At the very center of this preparatory ceremony, the place where malice boiled over looked like a casino from the outside. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the glare of neon lights, prostitutes and waiters weave through the bustling crowd, customers laughing uncontrollably and rubbing oil on their bodies with their big hands. More than half of the customers here don't look like good people, and the other half may be normal on the surface, but what good things can survive here?

Chen Ang's figure can be regarded as well-proportioned and strong among Asians, but here are European and American ghost animals, and the muscles on his body can make three billies at the same time, and an unfamiliar face like Chen Ang will inevitably attract some ill-intentioned provocateurs.

After all, the least valuable people here are people, the most valuable ...... It's also people.

"Asian man......" a black man stood up and gestured with his little finger, "Is yours that big?" He made an insulting gesture with his fingers.

Chen Ang looked back with some surprise, he understood why someone was provoking, this was the field of the local gangs, and doing it here would undoubtedly be seen as a provocation to their authority, and the idiot in front of him was enclosing the territory, like a dog peeing, marking his prey.

If Chen Ang quarrels with them, then the managers here will kick them all out.

In New York, a healthy adult male is worth a lot of money at major research institutes, whether it's as an organ donor or a lab supply, it's a lot of money for this idiot.

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

The black man had already squeezed past the onlookers and stood behind Chen Ang, and the smell of sweat immediately wafted in front of him. Chen Ang looked at the stack of garlic white meat in front of him with pity, as Adam was born, he ordered a plate of very authentic Chinese food for the first time, and now he can't eat it.

Chen Ang raised his head and asked the black man very seriously: "Do you want to die?" ”

He used Chinese, but everyone here could understand it, and immediately someone changed color, Chen Ang noticed that a waiter had a frightened expression and hurriedly left the scene, but unfortunately most people here did not have such brains, there were people in the crowd who were sneering, and the black man was stunned for a second and wanted to laugh: "Falk ......"

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

The sound of "sneering ......" sounded, and blood spurted out from the tiny wound near the chopsticks, sounding like the sound of the wind.

There are chopsticks blocked, the carotid artery blood loss 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 big mouth like a catfish that has lost water, his face slowly loses blood, and his hands grasp weakly, all this is not slow from the beginning to the beginning, and not many people can be psychologically prepared.

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

The 'Fack' that hasn't yet come out is just a mouth, but it has become something he has never had time to finish in his life!

The black man staggered down, and many people still looked at the bamboo and wooden chopsticks, only to realize this time that the strange tableware that was not often used by people on the table could also become a terrible murder weapon.

It wasn't until Chen Ang pulled out another chopstick that the people around finally reacted, some people got up and prepared to leave, and some people came over 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 was very agile and rushed towards Chen Ang, the steel core rubber roller in his right hand was fiercely pumped towards Chen Ang's right face, but before he could see clearly, Chen Ang's chopsticks were inserted into his ribs again, this time directly through the gap in the ribs into his heart.

When I pulled out the chopsticks, the blood spurted out of my heart, and I snorted......

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 man at the beginning, the rest of the people didn't even have time to react.

Seeing Chen Ang put down his chopsticks, everyone put their hearts down.

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

"Shall we tie him up?" Five or six guns were aimed at Chen Ang's vital point, and one of the gunmen asked in a low voice.

The leading gunman stared at Chen Ang nervously, and scolded when he heard the words: "Are you crazy? He is the test subject...... The devil knows what he's been transformed, just keep him quiet, I don't want to die yet! ”

So the rest of the journey was harmonious, Chen Ang followed them to the underground of this casino, and walked through a series of heavily guarded passes, each time someone whispered: "This is a newly discovered test subject, I don't know if it came out of that laboratory...... Well! He made trouble in the field, and the test subjects were like this, mentally unstable. ”

"Let him go to Zone A!" A man with a half-disfigured face sneered.

Someone stammered and explained, "We haven't figured out which lab he is, and his abilities may be related to telepathy, if it's a more precious test subject......"

