Chapter 589

Hong Fan was like a ghost. He blurred his figure and disappeared into the air. It was estimated that he had some hidden skills, but Chen ang could see him flying up and down in the dark and simple passage, lying on the ceiling directly above, hiding the prison guard who was ambushed near the distant door like a big spider.

He turned over skillfully and fell behind them silently. He pulled out a high-voltage electric rod and knocked these people to the ground. With the electric shock intensity of the electric rod, although the electric shock could not kill people, they couldn't get up in two hours.

Seeing that the two veterans acted smoothly and with their strength, it didn't take long to win the prison, Chen ang focused on other things.

He vacated a cell, moved in a table guarded by the prison guard, ordered Qian Cunhou and Shaw to carry the body he killed to the table, took out a dagger and cut a Y-shaped display opening in the back of the body.

Not to mention the new reincarnators, the most slippery, cunning and even heinous prisoners held here. Zhao Yingqi bravely asked, "Dr. Chen, what are you doing?"

"Studying the physical structure of people in this world, what's different from our world!" Chen ang replied.

Zhao Yingqi asked in a trembling voice, "is there any difference?"

Chen ang shook his head: "it's no different! This is actually a good thing." he looked back at the disgusting newcomers and suddenly said, "if you are still like this, your chances of survival in this world will drop by at least 10 percentage points. If you want to live in the god space, you must get used to corpses and death sooner or later."

The newcomers are silent. They understand Chen Ang's consciousness in their heart, but they still hold the mentality of just in case. Now it's not a matter of life and death. Wait until then!

Only Li Ming summoned up his courage and said, "Dr. Chen, let me help you!"

With the first person to do the demonstration, Lin Gang, Xiao Bolang and even Zhao Yingqi joined in. Only Qian Cunhou stood firm and did not urge Chen ang. He cultivated these new people with an indifferent attitude. In his plan, they did have some use, but they are far from what they are now.

Now they are still far away. When he changes them, Chen angen doesn't care whether they hate him or love him, whether they are voluntary or forced.

Soon, good news came. Zhang Ziqiang and others have captured everyone in the prison and occupied the whole prison. Chen ang has not yet won an operating room. Although limited by the times, the medical room in this prison is very simple, it can also provide a large number of equipment and drugs. In addition, the medical kit provided by senior people is enough for Chen ang.

Hong Fan carried the warden to the operating table with a grim smile. He wondered, "now this fool has been caught by me. How should you control him?"

Chen ang showed a spherical object the size of a pigeon's egg and with simple packaging. He motioned: "this is a remote-control bomb composed of a small rubber bomb and an electronic detonating device. The chips and circuits in it were all removed from the electronic watch and communication device you gave me."

"The warden is a key figure, so I prepared the best for him. The high-tech chip from the communicator you gave me is only the size of a layer of wave film, and the signal is strong. It can be detonated with the communicator 300 miles away. As long as you use the communicator to input 666 digital signal to my communicator, his head will bang and explode into meat sauce."

"Other prison doctors! Priests! Just use the chip of an ordinary electronic watch. We can chain stimulate it to detonate through the warden's chip. Although it can only be effective within 50 meters, I can also add a timer to set when the bomb will detonate and ask us to readjust the time every time."

Chen ang took a similar, rough ball bomb and handed it to them.

Zhang Ziqiang looked serious. Although the power of that plastic bomb was very small, it exploded in the spinal nerves of the human body. Even the power of firecrackers was enough to kill seven or eight strong men. Zhang Ziqiang soon realized the role of the remote-controlled bomb. He asked, "how many bombs can you make?"

"That depends on how many chips you have. In modern society, how many chips you want and how many I have. You can get the most important electronic remote control device by online shopping chips and even dismantling mobile phones. But now it's the 20th century. Mobile phone chips are science fiction items here. Even I can't hit a chip with a hammer for you, can I?"

Chen ang looks very honest, but he can actually hit a chip with a hammer, but can he say?

"We only have 14 communicators and only about this number of electronic watches, so it's not enough to control so many people." Hong Fan was embarrassed and complained, "Damn it! I can buy a box of chips in the main god space. Why didn't I meet people like you earlier?"

Chen ang said calmly, "these are enough! You don't want to control those little pawns like this?" he looked at the embarrassed look of the two senior people and said in surprise: "do you really have this idea?"

"In fact, it's OK to have the people we control in the key position. As long as one of the ten prison guards obeys us, with corresponding management means, it's enough to firmly control the whole prison guard team. Control is a science, involving psychology and behavior. It's not so difficult for one person to obey, and it's easier to obtain the power of the team. If I'm given enough time, I don't have to explode The bomb can also brainwash them for you! "

Zhang Ziqiang said with a smile: "but we want more. The governor of Cairo, the captain of the gendarmerie, British officers and power figures in the city. We want to control more power and create a greater 'potential'."

"Heroes think alike!" Chen ang said, "this is my next plan. Time is very precious. In our planned time, we will control the rights, officials and warlords of Cairo and even the whole Egypt to the greatest extent, so I have prepared other things." Chen ang took out another small ball.

He indicated: "this is a cheap device, simple and easy to manufacture. It is only composed of a one-way permeable membrane and several nerve stimulating drugs. It can slowly release the drug components for human nerves. Specifically, it will cause neurological headache for a fixed time every day. If you don't take out this medicine ball after a month, the person will be dead!"

"The medicine you prepared and the medicine of this era are enough to make such things in large quantities. It's just that it's troublesome for me to put them into the nerve group."

Chen ang nodded and said, "these are the things that let us control non key people. As for remote-controlled bombs, they are the treatment of key people. Fourteen remote-controlled bombs don't need so much in my plan. Communication is also very important to us, so we can make five or six. We can use this instead."

Hong Fan took the medicine ball and exclaimed, "you are a criminal genius, a crazy scientist... But do you have time to do so many operations?"

Chen ang scoffed: "you don't think I have to have an operation for each of the prison guards and British soldiers of the gendarmerie?" he explained: "it's for officers, officials, influential businessmen, and even local big people. Ordinary soldiers and prison guards. I have anti fatigue drugs for them."

"I found opioids and longevity cream in the prison doctor's medicine, you know! The quantity is not small, and it is very fresh, indicating that there is such a thing in the local area. It happens that I also have some chemistry to ask the newcomers to help the factory prepare opioid extract, commonly known as No. 4 conch, and then send it to the local army and armed forces as anti fatigue medicine."

"Warlords in Africa do this. Give me a month. I can let them listen to you like a dog. Now with the cooperation of middle-level officers, they can achieve the same effect in a week, which is enough to control."

"I go... Are you a scientist or a drug lord?" hung fan was shocked and unable to make complaints about it.

Hong Fan looked at Chen ang with a calm expression and a indifferent face. He exclaimed, "it's a pity to be a scientist because of your qualification. It's more promising to be a terrorist or a warlord."