Fantasy World Transmigration: 114th Super Heroes
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At the very center of this preparatory ceremony, the maliciously boiling place looks like a casino from the outside.
Under the dazzling neon lights, prostitutes and waitresses walked among the bustling crowd, and the surrounding customers laughed wildly and touched them with heavy hands. More than half of the customers here don't look like good people, and the other half may seem normal, but what can be a good thing to survive here?
The body of Chen Ang is considered to be well-proportioned and strong among Asians, but here are European and American ghosts, and the muscles on the body can engage in three billies at the same time. The strange face like Chen Ang will inevitably attract some bad intentions Provocateur.
After all, the least valuable people here are people, and the most valuable people are also people.
"Asian man ..." A black man stood up and gestured with his little finger: "Is your size so big?" He made an insulting gesture with his finger.
Chen Ang looked back in amazement. He understood why someone would provoke. This is the place of local gangs. Doing it here will undoubtedly be regarded as a provocation to their authority. The idiot in front of him is delimiting the site. Mark your prey like a dog peeing.
If Chen Ang quarrels with them, the managers here will drive them out.
In New York, a healthy adult male is worth a lot of money at major research institutions. Whether it is used as an organ donor or experimental supplies, it is a lot of money for this idiot.
"Let the steel cone pick a cheap ..." Someone around whispered enviously.
The black man has squeezed away the onlookers and stood behind the Chen Ang, the smell of sweat permeating immediately. Chen Ang sadly looked at the pile of garlic white meat in front of him. As Adam was born, he ordered a very authentic Chinese dish for the first time, and now he can no longer eat it.
Chen Ang looked up very seriously and asked the black man: "Do you want to die?"
He uses Chinese, but everyone here can understand it, and soon someone changed his color. Chen Ang noticed that a waiter's expression was frightened and left the scene in a hurry. Unfortunately, most people here don't have such a brain, crowd Some of them laughed, and the black man froze for a second and wanted to laugh: "Fak ..."
Chen Ang took the chopsticks on hand and inserted them into his carotid artery.
"Oh ..." The sound rang, and blood spewed out from the small wound near the chopsticks, which sounded like wind.
Chopsticks are clogged, and the blood loss of the carotid artery is not fast, but the sound is really like the wind. The steel cone still has time to cover his neck. He opens and closes his mouth like a dehydrated catfish, and his face is slow. Slowly losing his blood, holding his hands weakly, it is not slow from the beginning to the occurrence, and not many people can be mentally prepared.
Almost the next time the black man spoke, chopsticks appeared on his neck.
The 'Fak' that hasn't been exported yet is just a mouth shape, but it has become something he hasn't had time to say in his life!
The black people stumbled down, and many people looked at the bamboo and wooden chopsticks. Only this time they discovered that the weird tableware that was not used by people on the table can also become a terrible weapon.
Until Chen Ang pulled out another chopstick, the talents around finally responded. Some people got up and prepared to leave, and some people came over excitedly, and the scene was confused.
The local managers responded very quickly. Almost at the moment when the blacks died, they basically took control of the scene. A thug rushed towards Chen Ang very quickly, and the steel-core rubber roller in his right hand was pulled hard to the right of Chen Ang. His face, but he had n’t seen it clearly, Chen Ang ’s chopsticks were inserted under his ribs again, this time piercing his heart directly from the rib gap.
When you pull out the chopsticks, the blood from the heart spouts with a snorting ...
Next, until someone successfully pointed a gun at Chen Ang's head, a total of fifteen people fell in the entire hall. Except for the black people at the beginning, the rest had no time to react.
Watching Chen Ang put down the chopsticks, all talents put their hearts down.
No one here ever thought that the light yellow bamboo chopsticks would become such a terrible weapon.
"Shall we tie him up?" Five or six guns aimed at Chen Ang, one of the gunmen whispered.
The lead gunman stared nervously at Chen Ang and heard the words: "Are you crazy? He is an experimental subject ... The ghost knows what he has done to keep him quiet, I do n’t want to die yet ! "
Then the next journey was in harmony. Chen Ang followed them to the underground of this casino and walked through a series of heavily guarded barriers. Every time someone whispered, "This is a newly discovered experimental body I knew it was from that laboratory ... well! He was in trouble on the scene, the experiment was like this, and he was mentally unstable. "
"Let him go to Area A!" a man with a half-faced face sneered.