"Let him go to Zone A!" The man repeated: "There is a new show today, and I just need a batch of high-quality goods." ”

"The guests are tired of torn women, men, we need something more exciting, this time the boss is going to play big! A modified person is a good concoction. ”

Chen Ang felt the boiling malice and filth rising higher and higher with his words, and a hidden, complex, and almost all the emotions of the mental fluctuations enveloped the place, slowly changing everyone's mental state and corroding their minds.

"Was it a ritual?" Glancing at the people here, Chen Ang's eyes were indifferent: "Then these are sacrifices?" The means of the apocalypse are really ...... Efficient waste recycling! ”

Next, the person leading the way changed direction again and walked towards the A area. After passing through a regular circular corridor, Chen Ang could already feel the boiling atmosphere and spiritual power from the distance between the walls, but he still kept his patience - at least wait for the prey to get in, and this time the prey was obviously extremely cunning.

The electromagnetic fluctuations in the air became very chaotic, but Chen Ang was still able to extract something, and the fragmented picture was the monitoring here, and the pictures presented on it were the monitoring and fighting pictures of some fighting arenas.

There were half-trees on it, the violent beating and swaying of white flowers on the screen, bloody men, seriously wounded, half-dead people being dragged down and thrown onto trucks with corpses, bloody, twisted, rotting things produced on them, providing nourishment for the altar that shrouded here, in the underworld.

There are also some pictures that make Chen Ang's eyelids jump, some clean, clear-eyed children are locked in cages in horror, there are many such cages, all under the sides of the fighting ring, and a few are obviously picked out, cute-looking, beautiful, their cages are hung above the fighting ring.

Causing shrill whistles and whistling from the stands on all sides, they were closest to the well-dressed, pot-bellied middle-aged and elderly high rollers at the top of the stands, some of the old and decrepit women, stuffing food through the gaps in the cages like monkeys.

Those senile, wrinkled rich people, with jealousy or longing, looked at these youthful, full, energetic bodies, a few unusually fiery eyes, staring at the most immature children.

"I'm a little angry!" Chen Ang said solemnly.

This time, no one could understand what he was saying, and the gunmen carefully opened a heavy iron door, and two men with fierce eyes took over Chen Ang's escort work, and they led Chen Ang to the door of a room sealed with special alloys, Chen Ang thought it was a prison, but when he entered, he found that it seemed to be a simple rest room.

And there are already people inside.

The lounge was poorly furnished, with a wardrobe against the wall, a couple of faucets next to it, and a heavy gate behind it, which seemed to be a passage to the fighting arena, and a person was already sitting on the chair on the other side of the wardrobe.

He was dressed in a crimson leather bodysuit, his hands were propped under his chin, his head was bowed, and the sound of Chen Ang coming in didn't seem to alarm him in the slightest.

Or rather, it had alarmed 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 Super Daredevil here, although he had the impression that he was mixed in New York, but now New York is a dead city, Spider-Man has left, and Chen Ang is very surprised to see him.

"You smell blood...... But your hands are clean? The super daring man actually spoke, and 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 fifteen people, with your hands? How? ”

Chen Ang glanced back at the gate and made sure that it was at least four feet thick, although the conductivity of the metal was good, but this thickness was a little too much, and then he looked at his hand again, it was indeed very clean, and he couldn't tell that he had just inserted chopsticks into a dozen people's bodies.

"To be exact, I use chopsticks, and it's easy to keep it clean...... Fast enough and you're good to go! Chen Ang replied to him.

When pulling out the chopsticks, be fast enough that the blood spurting out of the arteries will not stick to your hands.

After saying this, Super Daredevil fell silent, Chen Ang had to retract his previous evaluation, he was really a very silent person.

Chen Ang put his energy into the fighting arena not far from them, there was no window where they could see the fighting arena, but it didn't matter to the two, one of them didn't have eyes, the other didn't need to use their eyes to observe, the similarity was that the sound of the fighting arena was not guarded against them, although there was a heavy gate obstruction, but both of them could clearly know what was going on on the field.

(To be continued.) )