Chapter 279

At the center of the preparatory ceremony, the place with malicious boiling looks like an amusement park from the outside.

Under the dazzling neon lights, prostitutes and waiters walked through the bustling crowd. The surrounding customers laughed wantonly and touched them with big hands. More than half of the customers here don't look like good people. The other half may be normal on the surface, but what good things can they survive here?

Among Asians, Chen Ang's figure is symmetrical and strong, but here are European and American Ghost animals. Their muscles can make three Billy at the same time. Strange faces like Chen ang will inevitably attract some malicious provocations.

After all, people are the least valuable here, and the most valuable... Are also people.

"Asian man..." a black man stood up and gestured with his little finger, "is yours so big?" he made an insulting gesture with his finger.

Chen ang looked back in surprise. He understood why someone would provoke. This is the field of local gangs. There is no doubt that starting here will be regarded as a provocation to their authority. The fool in front of him is delineating the territory and marking his 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 in major research institutions. Whether it is used as an organ donor or experimental supplies, it is a lot of money for this fool.

"Let the steel cone pick up a cheap..." someone around whispered envy.

The black man had pushed aside the onlookers and stood behind Chen ang. The smell of smelly sweat immediately came to his face. Chen ang looked at a pile of white meat with mashed garlic in front of him. As the first time since Adam was born, he ordered a very authentic Chinese dish. Now he can't eat it.

Chen ang looked up and asked the black man very seriously, "do you want to die?"

He used Chinese, but everyone here could understand it. Someone turned pale immediately. Chen ang noticed that a waiter looked frightened and hurried away from the scene. Unfortunately, most people here didn't have such a brain. Someone in the crowd was laughing. The black man was stunned for a second and wanted to laugh: "FAK..."

Chen angshun picked up the chopsticks at hand and inserted them into his carotid artery.

"Hiss..." the voice sounded, and blood gushed from the small wound near the chopsticks, which sounded like the wind.

With chopsticks blocked, the speed of carotid blood loss is not fast, but the sound is really like the wind. The steel cone still has time to cover his neck. He opened and closed his mouth like a dehydrated catfish, slowly losing blood color on his face and holding his hands powerlessly. All this is not slow from the beginning to the beginning, and not many people can be psychologically prepared.

Almost the moment the black man spoke, chopsticks appeared on his neck.

The "Falk" that hasn't been spoken is just a mouth shape, but it has become a word that he can't finish in his life!

The black people stumbled down. Many people still looked at the bamboo chopsticks. This time, they found that the strange tableware that was not often used on the table can also become a terrible weapon.

Until Chen ang pulled out another chopstick, the surrounding people finally reacted. Some people got up and prepared to leave, others came together excitedly, and the scene became chaotic.

The local manager reacted very quickly. Almost at the moment when the black man died, he basically controlled the scene. A thug rushed at Chen ang very quickly, and the steel core rubber roller in his right hand pulled hard at Chen Ang's right face, but he didn't see clearly. Chen Ang's chopsticks were inserted under his ribs again, and this time directly pierced his heart through the gap in his ribs.

When I pulled out the chopsticks, the blood from my heart hissed

Then, until someone successfully pointed a gun at Chen Ang's head, a total of 15 people fell in the whole hall. Except for the black people at the beginning, the rest didn't even have time to react.

Watching Chen ang put down his chopsticks, all the people put their hearts down.

No one here ever thought that the pale yellow bamboo chopsticks would become such a terrible weapon.

"Shall we tie him up?" five or six guns were aimed at Chen Ang's key, and one of the gunmen whispered.

The leading gunman stared nervously at Chen ang, smelling the words and scolded: "are you crazy? He is an experimental body... Who knows what transformation he has undergone. Just keep him quiet. I don't want to die!"

So the next journey was harmonious. Chen ang followed them to the underground of the casino and walked through a series of heavily guarded checkpoints. Each time, someone whispered, "this is a newly discovered experimental body. I don't know which laboratory came out of... HMM! He made trouble in the field. The experimental bodies are like this. They are mentally unstable."

