Supernatural power can kill.

But to win the conflict, supernatural power is not the only option.

- Lu Fuyan still remembers the defender pistol captured from Dr. Luo, and even experienced the power of those semi-mechanized transformations on the other party's body.

Hisun Pharmaceutical Company is so willing to give up the book to an ordinary technician under its name, so if the Guila in front of him is also involved in Hisun, it may not be impossible to carry out a deeper and more hidden intensive surgery for him.

"How can a natural human body have this kind of durability? Standing in place and resisting for a few minutes, normal human flesh was beaten up. ”

"However, Nightingale's cockfighting ring does not allow mechanically modified fighters to participate, and if there is a metal structure in the body, it is impossible for Gila to pass the pre-fight inspection."

"Isn't Hisun a pharmaceutical company? Biomedical technology must also be involved. Therefore, it does not have to be a mechanical ascension, and it is possible to take the path of biological mutation. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Fuyan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Some people are really stubborn... Obviously, after the baptism of the apocalypse, the result is still jumping back and forth on the boundary of the forbidden area of scientific ethics. This is brainwashing and mutation, except that there is no direct borrowing of extraordinary abilities, what is the difference between these practices and evil gods? ”

“...”

The old captain did not reply this time.

It's not that I was shocked by Lu Fuyan's emotion... In fact, things like this have long been a habit for wasteland dwellers.

The reason why Lao Wu remained silent for the time being was mainly because he felt Lu's subtle mood swings through the change of words and sentences.

"What happened during my absence?"

"Nothing special: one madman had his leg broken by another, and there were many more madmen still dancing around the ring."

Lao Wu nodded.

The specific content of Lu Fuyan's answer is not important, because the resentment revealed between the lines is very obvious.

He thought for a moment, and then spoke again out of comfort.

"This is the norm in small settlements on the periphery, and death is the eternal theme of the world, both outside and inside... Don't let compassion affect the bigger picture. ”

"Then you should at least reveal what the big picture is?"

To the surprise of the old captain...

Lu almost didn't think about it, and directly opened his mouth and went back.

"I'm not used to seeing the abuser do anything, but is Mrs. Phoenix, who organized this cruel show, something good?"

"What do you want to do?"

Lao Wu's tone aggravated a little.

In terms of personal ability, he really did not threaten Lu Fuyan's capital. But the self-help group forces behind it have earned him enough confidence.

"The Nightingale Bar is an important foothold for us in Toutuoling, you don't want to be nonsense."

"Don't worry, I won't change my mind about what I promised. If I have any questions, I'll wait until that. ”

In fact, until he was caught red-handed by Miss Zhao and taken to the Nightingale Bar, Lu Fuyan didn't have too much subjective malice towards these transcendents who were killed halfway.

Especially after learning about the huge risks that the power of the evil gods may pose, the impression of the "Self-Help Society" in his heart has even begun to shift to the side of good intentions.

- After all, Zhao Manyun did not brainwash himself without saying a word, let alone carry out any slave trade for the purpose of profit.

Even when Lu was out of control due to an accident, she still chose to control the scope of the disaster as soon as possible, and at the same time tried to take care of the lives of the parties concerned.

These actions have undoubtedly won a lot of favor here in Lao Lu.

… From another point of view, all the above measures are only based on the particularity of Lu Fuyan itself.

After witnessing the cruelty of the cockfighting ring, Lu couldn't help but wonder if the Self-Help Society was a serious organization to save civilization, as literally said, or a privileged class that only unleashed kindness for a specific group of extraordinary people.

Joining them really disdain human life and going along with the slave traders for profit, the Self-Help Society is just another source of chaos...

They may be more organized and more ambitious, but in the final analysis, they are just bullying regional powers, and there is no essential difference between them and Hisun Pharmaceutical, which is trying to conduct human trials on them.

Of course...

As an adult, Lu Fuyan will not be like a secondary two teenager with excessive hormone secretion, jumping anti-blackening and backstabbing allies when he disagrees.

Although what he saw and heard in the cockfighting ring tonight left many unanswered questions in his mind, he would find the right time to verify them with Miss Zhao one by one before redrawing his position.

"Aside from Gola's identity, there shouldn't be any change in the plan of action for tonight, right?"

"Miss didn't mention it, so it will be arranged according to what you said."

"Okay, let's just make a quick decision, and save yourself from staying here, it's annoying to watch."

Lu Fuyan vaguely gestured with his eyes to the direction where Mrs. Fengdie was.

"You go and say hello to the bar owner first, and say I'm going to cut the queue and help her settle tonight's farce."

"You've decided to go?"

"Yes."

“... No more waiting? ”

Lao Wu was well aware of the level of the Nightingale gladiator.

He didn't expect any miracles to happen, but he just felt that watching the two more battles on the sidelines could consume the opponent's physical strength after all, and by the way, it would also give Lu Fuyan some opportunities to understand the target.

"Gathering intelligence also requires fighting on both sides. It's so wasted now, it's just about watching Gilla's murder show – I'm not interested in that kind of show. ”

"How sure are you?"

"I'm not going to joke with my life."

"Okay, then I'll come when I go."

Lao Wu paused for a moment, but in the end he chose to respect Lu Fuyan's opinion and walked in the direction where Madame Fengdie was.

… Of course, he would not be arrogant and rush directly to report the situation to Yan Feng, this is tantamount to exposing the target in vain, which is useless in the situation of long-term struggle.

So the old captain first found the foreman who was previously responsible for maintaining order in the field, and then passed on the news indirectly through her.

In fact, the matter of cutting in line halfway to change the order of gladiators is not big or small...

Although the schedule is subjectively and completely controlled by the organizers, since the nightly dueling nightingale nightingale will open the market for customers to bet, it is likely to cause dissatisfaction among some gamblers if the new player is suddenly arranged.

Especially in a situation like today, there is just a gem on the front foot, and if the back foot arranges a "special guest", it will inevitably make people find fault and say that the organizer temporarily intends to control the gambling game.

- Here it must be clarified.

Not only today, but the nightingale bar, as a dealer, usually secretly instructs the boxers to skillfully arrange the victory and defeat to ensure that the boxing match continues to be profitable.

Even under the arrangement of Mrs. Fengdie, they also specially contacted newspaper reporters in the inner city to analyze the strengths and weaknesses of each fighter in the weekly "Toutuoling Weekly", and make a "reliable" six-dimensional radar map for gamblers' reference.

Some of these contestants are deliberately shaped into star contestants, with a look and style tailored to the target audience.

So strictly speaking, betting on a boxing match is basically equivalent to paying tickets to the show...

But tonight, because Mr. Zhou sent Rosea into the cockfighting ring, all the wins and losses in the ring became a veritable random event.

If someone can kill Guila's prestige, Madame Fengdie will definitely not care about losing a little gambling money and reputation.