Skill extraction starting from Dragon Clan

On the way home, Patrick's cell phone rang suddenly.

He opened it and looked at it and found that it was a message from Gwyneth.

"I'm causing trouble to you. How are you doing there? Can we meet if you have time? To be honest, I'm in a dilemma right now."

Looking at the words in the text message, Patrick hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to take a taxi to the Central Hospital.

Judging from the medical technology of Helsalemzi, as long as there is no death on the spot, it can basically be cured quickly.

Even if Gwyneth was just blown into the ICU by a bomb this morning, she would be almost out of danger by night.

It's just that now, the doctors at Hersalemz are also very experienced. After the patient is out of danger, they basically no longer use radical treatment methods and instead allow them to undergo palliative recuperation.

In this way, possible sequelae and risks caused by special treatment methods can be reduced as much as possible.

Looking up at the towering hospital building, Patrick pushed open the hospital door and went straight to the elevator to the 18th floor.

Without asking the front desk doctor for his specific location, he silently found the ward based on the information he had investigated today.

Looking at the woman lying on the bed in the ward, wearing a respirator, as if she had fallen asleep due to fatigue, Patrick was silent for a long time.

"Gwyneth...Oh, I didn't expect it to turn out like this. But don't worry, I will definitely make the plan succeed. As long as the world is not over, there is still a chance to save everything."

Patrick paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at the curtain next to him.

Just now, the curtain seemed to move unnaturally.

"Who? Behind the curtain?" Patrick slowly stretched his hand to his waist.

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Inside Lebra's office, even though it was late at night, the lights were still bright.

Butler Gilbert, whose head was still covered with bandages, took his hand away from the laptop and pushed the screen in front of Klaus, who had been waiting next to him.

"Master, this is the information of all the technicians involved in this project."

"It seems... there is no special problem." Klaus glanced through it and found nothing worth noting.

Stephen on the side also raised his head, put his hands on his neck and turned his head to relieve the stiff muscles: "Well... that's about it. That's right. Logically speaking, it is impossible to arrange for people who have contact with terrorists to join this group. It was a plan. Sorry to cause you any trouble, Mr. Gilbert."

Klaus flipped through the information again, and suddenly stopped Stephen who was about to leave next to him:

"Stephen, this woman...named Gwyneth Palo, is quite rare. Her child suffered from psychopathy due to the Great Collapse, but judging from the data, her child seemed to have only About one to two years old, is it possible for such a young child to suffer from this disease? "

"Although the cause and effect of this disease has not yet been determined, it is indeed a bit strange. Although there is a theory that unknown pathological factors were released when Hersalemz was constructed, that theory is really too much. Supernatural.

Rather than saying that the child has a mental illness, I think it is better to say that she herself has this tendency. After all, her child passed away due to that disease, but even so, she still chose to come to this city. "

Stephen took a look at Gwyneth's information, shook his head, and said nothing more. After all, there were too many tragedies like this.

"Really..." Klaus didn't say anything more, he just looked at her information, with an ominous premonition in his heart, "Just in case, let's check again."

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In the hospital, with the sound of a slight gunshot, Patrick's body trembled, and he involuntarily lost strength and fell to his knees.

When he turned his attention to the curtains, behind Patrick, Gwyneth, who was supposed to have fallen asleep, suddenly opened her eyes and took out a special tranquilizer gun with a silencer from under her pillow. , and shot him without hesitation.

Looking at Patrick, who struggled for two moments and then passed out, Gwyneth's expression was terrifyingly gloomy.

Her eyes were dull, and she kept muttering in a low voice: "...Protect...my son, I will protect..."

A man dressed as a doctor slowly appeared from behind the curtain and came to Patrick's side for a closer inspection:

"Yes, I fell asleep. You did a good job, Ms. Paro. In this way, no one will come to hinder us again. Wrong things like Helsalemz Lott were sucked into other dimensional forces. Just disappear completely!”

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A few hours later, with the screeching sound of motorcycles braking, Zapp and Leo rushed to the hospital with several field staff.

Going straight to the ward where Gwyneth was before, Zapp looked at the empty hospital bed and decisively picked up his cell phone to make a call.

"Well, it's not here." Zapp's nose moved and he smelled something wrong from the strong smell of disinfectant. "It doesn't feel right. There is a not-so-good 'smell'."

"What exactly happened?" Field staff who had already checked other wards rushed over.

"Oh, they are playing a dangerous game that requires force~ Do you need to ask, you idiot! Of course something happened! How about it, chicken-coop head, can you see anything?" Zapp mocked the field staff, and then looked at Leo who had been observing carefully since entering the door.

"From the residual breath, there should be four people, but there are too many people coming in and out of the hospital..." Leo carefully distinguished for a long time, and sighed helplessly.

Xiaobai also rushed in from outside, and shook his head when he saw the inquiring eyes of several people: "No, Uncle Patrick's soul breath was not found, he should have left here."

"Is he kidnapped? Or is this a scam..." Zapp picked up the phone and looked at the message sent. After carefully checking the photos, he suddenly paused, "This woman... is the one who was with Uncle Patrick last time!!"

When Zapp sent the information here to Klaus, Stephen was also trying his best to contact Patrick.

But unfortunately, his cell phone and hidden communication equipment had been thrown away by Gwyneth, and Stephen and the others could not contact him at all.

"Oh no, I can't contact him at all, and I can even say he's missing." Stephen had a headache after hanging up the phone.

Klaus raised his hand and touched his chin, thinking quietly: "I can only ask the mobile police to search first. There is less than a day before the next summons of the Grand Monk. I hope he just drank and passed out somewhere..."

