After a busy month, the underground laboratory is preliminarily completed.

With a diameter of more than 300 meters and a height of 200 meters, this unprecedented underground laboratory is already beyond the volume of many real-life skyscrapers.

The price of steel in Bangalore also increased by 30% in this month.

Next, Zhang Yaoyang returned to his usual life, collecting illusion values every day, secretly replacing the real power executives of major institutions in Bangalore when he had time, and occasionally asking Habani to send him some strong felons and turn them into his subordinates.

In this way, the number of consciousness under Zhang Yaoyang's hands soon reached fifty.

These consciousness subordinates,They are all professional militarized personnel trained by Zhang Yaoyang in the illusion world,When these consciousness bodies were set up,It gave them the characteristics of calm and fearless、Have extremely high combat talent,Each of these consciousness bodies has a strong combat quality,And after the hard training in the illusion world,Although the body is just an ordinary person,But the combat consciousness is by no means inferior to the group of special forces who have been training hard all year round。

These people are not afraid of death, brave and decisive, and only loyal to Zhang Yaoyang, as long as they train the quality of their new body, they will soon be able to open up the gap with ordinary people and become a qualified super soldier.

A few days later, in the middle of the night, an Indian prisoner truck drove into the Black Watch pharmaceutical factory.

With the crunch of wheels rubbing against the ground, the prisoner car stopped in front of the door of the laboratory building, and two stern-looking Indian policemen stepped down.

"Ba Song, get out of the car!" One of the police officers pulled open the door, revealing a lanky man in a khaki prison uniform.

The man had high cheekbones, thick lips, and bronzed skin, with Southeast Asian physiognomy. But unlike the average Southeast Asian, his exposed arms are muscular, and his elbows and hands are full of calluses.

"Click."

The man's hands were tightly handcuffed, and he walked out of the car expressionlessly, and when he looked up and saw the building in front of him, he finally showed a trace of surprise, and asked in English, "Where is this, aren't you going to take me to prison?" ”

The two policemen remained indifferent and had no intention of answering, but escorted the man into the experimental building, then turned to the right and turned into a remote and cold corridor.

On the corridor, there is also a line of yellow signs pasted - idlers and miscellaneous people are strictly forbidden to enter.

When he reached the deepest part of the hallway, in front of an old iron door, one of the policemen knocked on the door.

Crunch......

The iron door slowly opened, and an Indian man with the same grim expression appeared inside the door, he nodded to the two of them, and let the door open.

"Ba Song, go in." The policeman turned back and said to the man who was being escorted.

There was a hint of hesitation in the man's eyes, but before he could say anything, another policeman behind him pushed him hard and pushed him directly into the house.

Only then did he see that the room was very empty, with only a desk and a few chairs, on which was a medical kit, and in the corner of the room, there was a single bed.

"Have you had a medical exam?" At this time, the Indian man who was already in the room asked the two policemen.

"I have had a medical examination, I don't have any hereditary diseases, and I am in good health." The policeman nodded, turned and left the room.

After the two policemen left, the iron door creaked shut again, and only Pa Song and the Indian man were left in the entire empty room.

"Where is this? What did you bring me here for? Ba Song asked again, but all he got was deathly silence.

Frowning, Ba Song was also very speechless at this time, the two policemen who escorted him were like this, no matter how they asked, they couldn't get an answer, as if these people were soulless walking corpses, and even the communication between them was very little.

He looked around, and suddenly a light flashed in his eyes, and this might be a good opportunity to escape......

Thinking of this, Ba Song walked towards the other party step by step, and said as he walked, "This brother, I want to go to the toilet." As he spoke, the muscles of his whole body quickly tensed, like a cheetah about to hunt, and he would immediately pounce in the next second!

"Don't be afraid of me running away, I'm handcuffed now, and I can't run ...... at all"

However, before he could get close to the other party, a black muzzle locked firmly on him.

Ba Song obediently retreated, and it was not until he was out of the distance where he had launched his attack that the other party put away his firearms again.

A trace of cold sweat slowly flowed down his bun, as a Muay Thai master, although he rarely used a gun, but he had never seen someone pull out a gun so fast, so fast that he could even reach the speed of his own punch!

This man is definitely a master of guns!

Thinking of this, Ba Song couldn't help but feel a little afraid, if he was really desperate just now, I am afraid that he would have already fallen to the ground at this time......

Unable to do so, just as Ba Song was thinking about other escape possibilities, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the hallway.

The footsteps approached, and finally stopped outside the gate, and then there was a slight knock on the door.

The Indian man opened them again, and then immediately stood up and saluted, "Your Excellency, Commander! ”

"Commander?" Ba Song's eyes narrowed, "Yes, no wonder the other party's skills are so not simple, is this under the guise of a pharmaceutical factory, but in fact a secret base of the Indian military?" ”

Ba Song immediately looked towards the door, only to see a young man and several big men walking in.

However, the moment he saw this young man's face, Ba Song's pupils suddenly shrank!

The young man in front of him has a Chinese face, with ordinary medium hair, not long or short, neatly groomed, if you don't look at this face, it can be said that he is a clean boy, but if you add this face, it gives people a completely different feeling!

The young man's face is clearly angular, and his face is a little fierce, and he doesn't look like a good person at all, especially those eyes, even if they just stare at you quietly, it will make people creepy!

It's an evil aura that comes out of the bones!

As a black market boxing master, Ba Song has been between life and death all the year round, his intuition of danger has long been extremely profound, at this time, as soon as he saw the other party's eyes, his expression immediately changed greatly, and he subconsciously made a defensive posture!

"Basson Charempong." The young man didn't care about Ba Song's movements, but just stated lightly, "A native of Bangkok, Thailand, an underground black market boxer in Bangalore, known as Ghost Face, has participated in 38 black market boxing battles, won 34 games, and the victory rate reached 90 percent, and he was arrested for drug trafficking and sentenced to 67 years in prison." ”

"Who are you!" Ba Song's whole body muscles were tense, staring at the young man in front of him, it was not surprising that the young man could know his resume, what really made him care was the other party's eyes looking at him!

The eyes that looked at him were full of malice and banter, like the eyes of a dead man......

"You don't need to know who I am, I'm just an ordinary businessman, and your mission here is to cooperate with me and do an experiment."

The young man smiled and retreated silently, and the Indian, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward, only to see him pick up a syringe from the table, skillfully put on a disposable needle, and then took out a medicine bottle and sucked the medicine into the needle.

And the name of the medicine bottle is Jing'an Propofol Injection.

"I don't want injections!" Ba Song immediately wanted to escape, but his hands were still handcuffed, and before he could struggle, several big men behind the young man rushed up and restrained Ba Song, and then, he only felt a pain in his arm, and the other party directly pierced the needle into his veins.

Just injected, the next second, Ba Song seemed to feel the world spinning in front of his eyes, and then his expression became dazed, and he finally passed out......