The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Because Yan Luo must die.

Simmons licked her interfering lips and grabbed the strong soldier. She gritted her teeth and tried to lift the strong soldier, but it was very difficult because the strong soldier was like a dead dog. The weight of her whole body was not shared at all, and she wanted to lift it. Having to bear the full weight was difficult with Simmons' strength.

Finally, she became angry. She let go and let the strong soldier fall to the cold ground. Then she got up and kicked the strong soldier twice, each one harder than the other.

"He's too heavy." Simmons gritted his teeth.

Fitz looked at all this and clenched his fists.

"So, let's use fire instead. We can find a way to get the weapon arsenal password from Hercules. The fat man looks easy to deceive." Fitz said.

"No, that's risky, I'll say it again!" Simmons raised his voice, "Won't you help? Help me lift it, let's do it together!"

Fitz's fists tightened again, he didn't want to do this, he didn't want to break a dying man into pieces.

But when this step came, he had no choice, because indeed, as Simmons said, his method was risky.

"I" Fitz wanted to say something.

"Come and help!" Simmons shouted again.

Fitz nodded, walked to Simmons step by step, and lifted the strong soldier together with Simmons.

The two went to the medical area through the teleportation elevator and took a shortcut to the operating room.

"Very good, no one noticed." Simmons said excitedly.

"What should we do if someone finds out?" Fitz asked suddenly.

Simmons looked at Fitz, "You and I both understand."

Simmons understands, and so does Fitz, it's just one more life.

The operating room was fully equipped with all kinds of unknown tools. Simmons opened the cabinet and took out a chainsaw.

"Why is this in the operating room of the medical area?" Fitz asked.

"Because there is an operation called amputation." Simmons placed the electric saw on the operating bed, and then used all her strength to lift the strong soldier to the operating bed. After that, she sat on the ground and leaned against the cabinet, gasping for air.

"He's too heavy." Simmons felt that his heart had accelerated a lot due to the exercise just now.

"Yeah." Fitz murmured, staring at the chainsaw.

"Can you use it? A special electric saw for surgery is actually not much different from an ordinary electric saw." Simmons asked breathlessly.

"Yes." Fitz said only one word.

Simmons covered his heart, nodded and said: "Very good, pick it up, come on, let me rest for a while."

Fitz walked to the operating table, stretched out his hand, slowly and stiffly put his hand on the handle of the electric saw, then held it, and slowly and stiffly picked up the electric saw.

All his movements were so stiff. In the final analysis, he didn't want to do this.

"Hurry up. Although this is the smallest and least commonly used operating room, there is no guarantee that people won't come here to get things." Simmons said.

"Shall I lock the door?" Fitz asked.

"I've locked the door," Simmons said, "Hurry up and end this."

"Got it," Fitz said, pressing the switch on the chainsaw.

The sound of the electric saw was not loud. It was obviously a low-pitched version designed to reduce the patient's stress. The saw teeth were rotating rapidly, and Fitz's hand holding the electric saw trembled due to the vibration of the electric saw.

But he still didn't cut the chainsaw into the strong soldier's body.

"What are you hesitating about?" Simmons said. "We have to hurry up."

"Gemma," Fitz said.

"What's wrong?" Simmons asked with a frown.

"I"

Fitz looked at the sturdy soldier on the operating bed and felt that the soldier was like meat on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

"Come on, Fitz," Simmons said. "We have other things to do."

"I can't, I can't do this." Fitz said suddenly.

"Why?" Simmons frowned, "What's wrong? Everything has come to this point. Is there any way back?"

"I can't do it," Fitz said.

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