According to Ivanov's logic, drinking alcohol is done in order to allow the stomach to absorb alcohol. When alcohol enters the bloodstream, it paralyzes the nerve centers, giving people a sense of intoxication and pleasure.

Vodka is a distilled spirit, and fifty-two proofs are naturally pure spirits. When you drink it coldly, there is no strong mouth of white wine, and when it enters your mouth, it slides into your esophagus with a strong smell of alcohol.

It wasn't until the wine got into the stomach that it made people feel excited. After seeing Chen Mo and Ivanov touching the bottle, the fierce man blew half a bottle to relieve his greasyness, and wanted to imitate it, but for the sake of his life and cardiovascular and cerebrovascular affairs, he still took a sip of it and put down the bottle with grinning teeth.

"How?" Ivanov grabbed a piece of oily bone marrow with his bare hands, picked up the garlic on it with a dagger, blew it and stuffed it into his mouth.

The rich aroma of garlic, meat, the greasy smell of bone marrow, and the milky aroma of butter are mixed together. It's a taste you'll never forget.

The fierce man couldn't say anything except a thumbs up. Chen Mo picked up a bone and blew the garlic and bone marrow into his mouth.

Finally, he pouted his bones.

"Absolutely." Chen Mo swallowed the bone marrow and poured vodka again, heartily. The fierce man also went to get it, and as soon as he got his hands, he was burned and threw things out with a bang.

Putting his hot and sore fingers on the wine bottle to cool down, the fierce man cursed: "You don't feel your hands, do you?" ”

"I can passively absorb internal energy and kinetic energy, and I don't feel it." Ivanov shook his head.

"I didn't feel much about the temperature when I came back from the mine."

"......" and the two in front of him are not normal human beings. Ivanov sucked the bone marrow into his mouth and looked at the fierce man: "You are also an alien?" The fierce man nodded depressedly: "Yes." ”

"Then why aren't you a combatant?"

"My ability has nothing to do with combat, it's a search ability, and it's far worse than you."

"Pheromone tracking?"

"Yes, but it's much more versatile than general pheromone tracking, and can be tracked hundreds of kilometers away." "Time is also different from normal pheromone trackers, and the limit can even be perceived up to a year ago. ”

"This is a very strong ability, no worse than me and Chen Mo's, but it doesn't work on a frontal battlefield." Ivanov put down the bottle: "If you have a wide range of versatility, your relative strength will be poor, and your ability will probably be easily blocked, right?" The fierce man came to his senses, and he pinched a bone with the fire tongs and carried it in front of him: "Yes, it is easy to be blocked, and other pheromone abilities can easily erase it if they find the source of the signal." ”

"Come, hand out." The fierce man didn't know where he was, but he still stretched out his hand. Ivanov's big hand clasped the palm of the fierce man, and immediately after, purple light lit up from Ivanov's chest.

As if a wave was conducted, the light surged towards the fierce man. The fierce man only felt a sharp pain in his entire arm, and his skin instantly cracked, like peeling fish scales.

"Ahhhh It hurts, it hurts, let go, it's going to die! The fierce man jumped up and tried to break free from Ivanov's clamps, but Ivanov's grip was tighter than the pliers, and the fierce man shook his hand bones loudly, and he couldn't get out of Ivanov.

Chen Mo looked at it and said nothing. Ivanov had no reason to harm the Fierce Man, and he could now feel a slight fluctuation in energy, which was clearly Ivanov's ability to the Fierce Man.

It's just that... Don't know what to do. After about ten seconds, the fierce man rolled his eyes in pain, tore his clothes, and climbed to the shoulder position before stopping.

Ivanov finally let go of his hand. The fierce man sat on the ground, holding his left hand, which had just been crushed by Ivanov, and groaned in pain.

"Are you alright?" Ivanov picked up the bottle.

"Do you think I'm okay? I... Yes!!! I'm fried! The cold vodka poured down his arm, and the unfinished words of the fierce man directly turned into a scream.

No matter how cold the vodka is, it's also a spirit... The alcohol got on his arm and soaked the tender flesh along the cracks, causing great pain.

It didn't take long for the fierce man to lie on the ground like a dead fish. Chen Mo really couldn't sit still.

"What is this?"

"Oh, I've strengthened his energy level, even if it's not level three, it should be about the same. Now his abilities aren't so easily blocked. "The fierce man wants to cry without tears.

Big brother, you have to say it, you don't say hello and come directly. At one point, he thought he was going to die.

"Then is my arm useless?" After a while, the fierce man stood up with his left arm in his hand, his face pale.