"Let him go to area a!" sneered a man whose face was half disfigured.

Someone stammered and explained: "we haven't made it clear that he belongs to that laboratory. His ability may be related to telepathy. If it is a precious test..."

"Let him go to area a!" the man repeated, "there is a new program today. We just need a batch of high-quality goods."

"The guests are tired of tearing up women and men. We need something more powerful. This time the boss wants to play a big game! A reformer is a good seasoning."

Chen ang felt the boiling malice and filth. With his words, it became higher and higher. A hidden, complex spiritual wave that mixed almost all emotions shrouded here, slowly changing everyone's mental state and corroding their minds.

"Is it a ceremony?" glanced at the people here, and 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 guide changed direction again and walked towards area A. Through an often circular corridor, Chen ang can already feel the boiling atmosphere and spiritual power separated by a wall, but he still maintains patience - at least wait for the prey to get in, and this time the prey is obviously very cunning.

The electromagnetic wave in the air has become very chaotic, but Chen ang can still extract some things. The fragmented picture is the monitoring here, and the above shows the monitoring and fighting pictures of some fighting fields.

There are half a tree of women, the fierce beating and swaying of white flowers on the screen, bloody men, seriously injured and half dead people are dragged down and thrown onto the truck with their bodies. Bloody, twisted and rotten things are produced on them to provide nutrients for the altar shrouded here.

Some pictures made Chen Ang's eyelids jump. Some clean children with clear eyes were locked in cages in fear. There were many such cages, all under both sides of the fighting platform. Several others were obviously picked out. They looked lovely and beautiful. Their cages were hung over the fighting field.

It caused sharp whistles and whistling from the stands on all sides. They were closest to the group of well-dressed, big bellied middle-aged and elderly dignitaries at the top of the stand. Some elderly women stuffed food through the gap of the cage like feeding monkeys.

Those old and wrinkled rich people look at these young, full and energetic bodies with jealous or eager eyes. Do they have a few extremely hot eyes and stare at the most immature children.

"I'm a little angry!" Chen ang said seriously.

This time no one understood what he was talking about. The gunmen carefully opened a heavy iron door. Two big men with fierce eyes took over Chen Ang's escort. They took Chen ang to the door of a room sealed with special alloy. Chen ang thought it was a prison, but he went in and found that it seemed to be a simple lounge.

And there's already someone inside.

The rest room is poorly arranged. Near the wall is the wardrobe, next to several taps, and then there is a heavy gate behind, which seems to be the channel to the fighting field. A person has been sitting on the chair on the other side of the wardrobe.

He was wearing a dark red leather tights, his hands under his chin and his head down. Chen Ang's voice didn't seem to disturb him at all.

In other words, it has alerted him, but he didn't show it.

Because he doesn't have to look up. He's blind.

He's a superhero!

Chen ang didn't expect to see the super brave man here. Although he was mixed in New York, now New York is a dead city. Spider man has left and can still see him. Chen ang was surprised.

"You smell of blood... But your hands are clean?" the super brave man opened his mouth. Chen ang thought he was a relatively silent person. I don't know how he judged that Chen Ang's hands were clean!

"I heard people outside say, you just killed 15 people with your hands? How did you do it?"

Chen ang looked back at the gate and determined that it was at least four feet thick. Although the conductivity of the metal was good, the thickness was too much. Then he looked at his hands. They were really clean. He couldn't see it at all. He just started to insert chopsticks into more than ten human bodies.

"To be exact, I use chopsticks. It's easy to keep clean... Just fast enough!" Chen ang answered him.

When you pull out the chopsticks fast enough, the blood from the artery won't stick to your hand.

With these words, the super brave man was silent. Chen ang had to withdraw his previous evaluation. He was indeed a very silent person.

Chen ang put his energy into the fighting field not far from them. There is no window to see the fighting field, but it doesn't matter to them. One of them has no eyes and the other doesn't need to observe with eyes. The same thing is that the sound of the fighting field is not fortified against them. Although there are heavy gates, both of them can clearly know what happened on the field.