowly sitting up.
As if recalling something, he immediately stood up staggeringly and looked around the living room, but did not see his pet dog.
He knelt down and put some blood on his finger. This was the blood of his pet dog.
Thinking of the scene he saw last night in a daze, his beagle was beaten to the ground by several gangsters with baseball bats, and was thrown provocatively in front of him.
The long-term comfort made him forget the sense of crisis, and he was actually sneaked into his home by a few gangsters.
The reason for the dispute was because the other party took a fancy to his Ford Mustang.
John immediately stood up and walked out of the living room, looking around his villa, but still found no body of his pet dog.
Looking at the broken door and empty garage, he frowned.
"Buzz buzz..." Suddenly, the phone in his bag vibrated twice.
He took out his phone and checked it, but when he saw the message, he squinted his eyes in confusion.
"R Star..." is a software push message.
But his phone has never downloaded this software.
"What happened last night?" He returned to the sofa in the living room with a headache and sat down. What happened last night seemed not that simple.
He tried to think back for a while, but apart from the incident of those Russian gangsters breaking into his house, he had no other recollection.
In the end, he turned his attention to the sudden appearance of the APP on his phone. After he fell into coma last night, it might have something to do with it.
He clicked on the APP, and before he had time to look at the software page, the message that popped up at the top suddenly shocked him.
[Tony's Beard: Destroy the Russian Gang.]
[Remuneration: one million]
[The Russian gang is doing a lot of evil in Brooklyn... Well, their young man actually tried to hit me with his car yesterday, so I think their gang doesn't need to exist anymore. ]
[By the way, your poor dog has been rescued by me and was neutered by the way. Remember to get the money...]
[Oh my God, this is such a big favor.]
There is also an address below the row of words, which is Tony's Modification Shop in Hell's Kitchen.
Hearing that his beloved dog was still alive, John was excited for a moment. After his wife died, what he cared about most was the beagle that his wife left behind. This was the only sustenance left by her wife to him.
After calming down a little, he first cleaned the wound on his head, then broke open the dusty underground weapon box, grabbed some weapons for self-defense, and then went to the Tony modification shop.
Hell's Kitchen, Tony Tuning Shop.
Looking at the closed rolling shutter door of the modification shop and the closed sign hanging next to it, John was silent for a moment, then walked to the small door on the side and knocked on it.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk..." There was a knock on the door, and John took a few steps back vigilantly, his hand quietly touching the handle of the pistol, ready to respond to emergencies.
"Woof woof woof!!!" However, before the door was opened, a familiar dog barking suddenly sounded inside the door.
It's his dog.
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