When the chief of the prison pattern took Tang Yulan out, he was followed by more than a dozen prison tattoo soldiers.

On the other side of the corridor, there were already six tattooers waiting early under the leadership of the tattoo chief.

The two men at the front were still carrying stretchers, and they were ordered that Tang Yulan was seriously injured and his life was in danger, and he needed to be carried from prison to Room No. 1 on a stretcher.

The Prison Commander approached and said, "I have brought the man, and I will leave it to you." ”

He ...... Was he able to stand up? The two prison soldiers carrying the stretcher recognized Tang Yulan, and were stunned when they saw him not caring and with a lazy expression.

The Prison Tattoo Commander turned his head, glanced at Tang Yulan with a very contemptuous and hostile look, and said, "This kid, I can beat him again at any time, with the permission of the Prison Envoy, of course. ”

Tang Yulan yawned, as if he didn't hear what he was saying. But he knew very well in his heart that now was not the time to make a move, and maybe he should show weakness, and wait until the real room to kidnap those unscrupulous scientists as a condition in exchange.

"Then take a trip to the prison tattoo chief and send him safely to room No. 1." The leader of the other party said. In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, he acts very carefully.

The Prison Tattoo Commander followed behind Tang Yulan, and the rest of the Tattoo Warriors were distributed around, and more than a dozen people almost completely blocked the corridor that was not spacious in the first place.

Naturally, the tattoo observer was at the back, his face was pale and in a trance, and he had not yet recovered from the shock he had just had.

Soon, the crowd came to a huge circular open space.

Tang Yulan noticed that the empty field was about six meters high from the roof above, and more than 20 cold lights were installed on it, illuminating the entire space very brightly.

Connected to eight corridors and four elevators, the empty field is supposed to be a transportation hub of the base, covering an area of more than 400 square meters, surrounded by solid stones, with holes in the middle of the stones, which may be equipped with infrared scanners or muzzles that can be used as strafing from the outside.

Each corridor is built exactly the same, and it is difficult for the average person to tell the difference.

The person leading the way in front of him was familiar with the road and brought Tang Yulan into an elevator on the left.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened, and the space inside was very spacious, which could fit thirty adult strong men, and it would not seem crowded.

Tang Yulan and the others stood in turn, without the slightest feeling of crowding.

Before the elevator started, Chief Tattoo suddenly took out something similar to chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth. Everyone, including the Prison Tattoos, stuffed something into their mouths.

A few tattoos nearby also deliberately avoided Tang Yulan.

Tang Yulan was alert and took a deep breath.

Wisps of green smoke erupted from the cracks in the metal sheet beneath his feet.

"Haven't you always been good?" With a grim smile, he pulled out a black button from his trouser pocket, small, but only as long as a thumb and two fingers thick.

"Then let you try the first appetizer first!" After speaking, the prison weaver pressed the black button on the button.

Tang Yulan felt pain coming from the handcuffs and glue, the hairs on his body stood up, and his muscles stiffened, but he did not fall to the ground. It turns out that these handcuffs have been modified to be like electric batons, which can instantly release no less than 100,000 volts of electricity.

Seeing that Tang Yulan had been hit by a blow, the prison tattoo chief had not even fallen down, so he rushed over and punched him in the lower abdomen.

Tang Yulan's back slammed into the elevator wall, his body curled up, and the white mist spreading from the soles of his feet covered his head.

The tattoo sergeant on one side clasped his hands and smashed on the back of Tang Yulan's head, knocking him to the ground, and the entire car trembled.

Tang Yulan's entire body fell into the white mist, and the mist rolled, wrapping his body layer by layer.

Everyone hurriedly covered their mouths and noses, and chewed on the contents of their mouths.

The white mist slowly dissipated. I saw Tang Yulan lying motionless on the ground, and there was also a tattoo recorder who fell motionless on the ground like him. Although some tattoos are taking drugs, they still can't help but stumble after inhaling the white mist.

Some of the tattoos held on to the elevator wall with their hands, and their expressions looked a little painful.

"Boy, I've already sued you, hell has a way to kill you!" The prison tattoo laughed proudly, and after speaking, he raised his foot and kicked Tang Yulan twice, and then pressed the upward button.

When the elevator door opened again, a staff member dressed in white brought an oxygen mask.

A few unaccustomed tattooers quickly grabbed their hands, put them on and inhaled a few breaths of oxygen before they felt much better.

The stretcher prepared for Tang Yulan in advance finally came in handy. Several tattooers put Tang Yulan on a stretcher, and the two tattoos carried him out of the elevator. The tattoo man who carried him felt very strange again, this guy from Tang Yulan seemed to be very thin, but it was very heavy in his hand, and it was not ordinarily heavy.

