Chapter 461: Chapter 434 What If I Don’t Give It to You?

Powerful fingers pressed and kneaded the abdominal cavity a few times, then a sharp scalpel drew a beautiful line from below the chest. The patient convulsed violently. At this moment, Xiao Lin understood the role of the strong man. He forcefully held the patient down on the bed. The opened belly caused blood to splatter onto the strong man. The convulsing of the body did not mean this person was still alive. Xiao Lin knew that the instant the sharp scalpel sliced down, this person was already dead. The twitching was merely the result of the body’s nerves causing rapid contraction and expansion from cooling.

The corpse stopped twitching. The strong man got up from the body. Sven suddenly stepped forward, stopped about one and a half steps away from the corpse, and the strong man pulled open the incision with force. An intense nausea churned in Xiao Lin’s stomach. Such a bloody scene was more brutal than any battle he had ever experienced.

Xiao Lin looked up to meet Sven’s face and eyes. He was indeed smiling, smiling at him. Even though he couldn’t see anything under the mask, he was indeed showing a provocative smile towards him.

The gap held open exposed the body’s internal organs without any gaps in front of Sven. The torn skin was as unsightly as bite marks.

"The stomach’s position is in the upper left part of the abdominal cavity, mostly in the left hypochondrium, and partly in the epigastrium. It connects above with the lower end of the esophagus and below with the bulb of the duodenum. The connection point with the esophagus is called the cardia, and the junction with the duodenum is called the pylorus. The stomach stretches across the upper abdomen from left to right under the left diaphragm. Am I right?" Sven, with his back to Xiao Lin, adeptly cut the connection points while gesturing for the strong man to hand over a container tray.

"Which size scalpel do you usually use?"

"I have my own scalpel," Xiao Lin replied. Removing an entire stomach takes some time. Ensuring the integrity of every connection point is essential to transplant the organ into the body in the shortest time. It doesn’t have as much rejection as kidneys do, so it lasts longer comparatively.

"It’s a man’s stomach. Transplanting it entirely won’t burden a female body?" The stomach was placed in a container, and Xiao Lin admired its still vibrant color with a sigh.

"The best time to extract a kidney is within half an hour before the body cools, then store it in a low-temperature freezer. You have nine minutes left to process." Sven avoided Xiao Lin’s question, and once again, that mocking smile slid under his glasses into the dustproof cover.

"Nine minutes, quite generous, indeed." Xiao Lin chuckled bitterly, walked to the corpse, and faced the beast-like traces. He couldn’t help but turn his head back to the dustproof cover. This man was definitely doing it on purpose. It didn’t look like surgical cut surfaces at all. How did he do it, with a saw? Those sections really looked gnawed.

"The contract is signed, and you..."

Consort Ling found Xiao Lin holding the contract and saw that he was already working on the body. His focused expression was like someone admiring a perfect piece of art. Muttering something under his breath, it was clear that he was intensely dissatisfied with the corpse.

"Prepare me a freezer," Xiao Lin demanded from the corpse without lifting his head. Only when each incision was corrected to a perfect cross-section, as if it were gnawed, did he smile. Being a perfectionist, any damage to a wound would make him obsessively repair it, regardless of its usefulness, he would strive to perfect it.

"There are three minutes left. I must see the freezer."

Consort Ling left Room Three reluctantly. The contract didn’t include providing cold boxes. Regarding the issue of dead bodies versus living ones, he had debated with JAZZ for a long time, finally settling on a neutral agreement signed at half the price.

"I need a freezer," Consort Ling bluntly told a drinking JAZZ. "As quickly as possible."

"I only provide people, not incidental support products." JAZZ wiped his beard, which was stained with drink.

"I believe you have what I need here." Consort Ling squinted; three minutes was a bit long to kill someone but quite short to find something.

"Well, belief doesn’t help," JAZZ liked to drink, but his tolerance seemed quite poor and he got drunk easily.

"How about this then?" A cold gun barrel was aimed at JAZZ’s forehead, making JAZZ glare with his slightly dazed eyes at the suddenly gun-wielding Consort Ling.

"How did you bring it in?" JAZZ was quite curious. "Even places like down there were checked, how did you still have a hiding place?"

Consort Ling smiled as he flicked off the safety. "Give me a freezer, and I’ll tell you the answer."

"What if I don’t give it to you?"

"Then it doesn’t matter; I’d just have an extra handy kidney source. If the one outside rejects, I can use yours."

"Oh, but if you kill me, you can’t escape either." JAZZ continued to argue. He wanted to escape but no matter how he dodged, the cold gun barrel stayed glued to his forehead. This person was much faster than him.

"You don’t have to worry about that. You won’t see the result once you’re dead!"

"Five hundred and fifty thousand each, pay up, and take it." Consort Ling shook his head and pulled the trigger.

A click sounded, and JAZZ shrieked in fright.

"This is a warning, don’t test this gun’s patience. The next one might just have a bullet!"

JAZZ knew Consort Ling wasn’t kidding. He grabbed the phone and dialed a number. "Prepare a freezer for Room Three."

Consort Ling put the gun away. Just as the three-minute mark hit, it should still be in time.

"You think you can just walk out because of what happened earlier?" JAZZ, now emboldened without the threat of a gun, stood up angrily from behind the desk.

"Of course I’ll walk out, but I suggest you don’t mess around. If you anger me, it’s one thing, but if you provoke that one outside, it’ll be a problem." Consort Ling started regretting his earlier impulse a bit, but this person wouldn’t have handed over the freezer easily otherwise. "You’ve received the money, and at the black market rate of three times the price, delivering a freezer, you still profit, but if you get on the bad side of the one outside, not even three times the price could cover it."

JAZZ slumped back into his seat, recognizing that this person wasn’t someone to mess with, and neither was the person with him. Starting a fight over one freezer really wasn’t necessary.

When the kidney, still warm, was placed in the steaming cold box, Sven walked out from the dustproof cover, with blood droplets still dripping from his gloves. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote with recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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