Bai Ge adjusted his landing point by teleporting.

However, teleportation and entering the brain hole will not change his acceleration in reality.

He adjusted, chose the Sahara Desert as his landing location, and began to teleport in reverse.

Every time he saw that he was about to enter the stratosphere, he teleported a thousand kilometers in the direction of his sudden return, so that he had ten more seconds to slow down.

As he continued to slow down, coupled with the resistance of the atmosphere, he finally slowed down to ten kilometers per second after four teleportations, relying on the reverse plasma propulsion.

This speed is no problem, and with his mass, it is equivalent to a meteorite impact.

At this time, if there is someone in the center of the Sahara Desert, you can see a burning blurred ball of light falling and smashing into the depths of the desert.

"Boom!"

The huge shock set off layers of spreading sandstorms, raising a cloud of dust in the center of the desert.

After a while, the sand disappeared in large numbers, as if something had sent the grains away.

There was less and less sand in the area of the fall, and the surrounding sand grains slid towards the center, soon revealing a sand pit tens of meters deep, exposing the rocks underneath.

Bai Ge flew out with his body, and hurriedly got another set of clothes for himself to wear.

As his strength became stronger, his clothes became more and more likely to disappear, which was quite distressing.

"Juggernaut, our people have already recovered the mechanical public enemy first, the people of the Lighthouse Bureau are still looking everywhere in the Pacific Ocean, and one of our teams is ready to break into the headquarters of the Lighthouse Bureau at any time. A cloud of sand condensed into the bell's body and said.

Bai Ge said with a smile: "Don't worry, the Lighthouse Bureau is nothing more than a permafrost butterfly left, it's okay if we don't make a move, once they feel threatened, maybe we will release the permafrost butterfly." ”

"In comparison, I don't know what the two containment objects in Africa are, but since they are here, let's contain them directly. ”

As he spoke, he stood on the desert and looked to the west.

He chose the Sahara Desert as his landing site, not just because it was better able to withstand his fall.

It was also because he knew there was a containment object here.

There are two containment items in Africa, one in the hands of the Moroccan government, making this small country one of the five largest host countries of the Global Council.

And the other thing is in the Sahara Desert.

Squinting his eyes, Bai Ge sensed the location of the containment object, which was still about a hundred kilometers away from him.

Bai Ge's legs instantly burst out with plasma sparks, and the blue light flew all the way, flying more than ten kilometers in the blink of an eye.

As he flew, he left a trail of high-temperature crystals in the desert, and incidentally, his pants were burned again, leaving only the upper part of his thigh.

"Damn, bell, make me a pair of heat-resistant pants! No, I need a full set of clothes!" Bai Ge said.

The bell said, "Red, flesh, or black?"

"Of course it's red and black!" Bai Ge said.

"Give me some hair, two kilograms of cells," Bell said. ”

Bai Ge unleashed a magnetic weapon and used a whirlwind of knives to cut through the jelly-like black hair on his head.

However, after cutting for a long time, only a little skin was broken.

Bai Ge pursed his lips, so he had no choice but to enter the brain hole, spend some energy, and directly pluck out dozens of hairs on his head like he had taken a kidney before.

Seeing that the super-fast regeneration had repaired the blood flow on his head, Bai Ge threw these black cells on the ground.

Bell quickly combined blood cells with black live cells, added some alloy chips, and new nanomaterials, and finally produced two sets of clothes for Bai Ge.

One set of white songs is worn on the body, and the other set is kept in the brain hole.

The outfit was reddish-black and had an eerie texture, looking more like the flesh and blood of a prototype of the Black Light Virus.

However, under the design of the bell, on the whole, as long as you don't look carefully and explore, you will only feel that it is a more individualized dress when you look at it normally.

Now don't talk about Bai Ge, change someone to wear this outfit at will, wear a shirt and hat, and you are not afraid of fire and thunder.

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The Sahara Desert is very large, more than 9 million square kilometers of desert, and the fringe is divided by several North African countries, but its worst heartland, although nominally belonging to some countries, is actually uninhabitable.

It is one of the most inhospitable areas for human habitation, with a sea of sand as far as the eye can see, and the scorching temperatures of the sun create a dead land.

There is not a single living thing, not even the most tenacious cactus.

Sand, sand, in addition to sand, is sand.

However, despite all the bad things, there is still a human here.

The human appeared to be of European and American descent with sun-covering clothes on his head, his body was extremely dry, his lips were cracked and white, and even the blood seemed to have evaporated.

Even though it was autumn, the desert was still well lit during the day, and the man was clearly severely dehydrated.

He numbly walked up a sand dune and looked into the distance, still endless yellow sand.

There was despair in his eyes, he was finally reluctant to go, as if he had given up, and fell to his knees as soon as his knees went limp.