Soon, Tang Yulan was sent to Room No. 1.

The room is spacious, and the space is almost bigger than a football field.

In order to enter Room 1, you need to undergo a retinal scan, which is currently the world's most advanced identification technology, and you need to enter the correct password and fingerprint confirmation, but there is no other way to enter.

Of course, the instruments placed inside are also the most advanced in the world, and there are even many instruments that Hell has researched and manufactured by itself, which makes it more convenient for them to study tattoos in depth.

The prison tattoo soldier saw that the six world-class scientists had been prepared for a long time and were waiting for them. Among these people, the youngest are over 50 years old, and they have their own unique research and discoveries in their respective fields. They are all important figures.

Smack...... Let's go!

Following the footsteps, I saw an emaciated figure on the opposite side walking over unhurriedly, followed by four followers.

Although the owner of this figure was very thin, and looked even vulnerable, and it seemed a little difficult to walk, his eyes were bright and frightening.

When the prison commander and the others saw him, they quickly knelt on the ground.

"I've seen the Prison Envoy!" Everyone said in unison.

"Get up!" Zong Bai didn't look at them, beckoned casually, and walked directly to Tang Yulan. He grabbed his arm and tore the dark red bandage open.

"Huh?" Zong Bai frowned, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

"What's wrong?" A gray-bearded scientist in his sixties walked in and asked curiously.

"What a strong ability to recover!" Zong Bai said, gently clasping his hand over the blood scab.

The snow scab fell off, and the wound flowed bright red blood again, but only a drop of blood was shed.

Zong Bai gently pinched the wound with his two thin fingers and squeezed it hard, but there was still no blood coming out.

Zong Bai once again casually tore off the bandage on Tang Yulan's chest, his eyes fell on his chest, and he sighed: "The deputy prison envoy has really made a great achievement!" ”

The white-bearded scientist pressed his index finger on the soft flesh of Tang Yulan's waist, and immediately smacked his tongue and said, "This, his muscles are so stiff!" ”

Zong Bai grinned, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth were upturned and looked particularly terrifying. "It's not stiff," he said. Rather, it is because after the muscles are exercised to a certain level, the meticulousness of muscle fibers can reach more than four or five times that of ordinary people. With an arm strength like his, he should be able to lift something weighing four or five hundred pounds at ease. With the help of explosive power, I am afraid that one punch will weigh a thousand kilograms! ”

"This is the power of God!" The scientist exclaimed.

When the prison chief next to him heard this, he was secretly a little unconvinced in his heart, and his eyes rolled and he made up his mind that he must find an opportunity to clean up Tang Yulan in prison.

"The power of the gods?" Zong Bai sneered: "This is just the power of a master. If it is really the power of God, no one is worthy of such praise except for us Prison Emperor! ”

The white-bearded old man didn't speak, but he was a little disapproving.

Zong Bai thought of the Prison Emperor, his face was gloomy, and he sighed: "Old Qiu, this time I will trouble a few of you to find out the tattoos on his body." There must be no mistakes. Aren't you highly accomplished in the fields of biological research, science and technology, and pharmaceuticals? Then find out carefully what drugs were used when giving him a tattoo. Even after all this time, I think there will definitely be a lot of residue in the flesh and skin. Extract it and analyze it well! Your children and grandchildren will have a smooth sailing in their future careers! ”

"Thank you, sir." The white-bearded old man was overjoyed, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said, "As long as my family is prosperous, let alone tattoos, even if you ask me to pull out all his tendons and veins, I won't say a word." ”

"Hmm." Zong Bai ordered again: "This is a dangerous person, before studying tattoos, the safety measures must be done well, tie me strongly." ”

"Thank you for your attention! I will not use anesthetics unless necessary, in order to avoid the conflict of drugs" The white-bearded old man's eyes flashed with a hint of rigor and certification, and he went over to say hello to his companion, and then opened the thick metal door of the real room.

Zong Bai originally wanted to stay and observe the whole process from the sidelines, after all, he was also very curious about Tang Yulan's tattoo, but he immediately thought that doing so might distract the scientists, so he gave up this plan.

Led by six top scientists, Tang Yulan was carried into the real yàn room by the tattoos, and a few minutes later, the two tattoos came out of it.

The thick metal door slowly closes.

Zong Bai ordered the prison chief to leave, the prison in the cave was not an ordinary person, and it played a very important role in their experiment.

Then, he ordered a few tattooers to guard the door, and he ran to the central control room with his entourage.

Through the huge display screen in the central control room, he can clearly see the work in the real room, the high-level stereo surround sound can play the subtle sound of the real room in detail, and there is a closed professional microphone in front of him, which can transmit any command to the real room in the first time.