"I have already thought very clearly, please let me be the breaker..."

After thinking about it overnight, Zhao Jueming submitted his strategy for breaking the game to the headquarters.

The Alienator organization wants to instigate Zhao Xiaohui through inducements.

This is a plan of the Star Beast Civilization. The purpose is to obtain a "base scalpel". If nothing is done, things will continue to develop, and sooner or later something will happen.

Therefore, Zhao Jueming made a very decisive decision.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Zhao Anya was slightly surprised when he heard his proposal.

"I have considered it very clearly. This is my method of breaking the game and the only thing I can do." Zhao Jueming nodded solemnly.

When he said this, he felt that his left chest was tight, and he was covering it with his hand, with a slight pain on his face.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Anya saw that his face was a little wrong.

"It's okay, the old thing is sick. Keep talking about business." Zhao Jueming waved his hand.

"The headquarters has approved your application and agreed to your method of breaking the game." Zhao Anya showed him the approved comments.

"Since the headquarters has agreed, let's start as soon as possible." Zhao Jueming pressed his left chest hand harder.

"All right. The headquarters has already contacted the Affiliated Hospital of the Military Academy of Sciences, let's go now." Zhao Anya got up and beckoned someone to help him into the car.

Zhao Jueming raised his hand, enduring angina and said, "I have one more request."

"You said." Zhao Anya asked.

"If my method is successful, give Xiaohui more room." Zhao Jueming said.

...

in the afternoon.

Zhao Xiaohui rushed to the door of the operating room of the Affiliated Hospital of the Military Academy of Sciences, looking nervous: "What's wrong with my dad? What's wrong with my dad?"

Zhao Anya stopped her and replied in a serious tone: "You are undergoing an operation. You'd better be quiet. If it affects the operation, it's hard to say what will happen."

Zhao Xiaohui looked anxious, but she didn't dare to do anything extraordinary, so she sat on the bench, rubbing her fingers with her hands, very nervous.

"What's wrong with my dad? Why did he suddenly undergo surgery?" Zhao Xiaohui's voice trembled slightly.

"What's wrong with your dad, you should know." Zhao Anya did not answer.

"But it was fine yesterday." Zhao Xiaohui said with a frown.

"In fact, you know the reason, why ask me." Zhao Anya did not directly answer her doubts.

In fact, Zhao Xiaohui could indeed guess the general reason, but she didn't want to admit it without hearing the answer from others.

"What kind of surgery did my dad do?" Zhao Xiaohui asked again.

"Heart stent." Zhao Anya replied.

Six hours later, the operation was over.

It took another twelve hours before Zhao Jueming slowly woke up from the effect of anesthesia.

Zhao Xiaohui was lying on the side of the bed, already asleep.

Soldiers from the Awakened troops guarded the ward.

After Zhao Jueming woke up, he saw his daughter lying on the bed, stroked the soft hair of her forehead, his face was full of love and distress.

Zhao Xiaohui woke up and saw that her father was already awake. She quickly stood up and ran out of the ward and shouted: "My dad is awake. My dad is awake. Where is the doctor? Call the doctor."

The doctor did not come, it was Zhao Anya.

"How do you feel?" Zhao Anya stood in front of the hospital bed, observing Zhao Jueming's complexion.

Zhao Jueming had just had a major operation, and now he is very weak. He only has the strength to speak, and his voice is full of breath: "I'm fine."

Zhao Anya looked at the file in her hand and said actively: "Did you say it? Or did I say it?"

"Let me talk about it. Xiaohui, sit down." Zhao Jueming's tone suddenly became serious.

Zhao Xiaohui frowned and sat down on the chair in front of the hospital bed. It was obvious that something was going to happen, but she did not dare to talk nonsense.

She is very guilty now, she dare not irritate her father anymore.

Zhao Jueming said slowly: "Xiaohui, I just had an operation, a heart stent."

"Well, I know. I will get better in the future." Zhao Xiaohui nodded quickly.

"You know this, but there is one thing you don't know. In addition to putting it in the stent, there is another thing in my heart." Zhao Jueming turned around and suddenly said another key.

"Another thing?" Zhao Xiaohui frowned, and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Yes, another thing." Zhao Jueming's tone was very solemn.

"What is it?" Zhao Xiaohui asked quickly.

"A miniature bomb." Zhao Jueming's voice suddenly became cold and severe. Even though his voice was very weak, it still revealed a sense of determination.

Zhao Xiaohui's eyes widened, and she jumped from her chair in shock.

She was stunned for three seconds, then looked back at Zhao Anya, and said angrily: "You..."

Zhao Anya held the document in front of her and shook it, and said, "This is an application made by your father himself. It's useless to stare at me."

Zhao Xiaohui's eyes were a little moist, and when she looked at her father, her voice was a little dumb: "Why?"

Zhao Jueming said decisively: "I have already thought about it very clearly. I don't want to see my daughter stand on the opposite side of mankind one day.

"If there is such a day, I hope I can die before that, at least Xiaohui in my memory is still beautiful.

"I made the application. When doing the heart stent, I put a mini bomb.

"There is only one trigger point for the detonation, and that is your betrayal.

"As long as this is the case, I will never see your betrayal. If you still insist on what you think, then I can also close my eyes."

When he said this, he slowly closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled.

Zhao Xiaohui clenched her fists, struggling very much inside.

Her heart was both regretful, angry, guilty, and angry.

She didn't dare to break out. The quarrel yesterday was not too intense, and it was all irritating to her father's illness. She has just finished the operation. If she quarrels again, she doesn't dare to continue thinking about it.

She turned her head back, looked at Zhao Anya, held back the tears in her eyes and asked, "Can you take it out? Can you take it out?"

"I applied for the bomb to be put in, and I would not agree to take it out. As long as you are well, this bomb will never work." Zhao Jueming immediately refused.

Zhao Xiaohui sat back in the chair, covered her face with her hands, and cried.

Zhao Jueming wanted to reach out to touch his daughter, but he didn't have the strength to lift his hand and then fell back.

"Don't cry, Dad is fine now, as long as you are fine, you will get better in the future." Zhao Jueming said with relief.

Instead of stopping crying, Zhao Xiaohui cried more loudly. She lay down on the hospital bed and sobbed: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry..."

"It's okay... It's okay..." Zhao Jueming raised his hand with all his strength and gently stroked the top of his daughter's head, showing a little gentleness on his face.