Someone stuttered and explained: "We haven't figured out which laboratory he belongs to, his ability may be related to telepathy, if it is a more precious test ..."
"Let him go to Area A!" the man repeated: "There is a new program today, which just needs a batch of better quality goods."
"Guests are tired of torn women and men. We need something more powerful. This time the boss wants to play a big one! A transforming person is a good preparation."
Chen Ang felt boiling maliciousness and filth. With his words, it grew higher and higher. A hidden, complex, and almost all emotions mixed with emotions enveloped here, slowly changing everyone ’s mental state, corroding Holding their minds.
"Is it originally a ritual?" A glance at the people here, Chen Ang's eyes were indifferent: "Then these are sacrifices? The means of apocalypse is really ... efficient garbage circulation!"
Next, you can find that the person who led the road changed direction again and walked towards the area A. After a frequent circular corridor, Chen Ang can already feel the boiling atmosphere and spiritual strength from a wall, but he still maintains patience-at least to wait for the prey to get in, and this time the prey is obviously unusually cunning.
The electromagnetic fluctuations in the air have become very chaotic, but Chen Ang can still extract some things. The fragmented picture is the monitoring here. The above are all some fighting field monitoring and fighting pictures.
There are half of the women on the screen, the fierce beating and swaying of the white flowers on the screen, the **** men fighting, the serious injuries, the half dead people are dragged down and thrown with the corpses on the truck, bloody, twisted, rotten Things are generated in them, providing nutrients for the altars shrouded here and in the dark.
There are still some pictures that make Chen Ang's eyelids jump. Some clean, clear-eyed children are locked in a cage in panic. There are many such cages, both under the sides of the fighting platform, and A few were apparently particularly singled out, with lovely and beautiful appearance, and their cages were hung over the fighting field.
A sharp whistle and howling on the four sides of the stands, they are well-dressed from the top of the stands, and the middle-aged and elderly high-pitched punks are recent. go with.
The aging, wrinkled rich people look at these youthful, full, energetic bodies with jealous or eager eyes, a few unusually hot eyes, staring at the youngest ones child.
"I'm a little bit angry!" Chen Ang said solemnly.
No one understands what he is talking about this time. The gunmen carefully opened a heavy iron door. Two big-eyed big men took over the **** work of Chen Ang. They took Chen Ang to a certain place. At the door of the room sealed with special alloy, Chen Ang thought it was a prison, but he went in and found out that it seemed to be a shabby lounge.
And there are already people in it.
The lounge is very rudimentary, with the closet next to the wall is a wardrobe, a few taps next to it, and a heavy gate behind it, which seems to be the passage to the fighting field. A person.
He wore a deep red leather tights, his hands under his chin, his head lowered, and the sound of Chen Ang coming in did not seem to alarm him.
Or, it has alarmed him, but he did not show it.
Because he does n’t have to look up, he is blind.
He is a superhero!
Chen Ang didn't expect to see Daredevil here. Although he was in the impression that he was in New York, but now New York is already a dead city, Spider-Man has left, and he can still see him. Chen Ang was surprised.
"You have a **** smell ... but your hands are clean?" Daredevil actually spoke, and Chen Ang thought he was a relatively silent person. I don't know how he judged that Chen Ang's hands are clean!
"I heard people outside saying that you just killed fifteen people with your hands? How did you do it?"
Chen Ang glanced back at the gate to make sure it was at least four feet thick. Although the metal had good conductivity, it was too thick. Then he looked at his hand again. It was indeed very clean. I can't see that I just put the chopsticks into a dozen people.
"Exactly I use chopsticks, it's easy to keep clean ... fast enough!" Chen Ang answered him.
When you pull out the chopsticks, it is fast enough that the blood from the arteries will not stick to your hands.
After saying this, Daredevil went silent. Chen Ang had to take back his previous evaluation. He really was a very silent person.
Chen Ang puts his energy on the fighting field not far from them. There is no window to see the fighting field here, but it does not matter for the two. They have no eyes and one does not need to observe with eyes. The point is that the sound of the fighting field is not fortifying them. Although there is a heavy barrier, both of them can clearly know what is happening on the field.
(To be continued.)