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But Simmons didn't know that destroying Hercules' brain would kill him. He was so frightened that he couldn't speak for ten seconds.

The severed finger was bleeding. Simmons knew he had to do something, so he tore off a piece of white cloth and wrapped it around the broken finger.

"If you are really a god, why do you serve a devil? You are just a devil, why do you pretend to be a god!" The anger in Simmons' heart surged up again, overwhelming the fear.

In fact, what overcame his fear was not his anger, but Simmons' discovery that a decapitated head was still a decapitated head and could not be moved.

The severed head of Hercules is indeed immobile. It is impossible for it to jump up and attack Simons as a head.

"What is a demon? What is your definition of a demon?" Hercules said, "I have seen real demons from hell, and I have also killed three-headed hell dogs. Those monsters you have never heard of, they have nothing to do with it." Inhumanity, that is the real devil.”

"I don't care what you have killed, I can't stay here any longer." Simmons gritted her teeth and stepped forward to grab the severed head. This time she was smarter and kept her fingers far away from her mouth, so that the severed head would be Can't bite her anymore.

Then, Simmons tore off a piece of white cloth, opened the mouth of the severed head, stuffed the white cloth inside to stop Hercules from talking anymore, and then she took two hurried steps and threw the severed head into the trash can.

After doing all this, she was sweating profusely, and she couldn't remain calm when faced with a talking head.

No one was going to look in a trash can whose contents would then be disposed of in some massive dump, and Hercules' head was destined to remain undiscovered.

But the white cloth bag wrapped in minced meat is different. It is large and cannot be stuffed through the small entrance of the trash can.

You know, this is a whole living person sawn into mincemeat.

"Fitz, let's take this bag to the kitchen area and pour these minced meat into the nutritional paste making machine," Simmons said.

The nutritional paste making machine processes food ingredients. Any food, vegetarian or meat, will eventually turn into nutritional paste under the stirring and pressing of the nutritional paste making machine.

And there is absolutely no way to tell from the appearance of the nutritional cream what it is originally made of.

Fitz nodded numbly.

"They" Fitz wanted to ask what to do with these corpses, the corpses of the male nurse and the doctor.

"No need to deal with it," Simmons said.

Unlike the severed head of Hercules, these corpses could not speak and could not reveal much information, so Simmons did not think they needed to be dealt with.

She planned to put the blame for all this on the dead soldier. After all, the photo was still on Hayabusa's body. Anyone who saw it would definitely think that it was the soldier who caused everything and would think of it. The nurses and doctors who came here were also killed by soldiers. After all, in the eyes of others, the soldiers completely disappeared and evaporated, as if they had escaped.

There is no monitoring now that can tell the facts and truth.

In the kitchen area, it is obviously not the time to cook now, and there is no one in the huge space.

Fitz and Simmons carried the white cloth bag to the nutritional ointment. They poured the entire white bag into the entrance of the nutritional ointment blender. After that, Simmons turned on the switch, and the machine suddenly started operating. Another stream of nutritional cream poured into the memory within a few minutes.

"If you add so much at once, anyone would be surprised to see it." Simmons frowned, she thought, and finally she chose to squeeze out the nutritional paste into a white cloth bag.

Fitz looked at Simmons' behavior with confusion.

Soon, the white cloth bag was filled with nutritional ointment. Simmons wrapped the bag and walked towards the conveyor elevator with the bag in his hand.

"We're going to clean up and then go to the jail area," Simmons said.

At the entrance to the prison area, Logan was sitting on the ground playing with his cell phone angrily. When he saw Simmons and Fitz arriving, he frowned, stood up and asked, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Food, nutritional ointment, Yan Luo ordered." Simmons said.

"Oh, boss, but it doesn't seem like it's time to eat now, right?"

Red Riding Hood Logan took a bag of nutritional ointment from Simmons, opened the bag and looked inside, it was actually a full bag.