Then he slipped off the sand dunes, reclining in the shade of the dunes, curled up and waiting to die.

He was a French explorer named Goethe. He tried to cross the desert by himself, holding a video camera and recording the process himself.

Ten days earlier, however, he had been forced to flee in a rebellious direction, and under the cover of the yellow sand, he had broken into the most dangerous death zone.

The so-called death zone refers to the ultimate forbidden area of life within a 20-kilometer radius in the center of the Sahara Desert.

Here, even insects can't survive.

But after all, he has a lot of experience, having been here a few years ago, and knows that as long as he follows the direction of the sun and insists on walking in one direction, he can still get out.

After all, this area is only 40 kilometers in diameter, and as long as you go out, you may be able to see a small number of plants, and then you can get a little water.

However, there seems to be some unforeseen change in this death zone.

He walked about seventy kilometers to the west until all the water on his body was exhausted, and he could not find a single plant.

There is always endless yellow sand around.

"How could it be...... The death zone is not so big...... Could it be that the sun is also in the wrong direction?"

Gradually, Goethe discovered that every time he crossed a sand dune, the environment would become unrecognizable.

Looking back, the sand dunes he had passed had become unfamiliar, as if he had not come from there.

This discovery made him extremely desperate, it seemed that even the sun could no longer be trusted, and he had no idea where to go.

The strange loss, the inexhaustible right direction, the small death zone, as if it had become infinity.

Goethe, who had been lost in the barren black desert for several days, had already drunk all the water on his body, and had not ingested a drop of water for two days, and fell into a state of dehydration.

At this moment, he was desperate to give up, took out the camera and began to record his last words.

His voice was quickly hoarse, and the dry pain seemed to tear him apart.

But he still insisted on talking to the camera, and when he ran out of energy, he rested for a while.

Gradually, he hugged the camera, half-squinting his eyes and falling into near-death memories.

Suddenly, a red-black figure burst into view, and the figure stood in front of him, overlooking him.

"Hallucination?" he didn't think it was someone who had come to save him.

How could there be another person like him who was so unlucky and rushed into the death zone?

What's more, the red-black figure, because his vision is blurred, looks like death is coming, and he has faith, and he thinks that this may be the death seen by a dying person.

"Is there really a Grim Reaper? Take me away...... I'm in so much pain right now......" Goethe said to himself.

He would rather die now than continue to suffer.

"I didn't expect there to be a living person. The red-black figure said.

Goethe was stunned, the other party spoke Chinese, and although he didn't understand the meaning, he could still distinguish the difference between Chinese and other East Asian languages.

"Huh, what?" Goethe's eyes widened, trying to see why Death spoke Chinese.

It seems that he heard him speak French, and then the other party also switched to French.

"Do you want water?" said the god of death.

Goethe, regardless of whether he was dreaming or hallucinating, heard water and immediately shouted: "I want water!"

He thought that even if he was dreaming, he would have to drink enough in his dream before he died.

Unexpectedly, the god of death said, "Chilled or room temperature?"

"Huh?" Goethe wondered, "and the chilled ones?"

Immediately afterwards, the Grim Reaper threw a bottle of water to him, and the water bottle fell into his arms, and the cold stinging sensation instantly woke him up.

"Is it really water, or is it ice?" said Goethe, who was about to go into shock, but at the moment he burst out with astonishing strength.

He drank ice water like crazy, and felt like he was alive.

"Uh...... Hahaha...... Grunt...... Hahaha...... "Goethe was so happy that he cried with joy, but he was in a state of dehydration, but he couldn't cry."

After taking a few gulps of half a bottle of water, he immediately stopped and carefully held the remaining half bottle of water.

With the spirit, I saw clearly that the red and black figure was not a god of death, but an Oriental with a delicate appearance.

The Oriental man didn't sweat a drop of sweat all over his body, and his skin was clean and smooth, not at all like a person who had gone deep into the Black Desert Death Zone.

Instead, it's more like just finishing a SPA in an air-conditioned room.

is also in the desert of death, and the person in front of him is simply not a painting style compared to him.

"Are we really in the same world? This is the worst death zone in the Sahara......" Goethe collapsed.

He is dying of thirst here, his skin is chapped, but the person in front of him is the opposite, is it that he is exploring in the Sahara and doing skin care every day?

And what about the water that looks like it has just been taken out of the refrigerator? Sahara expeditions carry a refrigerator with them?

Dressed so casually, is it here for a vacation?

This man was, of course, Bai Ge, and when Goethe saw that he was so calm, he couldn't help asking, "Are you a big army?

Unexpectedly, Bai Ge said: "No, I'm alone." ”

"And...... I'm lost too. ”

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