"Actually, it's not too far. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Liang Gong's face became solemn, "Do you think your current status is equal to the power you have?" ”

"Life is much better than before, and I haven't thought about it for a while...... But if you think about it carefully, with my sixth-layer strength, I really shouldn't just be a firefighting captain and run around all day to work. "Liang Zhendao is right.

"After more people think about this problem, the redistribution of power is a matter of time." Liang Gong is an uncle in his forties after all, and he is particularly fond of commenting on these political affairs, "The proportion of the number of people at the top is very small after all, and on average, most of the capable people are from the middle and lower classes, which is already doomed that this distribution of power will not be peaceful." ”

"Sure enough, power is the answer to everything. Let's not talk about this, why do you think you gave us the vulgar name 'Dragon Group' in the first place? ”

"Isn't it cheesy? I don't feel anything, don't we often talk about our 'descendants of the dragon'? I think it's okay. ”

"Oh, yes, you're not in the habit of reading novels, understandable."

"Don't sell it, my old man just can't keep up with the trend of you young people."

"Among the novels I've read, there are at least a dozen of them, and the organization of capable people who represent Huaguo in them is called the Dragon Group."

"Doesn't that mean that the name is so popular that it's being used over and over again?"

"Those of us who have watched it many times will find it awkward......"

"It should be that the leader in charge of naming has never seen anything like me before, after all, they are all old people, a bit of a traditional complex, and it is normal to name with a dragon character."

"Like Long Aotian?" Liang Zhendao whispered.

"What? Didn't hear clearly. ”

"It's okay, it's okay."

The second floor of the test site.

"Fortunately, this set of twelve psionic tissues transplanted into the test subjects was taken out in time, otherwise the precious experimental tissues would have been wasted. It's also a pity that there is a test subject who survived the rejection reaction and didn't die right away, but was almost sucked dry by the huge spiritual energy consumption. ”

"They can't catch high-level abilities alive for me to experiment, at most there is a corpse, and it is often incomplete, among the death row prisoners who can be captured alive, the most is this kind of smart three-layer weak chicken, and the experimental effect is really not good."

"I don't lack direct combat power now, what I need is a variety of auxiliary abilities, this set of spiritual maps named 'Cave Sky String' should be able to meet the needs, but I don't know how much this first transplant can survive." After Bai Mo invented the concept of 'spirit map' to represent the combination of psionic tissues, he gave a secondary name to the first set of spirit maps he was going to transplant, regardless of the fact that he was a bitter namer.

After repeatedly confirming that the doors from the first basement to the second floor had been locked, he took out the special anesthetic drug Puluo Sense, which he had issued a mission to the research institute, an expensive drug that could make a normal adult lose all of his sense of touch, pain, and muscle mobility with only 0.1 grams, and of course no one could guess that he had issued a mission to study this drug in order to perform a systemic operation on himself.

The first time, he dissolved 10 grams of medicinal powder into normal saline and injected himself with mental power, but found that in addition to a little numbness in his body, he still felt quite pain, so he injected a second 10 grams and a third 10 grams, and when the fourth time, he found that the effect of the medicine was finally enough to completely shield his pain.

"From this level, my physique attribute is about the same as five hundred ordinary people combined...... However, it seems that it cannot be simply summed up, at least not the same weight and volume as 500 people combined. "The whole body is paralyzed, and he thinks of lifting himself by telekinesis alone, as he manipulates a special scalpel to cut through his body.

If there were other people around at this time, they would have been frightened by the sight of themselves cutting open various parts of themselves for transplantation: the body lay flat like an aircraft carrier, firmly fixed in mid-air. Several scalpels shuttled from place to place like planes constantly coming and going, each one moving exactly according to the lines that Bai Mo had drawn on his body in advance.

With a total of twelve psionic tissues to be transplanted, the operation was much longer than the previous experiment, lasting eight hours, and after completing the stitches and erasing any remaining will, he began to deal with possible rejection.

However, he waited for a long time, but he didn't find anything repulsive, which was completely different from what he had done on other test subjects.

"Could it be that compared to them, it is because I am too strong, these tissues are directly assimilated by my body, and then integrated into the life field?"

"The tissues corresponding to the ability to step on the air and the teleportation ability of the subordinate movement system have been successfully transplanted, but the ability to teleport seems to have shrunk very seriously, and a teleportation can only move less than ten meters, which is very different from Hua Wenwu's ability of nearly 100 meters."

"Then there is a distance to distort the skin, but it is also a serious shrinkage, originally one centimeter outside the skin can be extended into the actual distance of five meters of the world, but when it comes to me, it becomes one centimeter, the actual distance is two meters. It's a pity that the original owner of this ability is also an idiot, and he uses this kind of melee insolvable ability to attack a modern army full of thermal weapons...... In the eyes of bullets moving at the speed of sound, one centimeter is no different from five meters, and when it is delivered, it is already a corpse that has been beaten into a sieve. ”

"Three of the twelve in one operation were successful, and most of them were shrinking abilities, and they really couldn't compare with the protagonist's luck." Bai Mo drank the liquid gold essence that was used as a quick healing agent in one gulp, and thought helplessly of the success rate of the operation on that young man before.

"It shouldn't be a matter of luck, it's probably that the stronger you are, the lower the success rate of the transplant." He tried to make excuses for himself to hide the fact that his face was black, "But I'm different from him, I have enough opportunities to try, there will always be a day when I can fill this pile of spirit maps, tomorrow I will go and get some Puluo sense, and the day after tomorrow I will have another operation, just leaving a day for liquid gold to repair his body." ”

Somewhere in the south of China, along the coast.

"It's hard work! I, Ling Tian, swear that I will definitely get ahead in the future! Don't do this kind of work again. Under the scorching sun, Ling Tian, a sweaty construction worker, was doing the work of building defense facilities.

Because the entire coastline of China is thousands of kilometers long, and the army seriously lacks enough engineers, a large number of planned defense facilities have to be contracted out and built by private builders, and the military is only responsible for acceptance, so there are a large number of construction workers busy on the front line.

"I can finally rest for a while......" Ling Tian had just finished today's task, he was already too tired to move, he just sat on the beach, picked up his mobile phone and read a novel to relax.

"What are you looking at?" The co-worker walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Read a novel." Ling Tian, who was watching the protagonist use the Zerg to fight the Quartet, impatiently responded casually.

"Mysterious, I must be watching Xiao Huangwen. Let's go, the foreman has gathered us. The worker didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he left in a hurry after giving a notice.

Just after reminding Ling Tian's co-worker that he had just walked a short distance, the shallow sea, which had been as calm as a mirror, suddenly rolled up a big wave, and suddenly swept him into the sea, who was addicted to novels, and he didn't have time to react, leaving only the mobile phone he was holding in his hand on the beach.

"The Zerg inheritance system is turned on to detect the identity of the host...... In the detection, the host is a carbon-based creature, not an energy creature enemy of our race, it can become an inheritor, self-destruct and cancel, and now it is genetically bound ......" In a trance, Ling Tian, who was swept into the sea by the huge waves, heard such a sound.