Chapter 1043:

Water dripped from his face and chest, and he fought for the air. His brain was a painful song, and the numbness of his arms and legs made him riveted to the ground. Finally, he opened his eyes and felt that he was dragged onto the clearing. The rung of the ladder leading to the cabin was facing him. He shook his head, and his teeth touched the silver metal. His coordination is gone, and he can't tell his actions.
"Go up the steps," he heard Fairchild Semiconductor say behind him.
He raised his hands, placed them on the steps of the ladder, and then he began to lift himself. This is a trivial effort. Blood poured into his eyes, and his head turned into a distant rotation, independent of the movement of his body. He hung on the ladder, climbed a step, and then climbed up again. He was crumbling near the top, and Fairchild pushed him into the cabin where he spread out.
He heard Fairchild Semiconductor coming up behind him and the door closed.
Kane rolled on his back and raised his head. She was standing beside him in fresh white shorts and shirt. Now her hair is neat and tidy, and her pink skin is radiant. She smiled at him, her teeth were very white. "You are so beautiful, Mr. Kane."
He knew he should have been angry at the time, angry at the instinct she had done to him. But the drugs left him with enough reactions to strive for consciousness and strength.
"Clean him up," Fairy Tong said. "Quickly. Then we're leaving."
The woman received soap and water from the back of the cabin. She washed Kane's face, her fingers cruel with cuts and swelling. She scratched the wound with the irritating potion, and Kane was motionless, trying to let time feed his new power. Finally, she stood up and looked at her husband.
"Okay," Fairy Tong said. "Come on, Kane."
Kane looked at the man's face, looked at his mouth. He looked at the gun, then at the man's boots. He stood up and staggered into the seat behind the controls. His movements on the control panel were slow and rough. He once looked at Fairchild Semiconductor when the jet was shooting into the misty air. "Can't fly like this. No balance, no coordination. Visibility sucks, I..."
The man moved the pistol to Cain's side.
Facing the dashboard firmly, trying to stop the weaving. He moved his hands and felt the boat rising. He tried to keep the ascent steady and gradual, but his hand shook. The boat tilted and swung toward the side of the clear space. Thick vine trees emerged from the fog, Kane forced the boat up, and the jet plane roared. The silver jet swings back and forth, climbs, slides, and falls. He cannot move the control correctly.
When the sound of the waterfall was in their ears, Kane turned the boat to the other side. They touched the top of the tree, and finally he lifted it high enough to cross the jungle and rocks.
Instinct gave Kane ambiguous directions, and he exaggerated his altitude to make sure he didn't make a mistake.
The lady said dreamily: "Some people say that gems are diamonds." "Some people say it's emeralds. Some say it's rubies. Charles, what are you talking about?"
Sitting quietly on the side seat. He still held his pistol and pointed the muzzle at Kane's side.
"Don't try anything, Kane," he said. "Before I give up, I will crush all of us to hell."
Kane spacecraft.
"Very romantic, isn't it?" the woman said from behind Guen. "The most valuable gem in the world, deep in the jungle of Venus, protected by a long long cat, and my sweet Charles will buy it for me. Bless you, Charles. You are an extraordinary husband . I hope these cats don't get you wrong."
Kane listened to these words, but his brain was too slow and too thick due to drug use to understand the clarity of her words. He only moved the controls and felt Fairchild's gun point at him. In this case, he knew that if he were to fool Fairchild Semiconductor, that person would tighten his nerves and pump the pistol into Kane's body without hesitation.
Hard fingers are numb. As long as he can find control, his response...
They were approaching the area where Cain thought the temple should exist. "Somewhere," he said, his tongue clumsy when he tried to speak. "somewhere."
The mist is like the soft tissue layer around the boat. Visibility is nothing more than the length of the wings. He stepped slowly down the boat. A golden Parker-shaped object appeared next to the right wing. Kane raised the boat.
He grinned, a sly grin suddenly. "Temple," he said stupidly. "I can't wake up anymore." He thought of the cleverness of what he had just said, and laughed in it, and noticed how his words came out with a strange detachment, as if he were drinking. He thought, drugs, but laughter came from him and echoed in the car.
Jianjian felt the gun leaning against him violently, and the steel bruised his ribs. His laughter was interrupted, as if a giggle was stuck in his mouth. "Can't help..." he started.
But Fairchild's face is very close to his face. "I will make you laugh, Kane," the man murmured angrily. "I will make you laugh at what happened. You think about it, eh? You think about it, you bleed..."
Vaguely, Kane knew that the pistol had been pulled away from his ribs, and was whipping his arm. He tried to move its way, but he caught it. The pain paralyzed him, and even the biting of his teeth caught his cry. The ship shook and slid down.
"You fool!" the woman yelled to her husband.
Kane felt himself slip from his seat, throbbing in pain. He grabbed himself and reached out with his good hand to control. But before seeing the tops of the vines and trees, he only balanced the boat halfway. He cut off the plane. Trees surround them and wrap them up. He listened to the sound of the wings, heard the sound of glass shards in the distance, and then heard nothing.
When he found his vision again, he was looking at the shape of his arm. It is particularly curved.
Whose crazy arm is that? he thinks.
Somehow, his brain wanted him to laugh, slapped the twisted arms, lying in front of his eyes. With laughter in his mouth, through his teeth, he raised his good hand.
"Oh, God," he suddenly awoke, feeling dizzying pain. He grabbed a broken metal shaft with a good hand, and the pain made tears into his eyes.
He thought, I think I will go to sleep now and die, vaguely wondering where his will and strength will go. Did they bleed? he thinks. Did they fall when the man beat him? Did the woman draw them out like a vampire last night?
Good night, he thought dimly, dropping his hand from the shaft. Validity period. He closed his eyes.
He knew that he was screaming, and somewhere he heard a man's voice say: "Gauze. Gauze." It was a harsh sound, like a metal wheel turning over gravel. He opened his eyes, and Fairchild Semiconductor wrapped gauze around his broken arm, sandwiching it from a part of the cabin panel.
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