"There is no way. I will contact the mobile police, and you contact Nika. Patrick is not here, and she should make preparations." Stephen made a very decisive decision.

So, Nika, who was partying with her friends in the dessert shop, was urgently recalled, and the mobile police of Hersharemz were all mobilized to look for Patrick's traces.

Just as the major forces in the city were busy, the unconscious Patrick gradually woke up.

"Hmm..."

The first thing he saw was two armed men guarding him, tied to a small chair.

Judging from the surrounding environment, the shaking feeling and the sounds outside, Patrick is now in a car.

"What is going on now? I don't know if you are having a party or something. Anyway, I won't attend. I'm very busy." Patrick tried to collect information.

"Don't worry, you won't be busy soon." Gwyneth came over from the cab, "We just passed the Double Gate Bridge, and then we only need to leave within the limited time to get out of Hersharemz."

"Gwyneth..." Patrick's eyes behind the sunglasses were a little dim, "What happened? Why did you do this?"

"I'm sorry, I can't let you interfere with the summoning of the Great Monk. I want to make that city disappear from the world completely." Gwyneth's tone was cold, which was completely different from the feeling when they met before.

"Hey, stop it. You used to be a woman who would tell such a completely unfunny joke." Patrick laughed a little hard.

Gwyneth didn't care about this guy's joke: "I'm serious, the summoning technique of the Grand Monk this time is beyond imagination..."

"I say!" Patrick interrupted her, "If you are serious, then this will be the greatest evil in human history! Millions of people will die, whether they are humans or creatures from other worlds, they are all living lives. Any quibbling is useless, you are just indiscriminate massacre!"

"Tsk!"

Gwyneth was a little angry at what he said, and couldn't help raising her fist, as if she wanted to punch Patrick in the face.

Patrick didn't care about these, his eyes behind the sunglasses stared at her eyes tightly: "Do you want your son to become the child of a historical sinner?!"

"!!!"

Gwyneth's body suddenly stopped, the whole person groaned, and couldn't help but fall back holding her head.

Seeing her condition, Patrick also found something wrong: "Gwyneth! What's wrong with you?!"

"For...for...me..."

Patrick was stunned, and finally heard clearly what Gwyneth whispered: "I want to protect...Andrew!"

Patrick was silent for a moment, and then became furious: "Protect?! How can you protect? Your son is no longer alive!"

Patrick's words seemed to break through some seal. Gwyneth, who was already in a precarious state, could no longer hold on. She held her head and screamed loudly, as if something painful was pouring into her mind.

Seeing her reaction, two armed men immediately took action. One of them took down the Gwyneth talisman paper, and the other simply stretched out his hand to pinch Patrick's neck:

"Don't talk too much. How did you know?!"

Although his neck was pinched and hurt, Patrick was quite happy: "People in the same industry know the same things, and insiders know the inside story. I don't live a peaceful and stable life. I am not so lazy that I would treat the sudden visit of an old acquaintance in the same industry as a coincidence."

"So... you knew those text messages were to lure you out, but you dared to come to the appointment?!" The armed man reacted.

"I guess so, but I really didn't expect you to take me out of Hersharemz."

Looking past the armed men, the situation seemed to have stabilized. Gwyneth looked confused, and Patrick seemed relieved: "I don't know what the technique is, but it seems to have given you a strong hint."

Then, Patrick looked at the two armed men in front of him with an angry look: "Then you are the People's Front, it's a resounding name. If you have the ability, don't take advantage of the sadness of a woman who lost her son and do these sneaky things!"

Click!

Another armed man loaded the pistol without hesitation and pushed it against Patrick's forehead: "Do you want to taste the taste of your head blooming?!"

"Let her go, then I agree to cooperate with you." Facing the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, Patrick seemed unexpectedly calm.

"?"

"What the hell?"

Looking at the two armed men with puzzled faces, Patrick could only explain helplessly:

"If this continues, Gwyneth will definitely become an international wanted criminal. You guys are definitely not going to be able to protect her, and her own connections can't do it either. So leave her to me, I'll find her a hiding place, and I'll help you escape..."

After Patrick finished speaking, Gwyneth, who was still immersed in the memory of her son's death, couldn't help but be a little stunned.

The two armed men were silent for a moment, and suddenly sneered, and then the laughter became louder and louder.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahahaha... Oh, you are such a gentle knight, so this is why you came here... Hahaha!"

Faced with the two people's ridicule, Patrick seemed quite calm: "Well, you can laugh as much as you want, I am willing to do anything for her."

"Hahahaha... That really touched us, I didn't expect you to sacrifice the lives of an entire city for her!"

Patrick didn't care about the ridicule of the two people at all, but looked at Gwyneth seriously:

"Start over, Gwyneth! I will be by your side, I can't watch I can't watch a genius like you waste your life. It's still in time, but at this moment, there's no going back. "

The armed personnel who were laughing just now keenly noticed something wrong from Patrick's words. They surrounded him, and one of them grabbed Patrick's neck again.

"Hey! What are you...hiding? !"

"Hahaha! Did you finally notice it? That's right, your plan will end in failure! Just imprisoning me alone can't destroy the entire combat plan. No matter what, I have a super excellent and strongest partner by my side!"

Bang!

The fist hit Patrick's face, interrupting his words, and the armed personnel's eyes became extremely fierce:

"Then tell us the name of that guy and his location!"

After such a heavy punch, Patrick's nosebleed immediately, but he still smiled triumphantly and looked at Gwyneth: "How could I tell you? Idiot! This is the last chance for her to stop... Come on, what are you going to choose? Gwyneth!"