When Van woke up, it was already three days later. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When he came out of the chamber filled with cell division active fluid, he was immediately subjected to a thorough systemic examination by Dr. Raff.

"7D001, tell me if you feel different now than you used to?" Raff asked.

Van moved his stiff limbs for a moment and replied, "No." ”

"Nothing?" Raff asked again.

This time, after careful examination, Van replied again, "No."

Raff sighed and nodded.

"No. DA-7D-001, this is a special mission given to you by the headquarters, give you three days to prepare, I hope this mission, you can still complete it excellently."

Van took the chip from Raff's hand, nodded, then put on his clothes and walked out of the laboratory under the guidance of his assistant.

"7D001, I'm putting all my net worth on you, don't let me down." Raff looked at the back of Van leaving and said softly.

When Van returned to his quarters, he immediately inserted the chip into the groove on the table, and all the information about the mission appeared to him clearly.

"Mission Code: A-19-121. Mission content, clear the Zerg troops in the area. The mission level is assessed as C, and the type of Zerg troops in the area is known, such as Collector, Reaper, Commander, and Lurker. Additionally, there may be Lurker Zerg units level 3 or higher in this area. The detailed mission information is as follows......"

Van carefully read the information about the mission, and when he saw the composition of the mission members, his eyes paused slightly on DA-6D-6008, and then quickly regained his composure.

Van turned off the projection of the statue on the table, then pulled out a card with his identification number from a drawer and walked out of the room.

The main city of the Angel of Death at night, although it is still brightly lit, does not give people any warmth, and cold is always the theme of the city.

Van walked through the huge city, passing by several groups of people from time to time, including pure-blooded humans, pure humans who had not been polluted in the slightest, and warriors who reformed humans.

After a while, Van stopped at the door of a bar, glanced up at the sign, then pushed the door open and walked in.

The name of the bar, called Mandala.

As soon as Van walked into the bar, he was a little irritated by the crazy and noisy atmosphere inside.

But he continued in the direction of the bar.

"A cup of agave 05, remember to add ice." Fan said to the bartender at the bar without raising his head.

The bartender first glanced at Van in surprise, and after seeing the speaker's face clearly, he nodded in understanding.

A moment later, a glass of agave on the rocks was placed in front of Van Osa.

Van drank most of his glass in one gulp, then quietly turned to look at the writhing crowd on the dance floor.

After each mission, Van would choose to have a few drinks here, Van could hardly describe how he really felt about this place, he was both irritable by the noise and instinctively liked the chaotic and indulgent atmosphere here, Dr. Raff had told him that this was a normal reaction of a modified person, that complexity and contradiction were unique human qualities, and that the transformed person could no longer be counted as a human being, but still retained some of the characteristics of a human being in some aspects.

"Purebred humans always repeat such boring complexities and contradictions, which is why the Zerg occupy the earth." This is the conclusion that Mu came to after that class.

Van didn't know what he was thinking, but he knew that this unique human trait was like a flame that attracted moths, and any modified person who did not care about it would only wither away.

But transformers are not robots after all, they also need to rest and relax, and their nerves are in danger of tension for a long time, so they must be moderately relaxed.

Especially for transhuman warriors who have been taking DA-EI for a long time, their nerves are more numb, so after experiencing violent mood swings, it is more likely to cause a complete emotional breakdown, resulting in terrible results.

In the early days of the research on the Transhuman Project, as more and more Transhumans frequently experienced emotional outbursts and eventually collapsed, the Angel of Death finally began to look for a solution.

Eventually, such a clause was added to the Code of the Angel of Death's Transhumans, allowing transhumanizers to relax and indulge accordingly within an appropriate range.

And for this reason, we have developed a special emotional stimulant for modified people.

Paralyzing the brain by swallowing or injecting stimulants can help the modifier temporarily relieve tense nerves and allow the modifier to escape from the cold and closed world.

And what Fan drank just now was the addition of the 05 type of stimulant, which will cause a strong hallucinogenic effect for humans, but for transformed people, the effect is just right.

The effects of stimulants quickly worked in Fan's body, and "life" finally began to appear in the world before Fan's eyes.

The writhing crowd on the dance floor was no longer just some cold bodies, but slowly becoming flesh and blood.

"Handsome guy, won't you invite me to a drink?"

A lazy voice suddenly appeared in Fan's left ear.

Only then did Fan realize that there was one more person beside him unconsciously, and he instinctively wanted to make a gesture of counterattack, but then he relaxed, this is the main city of the Angel of Death, not the suburbs.

Under the influence of stimulants, Van slowly let down his guard.

"Two cups of agave 05 on ice." Van said to the bartender.

"Yo, it turned out to be a rich handsome guy." A languid voice whistled.

