Chương 1812: Subjugating Weibull (8)

Nara held the chip tightly and walked towards Bajin step by step, fearing that he would accidentally drop the chip.

Finally, he came behind Bakin and carefully inserted the chip into the back of her neck.

Ba Jin stared at the tiny chip in front of him with wide eyes, a strong fear rising in his heart.

She could guess without thinking that this chip was definitely a tool to control her.

If she really allowed this chip to be inserted into her body, she would completely lose her freedom and become a puppet in the hands of others, at their mercy.

"My dear nephew, this... isn't this too much?"

Barkin's voice trembled noticeably as she tried to use her relationship with Napoleon to persuade him to give up this terrible idea.

"Your grandfather and I have known each other for decades. How could you treat me like this?"

Napoleon just smiled slightly, and that smile seemed extremely strange in Bakin's eyes, as if it was a demon from hell.

"This way, you can feel at ease, and I can feel at ease too, right?"

His tone was calm, but the threat contained in it was chilling.

"You shouldn't refuse, right?"

Ba Jin's face turned pale. She felt as if her throat was tightly gripped by an invisible hand and she couldn't utter a word.

Her mind raced through the possible consequences, each one terrifying.

"No... it won't..."

Ba Jin's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. She was completely overwhelmed by fear.

"You... whatever you want..."

Before she could finish her words, a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of her neck.

Ba Jin's body trembled violently, and she immediately realized what that thing was - an explosive chip!

" This is something more powerful than a slave collar, " Napoleon's voice sounded in her ears, with a hint of pride.

"It can be perfectly hidden in your flesh and flow with your blood.

You can't even detect its existence until the moment it explodes..."

Bakin's heart was filled with despair, she knew she had no way to escape.

This exploding chip is like a time bomb that could take her life at any time.

"Put her down!"

Napoleon said.

Nara immediately stepped forward and quickly untied the chains tied to Bakin.

The moment the chains were untied, Bakin fell heavily to the ground with a "bang" like a puppet without support.

She ignored the pain in her body and hurriedly reached out to touch the back of her neck, where a vital chip should have been.

Her hand only touched a wet bloodstain, but not the chip.

Bakin's face turned pale in an instant, and she stared at Napoleon with wide eyes in disbelief.

At this moment, Napoleon took out a small controller from his arms in front of her, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a chilling smile.

Before Bakin could react, Napoleon pressed a button on the controller without hesitation.

In an instant, Bajin, who was originally normal, suddenly felt an unbearable itch coming from all parts of her body.

"It's itchy, what's going on? Why is my body itchy?"

Ba Jin screamed in terror, her voice echoing in the air with despair and fear.

She scratched her body like crazy, trying to relieve the terrible itch, but it was in vain.

As time went by, Ba Jin felt the itchiness on her body becoming more and more intense, as if countless ants were crawling under her skin, gnawing at her flesh.

This feeling almost drove her crazy. Her breathing became rapid and her heartbeat became faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

Just when Bakin thought she was about to be tickled to death, Napoleon suddenly pressed another button on the controller.

In an instant, the horrible itching sensation receded like the tide, and Bakin's body returned to calm.

Ba Jin seemed to have lost all his strength. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Her forehead, nose and cheeks were covered with beads of sweat, and her clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to her body.

Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion as she stared at Napoleon as if he were a demon from hell.

If Napoleon had not stopped, Bakin's body would probably have been scratched and bleeding by her own nails.

Her skin would be scratched, revealing the flesh underneath, and she would be unable to stop this madness.

"Remember, you can't leave this remote control more than a thousand meters away," Napoleon's voice echoed in Bakin's ears like a curse from hell.

"Once you leave this area, your body will itch unbearably, as if being bitten by millions of ants. You won't be able to stop scratching yourself, scratching and scratching until your skin breaks, your flesh rots, and you scratch yourself to death!"

Napoleon had a devilish smile on his face, a smile that made people shudder.

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of controlling other people's life and death, and Ba Jin became a plaything in his hands.

"Also, don't even think about running away or resisting," Napoleon continued.

"I just need to press this yellow button, and no matter where you hide, the chip in your body will explode immediately. I guarantee that the power of this explosion will be enough to blow you to pieces, leaving not even a trace of residue!"

Bakin stared at the remote control in Napoleon's hand with wide eyes, her heart filled with fear and despair.

She knew that she had fallen completely into Napoleon's control and there was no possibility of escape.

"Also, don't even think about removing the chip from your body," Napoleon's tone grew colder.

"Once this chip came into contact with your blood, it turned into powder and merged into your bloodstream. In other words, unless you replace all the blood in your body, you will not be able to release the control of this chip!"

After hearing what Napoleon said, Bakin felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar and her body began to tremble involuntarily.

She knew that she had no way out and could only let Napoleon control her.

Then, her eyes became extremely fierce, as if she wanted to eat Napoleon alive, staring at him intently.

"When it comes to ruthlessness, your Rockefeller family is the most ruthless! Your grandfather was so cruel back then, and now you, his grandson, are even better than him!"

Bakin's voice revealed deep despair and helplessness.

She had originally held onto a glimmer of hope that she could escape her current predicament by playing along with Napoleon and the Rockefeller family.