"Chief, the people have all been brought out. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info," one of his subordinates said to Mousse.

Looking at the familiar faces crawling out of the ground, Mousse nodded slightly, "Did you find something?" He asked.

The subordinates all shook their heads.

Mousse frowned, then looked at the group on the other side with an impatient expression.

"So, what are you waiting for? Do you want me to invite you down myself? ”

"Mousse, don't go too far......" Although the voice was small, the gnashing of teeth in it was very clear.

This group of people was originally living on the first floor, but their expressions were not as grand as before.

"Huh? Is this excessive? Do you believe that I have anything more excessive? Mousse smiled with interest, and at this time he also lost the caution and caution he used to have.

"Too much deception......

"Ahem." A light cough that seemed to be very unintentional made the person who spoke no longer dare to say a word, and even the whole group of people were a little silent, and no one dared to say anything anymore.

Fanzheng was carefully counting the supplies he had obtained, and Fang Cai's light cough seemed to be just an inadvertent act. But after teaching everyone a lesson again, any action he makes will automatically be given a special meaning in the eyes of others.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the corners of Mousse's mouth grinned, and he was very satisfied with the timidity of this group of people, although they were not afraid of him, but what did it matter?

"Don't be honest yet! Want to wait for someone to get angry? This sentence clearly meant something, and the crowd, who had already been silent, had no choice but to resign themselves to the open underground entrance, which would be where they would live for the next month.

The two men guarding the entrance carefully searched everyone who went underground, making sure they were not carrying any of the items that had been lost.

The reason why these people were able to accept their looting so obediently was completely related to the person who was sitting on the side and not raising his head to count the supplies, and when he remembered all the oppression he had suffered, and compared with his current situation, especially the attitude of Count Orić, there was only awe left in the eyes of this group of people looking at Fan.

Until the last person was unwillingly driven underground, Fan never took his eyes off it, including the light cough that really seemed like his unintentional move.

"Chief, it's not on them." Mousse said respectfully to Fan.

Van nodded, his expression unsurprised.

"Throw these at them."

Mousse was a little surprised to take the supplies, which were all extremely high-calorie compressed nutrient cans, one can was enough to maintain a person's nutritional supply for a week.

"Do you really want to give them to them?" Mousse couldn't help but ask.

"Do you want to starve them?" Van replied casually.

Mousse was speechless for a while, Fan's always indifferent expression gave Mousse a lot of wrong self-esteem, in his heart Van was extremely cold-blooded, but now his simple answer made Mousse ashamed of his narrow-mindedness, and also made him look at Fan's eyes more respectful.

A person who can treat his "enemy" well will naturally be better able to treat his subordinates.

Mousse walked away with the food, and with his men, arranged for the group of slaves who had just escaped from the underground.

Van took out an injection needle from the supply box, the liquid in the syringe was blood-red, and the side was marked with a clear B-grade code, Van inserted the needle into his arm, and the blood-red liquid was injected instantly.

This is the Empire's Mutant Modifier, whose Class-B code represents a fourth-generation clone derived from the prototype. After a period of practical verification and development, the Imperials have developed a near-perfect program for the mutant gene. This also increased the demand for mutant transformation liquid from the Imperials, but there was only one prototype, and its HP could not meet the huge demand.

To solve this problem, the Caroline family cultivated a large number of prototype clones by cloning. However, as the number of clones increased, the prototype that provided the original gene became weaker and weaker, so the blood quality of the newborn clones became worse and worse, and a large number of deaths began to occur.

In order to protect the prototype One, Archduke Caroline finally announced that all cloning would be stopped and that it would be closely protected. Those individuals who have been successfully cloned are distributed among the major families with the highest S and lowest E grades.

So the major families have the ability to produce mutant genetic modification agents on their own, but they can only produce them, because whether it is the supervision of clones or the core technology of manufacturing, all are in the hands of the Caroline family, and even the technicians are subordinate to Caroline's people, and the other families just provide a production workshop. They will never live without it again for the rest of their lives.

It was through this behavior that Caroline completely grasped the lifeblood of the empire and became the number one family in the true sense of the word.

Where Caroline wills, she dare not obey, this is the true portrayal of today's empire.

As the medicine entered the body, a tingling sensation quickly filled Fan's body, and the cells vibrated like joy, and at the same time, his second consciousness suddenly became active, and it "started" on its own without Fan's permission, and the whole world was gradually becoming clear, the ants crawling on the ground, the dust brought up by the mousse's actions, far and near, in front of and behind him, even the corners that he had not paid attention to, were exactly reflected in his second consciousness, and the difference between the slightly stiff vision before was, Now the second vision seems to be attached with more colorful colors and more vivid and lively.

For the first time, Van knew that the original second consciousness could actually grow! The distance that can be observed in the second field of vision is limited, it is not as infinitely extendable as the human eye, but this upper limit can be increased by injecting a modification solution!

Without thinking about it, Fan took out a B-grade transformation liquid again, and the potion instantly entered the body. But this time the situation has changed, there is no sign of growth in the safety of the second consciousness, but the amplitude of the body tremor is getting bigger and bigger, and through this tremor, the transformation fluid that has just entered the body is absorbed with unimaginable speed and efficiency, if you are in the microscopic field of vision, you can clearly find that in the special cells of the Van Fan, the mitochondria responsible for aerobic respiration and energy production are growing rapidly!

As we all know, the more powerful the mitochondria are, the more efficient the body's ability to use oxygen, and the efficient mitochondria are like an efficient engine that can fully burn gasoline, which brings people a double boost of endurance and explosiveness!

The abundant power quickly flooded his limbs, and as Fan, who had precise control over his body, he came to the conclusion that this B-grade transformation liquid directly increased his strength by more than two percent! What a terrible boost!

Fan then took out a B-class transformation solution and inserted it into his body again, but this time the result disappointed him, his body did not react, not even the most basic tremor, as if he was only injected with a normal saline solution this time. Fan was not reconciled, so he took out a C-grade transformation liquid and inserted it into his body, but there was no change and it was still ineffective.

Fan couldn't help frowning at this, what is going on? He was about to call Mousse to inquire, but found that Mousse and his subordinates were all looking at him with a look of panic and incredulity.

"How?" Van raised an eyebrow.

"You, how can you use four transformative fluids in a row at once?" Mousse's voice was trembling. (To be continued.) )