The severity of his left arm is now comparable to that of the soles of the feet at the end of athlete's foot, and the cuticles are rolled up high, revealing the tender flesh inside, and the slightest touch hurts the heart.

"No, just wait for the dead skin to fade." Ivanov picked up the bottle and began to drink as if nothing happened.

Chen Mo smiled bitterly and motioned for the fierce man to sit down.

"It's a little painful, but thank you." The fierce man took a large sip of vodka, spat water, and added, "No, it's a fucking thank you." Ivanov laughed.

"There is an old saying that people gather by like, and things are grouped, you and Chen Mo are the same kind of people." The fierce man lit a cigarette for himself with one hand.

"No, you and Chen Mo are the same kind of people, you can all let me see my milk." …… Donghuang's medical soldiers removed the cuticle on the fierce man's arm, so that the tender flesh inside was exposed, and the pain was unbearable.

Breaking Bad blended several combat drugs to create a blue-green color that looks like a highly toxic healing slime.

In the eyes of the fierce man in disbelief, Breaking Bad dug up a large piece and ate it, indicating that the thing was absolutely safe.

Seeing that the maker himself was full of confidence, the fierce man was relieved to apply it to the tender flesh of his arm. I have to say that Breaking Bad has two brushes, and after the ointment he made was applied to the tender meat, he quickly lost the burning sensation of the fire, because the ice chips and menthol in it even felt cool.

Just as the fierce man was about to ask the medic to put a bandage on the outside of the ointment, the Breaking Bad who had taken the ointment belched, fell to the ground and began to foam.

The fierce man hurriedly unwrapped the half-beaten bandage, and put his hand down to rinse under cold water like crazy. Chen Mo was also furious, grabbed the Breaking Bad, and got ready to ask why this grandson was poisoned.

As a result, before Chen Mo could make a move, Crazy Ivan and the mechanical boy also began to foam at the corners of their mouths, but the situation was better than that of the poisoner, at least they hadn't laid down yet.

The two of them were spitting on their chests. Hannibal had a look on his face. Chen Mo looked at the handsome middle-aged blonde man in his forties.

"What's going on?"

"A few of them saw that there were wild mushrooms that looked like lion's mane mushrooms, so they boiled them in soup." Hannibal's face was expressionless: "I said it was poisonous, and they didn't believe it." ”

"......" Chen Mo looked at the Breaking Bad Poison who was still foaming in his hand: "It's not a problem with the ointment?" ”

"The several medicines he mixed were either analgesic or anti-inflammatory, and certainly not a matter of ointment." The fierce man had just finished washing his hands, and his nose was almost crooked when he heard this sentence.

"Then why don't you say it?"

"You didn't ask." Hannibal spread his hands.

“……”…… After deploying potions to induce vomiting for several poisoned people, and after taking the simplest nutrient solution, Hannibal was about to go back to the camp to sleep, but was stopped by Chen Mo.

"You're a doctor?"

"Well, I was a doctor before I entered Alcatraz."

"What department?" Hannibal smiled.

"Not in the hospital, open a black clinic." Chen Mo handed Hannibal a cigarette.

"How did you get into Alcatraz?" Hannibal declined Chen Mo's cigarettes. He never smoked or drank.

"The hopeless sick can only continue to feel their suffering if they remain in the world, but some people do not want to see them die." Hannibal smiled: "I relieved them of their suffering." ”

"You ate them?" Hannibal did not respond. Chen Mo took back the cigarette: "Aren't you afraid of prions? ”

"Prions are not viruses, but a class of small, immune-free hydrophobic proteins that infect animals and replicate within host cells. The human body does not exhibit an immune effect on prions, does not induce interferon production, and is not subject to interference. Its greatest threat to humans is that it can lead to degenerative lesions of the central nervous system, which can eventually lead to death. Hannibal still smiled: "It is also generally believed that the consumption of infected animals can cause disease slowly through accumulation, especially cannibalism or similar behaviors that can cause prions to accumulate over generations, such as Kuru's disease on a small island in the Pacific Ocean on the old home planet." Authoritative medicine calls it protein homogeneous superposition, saying that this is the last bottom line of human beings... But I don't think so. Chen Mo listened with a big head, and he began to regret discussing this kind of issue with Hannibal.

"The reason why people are human beings is not because they abandon the risk of cannibalism and disease, but because they have the concept of morality in their hearts, know the moral norms, and abide by the bottom line of morality." Hannibal looked at Chen Mo: "It's like those who know that their relatives and friends will die but still try to save them, they are not people. ”

“……”

"I wanted to know if their hearts were black or not, so I did a lot of dissections." Yes, Chen Mo understood, this is a psychopath.

