He was originally a marionette in Mu Qingzhou's hand, and when he was useless, he actually wanted to go further and directly make himself a "remote control toy......

Yao Jingtian couldn't help but laugh miserably when he thought of this, and the laughter echoed in the empty corridor, indescribably sad.

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Yao Jingtian knew Bertrand when he was at the Nightmare Base, and I have to say that Bertrand was really stupid compared to himself. Since the fourth and seventh children have metal limbs, what's the big deal with their broken arms?

It's just a white mouse, a puppet that has been pulled by someone, and if you break your arm and connect it with an iron one, won't it be over? It doesn't matter if you're golden, silver, or black?

The body is weak, and the mind is even more chaotic.

Yao Jingtian muttered inexplicably while stumbling forward. This secret electric well was originally the secret of the Iron Horse Industry that was temporarily found out and specially authorized for the personnel of the Shadow Nightmare and the Apocalypse, there were few people in it, and the tunnel was even more empty, and no one showed up to stop him all the way.

Walk through the torture chamber where the bodies of two Zacharo gang members who tortured themselves and their wives like perverts, rush through two security gates, and continue down the tunnel!

It was getting farther and farther away from the electric well room where he was imprisoned, and gradually went deeper and deeper into the entire electric well, and finally two people appeared. Both of them were specially noticed by Yao Jingtian before, one was the technician arranged by the apocalypse to control the cryogenic hibernation cabin, and the other was the guard assigned to him by the Hengxing chaebol.

Even if it has reached the point where the oil has run out, Yao Jingtian is one of the eight bosses of Shadow Nightmare after all, and his skills are still much stronger than ordinary people. Expressionlessly, he stretched out his left hand, and easily, killed the dozing technician with his only movable left hand. Then he shook the right arm, which had only one bone on the right side, and from time to time there was a bone-eating pain. Slap over a little guard holding a walkie-talkie who is about to sound an alarm!

Yao Jingtian raised his head and looked at the neat row of cryogenic sleep cabins.

In a certain dormant pod, because of the devastation, even if it has been dormant at low temperatures, his face is still full of horror. Although one hand was cut off and her clothes were not covered, she still revealed a certain kind of elegant wife Ritsuko Ikeda; and his son Yangyang, who slept very peacefully, as if nothing had happened and had experienced it, was reflected in his eyes that were already full of tears.

Like a madman, he slapped the bulletproof glass cover of the cryogenic sleep capsule, and Yao Jingtian, the number one conspirator in the Nightmare, the villain and traitor who can be ranked in the entire Federation, finally got out of control completely......

Tears flowed and cried loudly!

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At the same time, Song Zhuan and others in the second canteen were still pretending to boil soup.

How could a gang of gangsters do such a thing?

Four stoves were turned on together, and four cauldrons were boiling water. stuttered and picked up a pheasant, didn't say to clean it or disembowel it and clean it up, reached out and grabbed the hair twice casually and threw it into the pot. Song Zhuan was still frowning and gritting his teeth. Almost all the condiments that could be turned over in the cupboard were poured into the cauldron, and it was not the same thing when I looked left and right, and then poured half a bag of starch and half a bucket of soy sauce...... Only then did he finally nod, at least a little more like the color.

At this moment, there are not only a few people in the second canteen, Song Zhuan, the entire canteen is brightly lit, and almost half of the workstations and kitchen seats are busy.

Stammered and twisted his head, "Specialized...... Brother Zhuan, you see that this formation is for the leader...... Do you cook? Is it the leader who is too ...... Too good to eat, or too much leadership, four ...... Can't get enough of four pots of soup? ”

Song Zhuan didn't pay attention to him at all, according to the news that Tang Yun gave him before, the person who was going to come at this time was probably not just a leader.

Looking at the busy back kitchen of the canteen, what Song Zhu was thinking about was no longer waiting for the leader to eat pheasants, but the mecha soldiers who were ready to control the five hundred mecha in Tang Yun's mouth!

"If there are hundreds of people at once, we have to eat, right?" Song Zhuan gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

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I looked at my watch, and it was past eight o'clock. Song Zhuan, who was worried about how to deal with the soup in his hand and how to leave the ghost cafeteria to get busy with "business", received Tang Yun's email.

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Brother Shui has been saved, trying to destroy the mecha, how are you?

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How is it......

The little cubs have rescued Brother Shui, and I'm still fucking boiling chicken X soup for bastards!

So Song Zhuan glanced at a few brothers beside him and replied to Tang Yun.

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No progress, a canteen, poison, I'll go!

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Now that Brother Shui has been rescued, this canteen is in a mess, and there is no chance to slip away. Then don't bother, a few people began to hand each other colors and prepared to slip away.

Anyway, they all happened to be wearing chef clothes, wearing chef hats, and all the pots and pans in their hands. A few people pretended to pick up something, and it wasn't too difficult to sneak back to the van or back to a cafeteria. Just when several people had already gotten into the car, and the "stammer" had just twisted the car keys and was about to start the car, a very disgusting face appeared at an extremely inopportune time.

The person in charge of the canteen, Director Cao.

"What are you doing?" Director Cao had a short forehead, a short fat chin, and convex cheekbones, and two goldfish-like protruding eyes that were almost attached to the lenses of his golden, thin-rimmed glasses. Now he is frowning and holding his hands behind his back. Clamped the briefcase under his armpit tightly, and said dissatisfiedly, "The leader is still waiting, what are you rubbish about?" ”

He stammered and replied, "That's it...... Only...... Just ......"

"'Just' or 'just'? As far as Xiao Zhao introduced, there is no one who is easy to use! ”

"I have to worry about all the trivial things! A bunch of rubbish! ”

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Director Cao scolded for a long time, and basically vented the complaints of the leaders about him, a little person in charge of the canteen, when they held a meeting, and then noticed that something was wrong with the people in front of him again.

After looking at the obviously muscular bodies of several people, the tattoos on their arms and necks, he asked hesitantly.

"Where did you find Xiao Zhao? Federal Cooking Class or Chef School? ”

Several people were silent.

"Where are you going? Make it clear! ”

Stammering and stammering, "That's it...... Only...... Go to a cafeteria and pick up ...... Pick up something ......"

After hearing the words "one canteen", Director Cao was obviously stunned, and his two bulging eyes seemed to bulge a little more.