Chapter 695: special

Singh, the owner of the house, seemed to be absent. More and more soldiers came over. They started to disperse some people and even gave some people living next door money to leave here temporarily.
The official leaned over and looked at X with a smile.
"Dr. X, need more manpower?"
X nodded.
"This matter is up to you."
The officer immediately smiled and motioned the soldiers to stand farther away. Singh didn't know where he went. People nearby said he went to line up to collect the water and came back after a while. X walked directly into Singer's house and sat on a chair. Planning to wait for him to return.
All of Singh's property has been frozen and seized, and as a wanted man, he can only hide. Indeed, choosing to come to this place is very deceptive.
As for Singh's family, there are no more people left. Because of Singh's exposure, the guys who had worked with him in the past started to take action, intending to erase any evidence that could threaten them without leaving anything.
As long as Singh is discovered, there is only one dead end, and many people don't want him to survive.
The drug Singer invented is different from some drugs that can damage the brain. The peculiarity of this drug is that it does not affect the normal life of others, but it can take away the memory of the other party, and even forget it.
The news that X received many years ago was that Singh no longer knew where he died, but X still found a more professional company to investigate. After receiving the news a month ago, Singh was lurking in this slum.
This is indeed a very good hiding place, no one will actively go to the garbage pit to find things.
X looked at some news on the computer screen with a smile. Now many countries are in disagreement over the location of this academy, and many countries want this academy to settle in their own countries.
There was a commotion outside at this time. A man with unkempt, tangled hair and a foul-smelling body was brought over by a few soldiers. He was only wearing a shabby thin sweater with a thick beard on his face, dark skin and cloth. It was full of dirt, and only wore a pair of worn sneakers on his feet.
"Mr. Singer!"
X stood up, the man immediately shook his head in panic and trembling in fear. The soldiers directly pushed him into the room and ordered him to sit down. After X let them go out, he carefully looked at the desperate man.
Although Singh is a scholar, he is not even a third-rate in chemistry. This kind of thing was made by him inadvertently.
Things in the world are so ridiculous, and there are countless people in history who promote the progress of science and technology.
But from X's point of view, the little people behind ordinary people's ridicule have talents, but this talent can't be maximized in an incorrect environment and in an incorrect direction.
Science urgently needs imagination. Those who are rigid are often only able to become scholars, not scientists.
"My name is not Singh, my name is Mahavi, sir..."
Singh shivered uncontrollably, curled up in the corner, looking unusually uneasy, sweat had already seeped out of his dirty skin.
"It doesn't matter what you call it, JDH764UC, I need your help and talents. Don't worry, I am not doing anything vicious, just for the future of mankind."
X looked at Singer's trembling hand and said with a smile.
"Would you like some wine? Mr. Singh."
Singh swallowed a mouthful, and immediately the soldier brought in a bottle of wine. Singer looked at the wine, but he unscrewed the lid, drank it mentally, his trembling hands stopped, and his spirit improved.
"Either be taken by them or follow me, Mr. Singer, you have only two options."
Singh looked at X in horror and kept shaking his head, while X kept smiling.
A little threat is necessary. No one knows that Singh is here. After all, in order to investigate his life and death, X found a formal company and cost hundreds of millions of dollars.
"Consider Mr. Singh carefully. I am waiting for your reply. People outside don’t know who you are, but if you don’t want to follow me, I’ll tell them. Just take you back for a simple DNA test. , You can be sure of your identity."
Singh lowered his head and remained silent, completely different from the panic and timid he was just thinking about.
"Can you give me a way out? Sir."
Singh looked at X imploringly, and X shook his head.
"It's a pity that Mr. Singh, I appreciate your talents. I will not spare money or praise for the talented. You now have only the right to choose, not the right to refuse."
Singh lowered his head, looking very painful, and took several sips of wine.
"After you go back, we will arrange special personnel to let Mr. Singer get rid of alcohol addiction. After all, it will damage your brain."
"Someone came over outside, it seems to know."
A voice came from X's Nano headset, and he smiled calmly.
"Well, Mr. Singer, it will be too late if you don't leave."
Singh nodded while hesitating. He stood up, followed X and left the house. Soon, under the of the soldiers, he came to the square and got directly into the car. At this time, some national security agencies came outside. People, they immediately ordered to stop for inspection.
The officer with the soldier immediately asked the soldier to hold them down without saying anything. A quarrel was inevitable, but the officer insisted that they come up with an effective order and the order of his immediate superior.
The car started slowly, Singh curled up by the door and looked at the outside in horror. At this time, the smile on X's face looked a little stiff.
"The thing I hate most in my life is the who doesn't follow the agreement. I don't want to hear any more about that company in the future."
As soon as X's voice fell, Singh looked at him in a daze, and X closed his eyes.
Only the investigative company who knew Singh’s whereabouts came by from the national security department, indicating that the investigative information had been sold out. After all, this is a common occurrence, but fortunately, people have been found. It's just a second amount of money. If something goes wrong, no one will have any evidence. It was they who sold the information.
The so-called client-first and absolute confidentiality contract is just a piece of waste paper.
"Sir, I hand over the things, can you let me go?"
Singh looked at X in pain, and X shook his head.
"You have to participate in our next research, brain control research, and you can only spend your entire life on this research. If you want to survive, this is your only way at the moment."
Singh looked at X in amazement.
"If you take a good part in the research, you will naturally live a long life!"