And it's a psychopath who claims to be righteous.

The answer is no. Their heart structure is exactly the same as that of ordinary people, and they are also human beings. But they would rather a person who has known each other for a long time and live without dignity die without dignity, and would rather spend tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars more to treat them, rather than generously admit their mistakes and give them a decent face. Hannibal looked up at the dark night sky: "Why? ”

"Aren't they saving people?"

"Ahh yes, save forty-eight hours. As long as there is no death within 48 hours after the injury, it cannot be regarded as a work-related injury. Hannibal looked at Chen Mo: "So they will try their best to prolong the death of the sick or wounded, even if they know that they can't be saved." Grieving family members and a corpse that was unrecognizable for vital signs were left behind. Chen Mo didn't speak this time.

I see. In a sense, Hannibal was righteous, but this justice was too deformed.

"You're a Stranger?"

"Level 1."

"What is an ability?"

"Absolutely precise, whether it's melee combat or surgery, I'm good at it." Hannibal flashed the scalpel in the bright sleeve: "Assassination will be a little." Chen Mo frowned: "I need to know that you will treat all the team members, and not think that someone has committed a great crime before and killed him like a messenger of justice." ”

"Of course, I know that you have a high moral bottom line, so I came along." Hannibal bowed his head to Chen Mo: "Captain." ”

"A lofty moral bottom line?" Chen Mo scoffed. His hands were soaked in blood, both the most heinous and the innocent.

He's not a good guy.

"I've been on Alcatraz for five years, and I know this is your second time on Alcatraz."

"So what?"

"I was suspicious of your identity when you first entered Alcatraz, after all, even Shang Feng had never enjoyed such strict restrictions. Later, when you left, I learned through watching Zhongbei News that you are a jealous and hateful night owl, a warrior who dared to shoot at the Jianqing Conference to face injustice and face a bleak life. Hannibal laughed and said, "Not bound by the law, and acting according to what I think is right, I thought they were a kind of human being." Chen Mo did not respond.

"So I started asking the prison guards to bring in an expensive newspaper every week and search for your news through the headlines in the north of the country, and I have never stopped for the past three years."

“……”

"I know that you died in battle for mining and then refuted the rumors, and you were framed for a series of legendary events such as the explosion of the mine and the overthrow of the city government. Shang Feng also praises you. Hannibal's eyes twinkled strangely.

It's nothing more than worship and yearning. Chen Mo interrupted his nonsense.

"Who is Shang Feng?"

"It's what everyone calls a crazy brother." Chen Mo became a little interested.

"Do you know how he died?"

"I was poisoned by Fu Chunlei." Hannibal knew a lot about the prison ward: "The method was very secretive, and he replaced the capsules that Shang Feng often ate with an ancient antibiotic. Shang Feng didn't know it, and after eating, he drank as usual, and in the eyes of those quacks in the prison area, Shang Feng died of alcohol poisoning. Chen Mo snorted.

He never expected to kill the wrong person, and the real murderer would get away with it and be his soil emperor on Alcatraz Island.

"You don't need to blame yourself, as long as you want to, something like this won't happen in the future." Hannibal bowed: "I believe that wisdom, like you, will see my value to you, and I am willing to do everything I can for you." ”

"Not for me, it's for the Pinghai Task Force."

"No, just for you." Hannibal said earnestly: "In return, I would like to ask you to do something for me. Chen Mo shook his head.

"You are not qualified to negotiate conditions."

"I'm a good person, and if you do me a favor, I'll be your most loyal subordinate, and I think it's valuable." Hannibal did not give up: "There must be a difference between being willing to do something and being willing to do your best for you." Chen Mo didn't have the nature to talk about it, yawned and prepared to go back to sleep, and he had to train with Ivanov early tomorrow morning.

"In the forest area of Xiacheng, Jiangyin, there is a huge underground laboratory in the original eco-city project, and Ac has a stake in the laboratory, and five years ago it was carrying out a secret plan." Hannibal said unhurriedly to Chen Mo's back: "This secret project is codenamed Phoenix, and it is inextricably linked with you or the people around you. And the target of my revenge happens to be related to them. Chen Mo's footsteps paused as he left, and he slowly turned around.

Under the dark light of the planetary belt, Chen Mo stared at Hannibal's eyes.

"Who the hell are you?"

"An unscrupulous black clinic doctor."