The pursuers stopped, the helicopter flew away, and such a noticeable change that the bushes were of course noticed. It's just that he has no other choice now, knowing that there may be traps in Area 51, he can only rush in, otherwise he will never have a chance to find Xiang Qing again.

After Cong Ye broke into Area 51 without hesitation, he immediately shone a strong beam of light from all directions. Running on the straight road of District 51 is like an actor standing on stage. No matter how fast he is, the beam always keeps up with him. This surprised Congye greatly. In just a few breaths, the foliage was already approaching the center of Area 51. Looking around, the leaves didn't find a place to hide.

At this moment, a dense burst of gunfire suddenly sounded behind him and on both sides. There was no way, in order to dodge the bullets, Congye had to move on. When Cong Ye felt the sound of gunfire in front of him, the gunfire on the left side of his body stopped abruptly. Instinctively, the leaf immediately turned to the left.

In this way, whenever a gunfire rings out on one side where there is no gunshot, the gunfire on one side of the original gunfire will definitely stop on one side, so that the leaves have a way to go. Although Cong Ye understood that this was the other party forcing him to move in the direction they had set, he couldn't use his flesh and blood to fight against the dense bullets, so he had to run down according to the other party's wishes for the time being.

After what seemed to be a big bend, the sound of gunfire on three sides forced the leaves to burrow into a hole in the gate. Sneaking through the door, hiding behind it, listening to the screeching sound of bullets hitting the walls behind the room, and watching the two heavy iron doors slowly close. Knowing that he had fallen into the trap of the other party, Cong Ye had no choice.

Until the two iron doors were completely closed, the gunfire outside the doors stopped instantly. At this time, Cong Ye glanced at the environment he was in, it was just a small room with an area of not more than ten square meters. It is said that it is a small room, but it is better to say that it is a closed iron box.

There was no light, there were no gaps visible to the naked eye, and since he didn't feel suffocated, Congye knew that there must be a breathable passage, but it was difficult to find.

Cong Ye just reached out and touched the four walls, raised his foot and stomped on the floor, and sat down. Since it was set up for himself by the other party, he must not have escaped lightly. At this time, it is useless to be in a hurry. What Cong Ye is most worried about now is that the other party will use the guò vent to cast gambling gas, or anesthetics and the like. Then I can only find a way to kill myself.

Cong Ye sat anxiously for an hour, not finding anything abnormal between breaths, and his heart gradually relaxed. Although I don't know what the other party's real intention is to trap himself in this iron box, since it is safe for the time being, there is no need to spend energy to guess, it is better to seize the time to cultivate the Void Exercises, maybe there will be a glimmer of life.

Just as Cong Ye was completely immersed in cultivating the Void Exercises, in a room thousands of kilometers underground in Area 51, three people were watching Cong Ye meditating with his eyes closed on the monitor.

"Professor Smith, are you sure it's the right thing to do?"

"Colonel, you don't think this young man can escape in a cage made of twenty centimeters of steel plates, do you?"

"There is no need for the two of you to argue,"

The eldest of the three, who looked to be in his sixties, dressed in civilian clothes, said gracefully into a microphone on the table:

"Immediately transport the cage to a nuclear bunker."

Then he turned to Professor Smith and Colonel Mike and said:

"Now the two of you are relieved, right? Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if this young man named Cong Ye can break through the cage, can he still break through the two-and-a-half-meter-thick anti-nuclear explosion bunker? ”

At this point, Colonel Mike nodded, apparently confident in the nuclear bunker.

"It's understandable that Professor Smith wants to test the limits of young people's survival in an environment without water and food, and the security on the ground is left to Colonel Mike."

"Don't worry, general, not to mention a person, even a mosquito can't escape from the net I arranged."

Next, the three of them looked at the bush leaves meditating with their eyes closed on the monitor, and talked about qigong.

"Professor Smith has studied the mysterious qigong of the Oriental people for many years, why don't you introduce it to us as well?"

"General, the Qigong of the Oriental people is indeed a magical thing. I once witnessed a man who drank only a small amount of water a day and survived for sixty-four days without food, which the Orientals call Bigu. This astonishing phenomenon has not yet been explained by science. ”

Colonel Mike, as if for the first time he had heard of such a thing, looked at Professor Smith with scrutinizing eyes, and then turned to look at Major General Joan, who was in his sixties. John, seeing that the other party nodded slightly to himself, only then did he ask:

"Professor Smith, what happened to that man?"

"Later, after sixty-four days, I ate only a few fruits for a day or two, and after four or five days, I started eating like a normal person. An examination of his body revealed that Yiqiē was no different from a normal person. ”

"The Ancient East, the Mystical Race."

Major General Joan. John couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"So, I'm curious how long this young man can last without water."

"Professor Smith, what do you want from young people next?"

"The anatomy of the body, the source of that incredible ability, including how it was cultivated to this point."

Hearing this, Major Mike pretended to be pious and quipped:

"Good luck, O God."

"Professor Smith, you're not just going to be staring at the monitor here for the rest of the day, are you?"

"Of course not, General, I have a lot of things to do. It just needs the cooperation of Colonel Mike's soldiers. ”

"Mike?"

"Don't worry, General, I will fully cooperate with Professor Smith."

"Thank you, Colonel, then please come with me, we must be prepared in advance to welcome this wonderful young man, and hopefully he will surprise us at the end."

Watching Professor Smith and Colonel Mike walk out of the room, Joan. John stared at the monitor for a moment. In fact, his curiosity about Congye was no worse than that of Professor Smith. Destroy the special forces training camp with one person, break through the police encirclement with one person, and shoot down a helicopter with just throwing a pistol. None of this is Jean Joan. John was most surprised, most surprised by the flicking fingers of the bush leaves, how silently pierced the human head. Also, the unimaginable running speed.

When Cong Ye rushed out of the police encirclement in the casino, the video data at that time was transmitted here for the first time. Through the processing of the scientific researchers, it is played out frame by frame in slow motion, so that everyone can understand the movements of the leaves. Through the analysis of the movement traces of the surrounding air when the leaves flicked their fingers in the video data, I understood a little bit that what had pierced the policeman's skull, it was air, and it was a beam of air that had been condensed to the extreme high-speed movement.

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