Two cups of tequila were delivered almost at lightning speed.

Van then looked at the man who appeared beside him.

Beautiful and dangerous, like a flower with a high degree of poison, this was Van first impression of her.

The silver-white hair is tied back in a ponytail at random, the wheat-like complexion, the wild and wild eyes, the high nose bridge, and the gorgeous and dangerous red lips are matched with the wild dressing style that is rarely seen in today's women, producing an exotic style.

And her neckline was open very low, and the full scenery that seemed to leap out of it made many of the men around her eager to try.

"When you're done drinking, leave me." Van said lightly that he hated any form of trouble and rejected any possible potential trouble.

The woman apparently didn't realize that Van would say such a thing.

She was stunned for a moment, then giggled, "Could it be that it's still a chick who hasn't opened meat yet?" ”

Van did not explain this, but drank the original cup of agave.

Driven by alcohol and stimulants, Fan looked at the woman a little provocatively, "Do you want to try?" ”

The woman giggled again, "Sister doesn't like a rookie like you." ”

The woman's words caused a burst of laughter around her, and many young men who had been writhing on the dance floor gathered one after another.

"Beauty, a strong man like me must be to your taste! Such a little white face is boring to look at. A stout man said to the woman.

After that, he also puffed out the muscles in his arms and made a toned pose.

"Uncle, although I don't like this little rookie, it's not your turn to be an uncle." The woman covered her mouth and continued to giggle.

The woman's words sparked a burst of laughter, and many people burst into laughter.

And this strong man couldn't get off the stage for a while, and he knew that he was a little old, but he never reached the level of being called uncle.

"Little girl! You speak to me to pay attention. The strong man was annoyed.

"Uncle, you better go home and play with your aunt, this is not a place you should come at your age." The woman smiled sweetly.

The laughter was getting louder and louder, and many people had begun to laugh with their stomachs covered, and even Fan couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

Dahan finally became angry, but he couldn't take his anger out on the woman, so he turned to look at Fan.

"Little white face, you laugh a fart!"

Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't make any other gestures.

"Soft eggs! No wonder this little slut doesn't look down on you. The big man spat lightly.

Fan didn't care about picking up the second glass of wine and drank it, although he took stimulants, but this stimulant could not change the disregard in his bones, as one of the best people in the Type 7 transformation people, Fan would not lose his mind because of such a small provocation.

But the woman beside him couldn't bear it anymore.

"You're a reformer, aren't you?" The woman asked suddenly.

"That's right, Lao Tzu is a Type 5 transformer."

"Then I'll be relieved."

With the vibration that could be felt throughout the bar, a sturdy figure slammed open the door of the bar and fell down the street, followed by a tall figure jumping out.

The strong man seemed to have lost his combat effectiveness, and he was lifted up by this tall figure with one hand.

The woman's other hand quickly groped in the strong man's pocket, and she held a card with her identity in her hand.

"I don't want to lose an arm or a broken leg, 200 points." The woman dangled the card in front of the strong man's eyes.

"Spit! If Lao Tzu screams half-loudly, it is your grandson! The strong man stretched out the middle finger of his right hand.

The woman was not angry, giggled, and stomped on the middle finger of the strong man with the pair of "hating the sky" on her feet, which obviously had the style of the old era.

The strong man screamed and activated his abilities, and a thick layer of carapace immediately wrapped around his fingers.

However, before he could calm down, the woman only used a slight force, and the thick carapace was disintegrated almost instantly.

Many people watched this scene with numb scalps, and their mouths made an inhaling sound, because this "hating the sky" not only crushed the carapace of the big man, but also left an obvious hole on the hard street surface doped with metal particles.

"Grandma! Grandma! I give, I give! The strong man let out a terrible wail.

"I'm in a bad mood, the price has risen, and now it's 300."

The strong man didn't dare to resist, so he could only humiliate his card with the woman's card, and then completed the transfer.

Just then, a patrol of transhuman police officers came running in formation.

"Hand over your recording chips! According to Article 5 of Chapter 3 of the Constitution of the Angel of Death, I have the right to look through the Transformer Records that have affected the order of the city! ”

The strong man and the woman did not resist, and took out the recording chip on the left arm casually, but the woman's expression flashed with a trace of disdain and mockery.

After some checking, the police officers have learned what happened.

"According to Article 23 of Chapter 2 of the Constitution of the Angel of Death, reformers have the right to make legitimate counterattacks against the provocative acts of other reformers, but this process must not damage public property, so according to the constitution, we will punish you with points."

After handing over another 50 points for road repairs, the farce finally came to an end.

By the time the woman tried to search for Van again in the crowd, Van had already returned to his residence early.