Fantasy World Transmigration

?In the very center of this preparatory ceremony, the place where malice boiled looked like a casino from the outside.

Under the dazzling neon lights, prostitutes and waiters walked through the bustling crowd, and the customers around them laughed wantonly and rubbed their bodies with big hands. More than half of the customers here don't look like good people, and the other half may seem normal on the surface, but what kind of good things can survive here?

Chen Ang's figure can be considered well-proportioned and strong among Asians, but here are European and American ghosts and animals, and the muscles on his body can make three billies at the same time. A strange face like Chen Ang will inevitably attract some malicious people. provocateur.

After all, the least valuable thing here is people, and the most valuable thing is also people.

"Asian man" A black man stood up and gestured with his little finger: "Is yours this big?" He made an insulting gesture with his finger.

Chen Ang turned his head back in surprise. He understood why someone would be provocative. This is the venue of the local gang. Doing something here will undoubtedly be regarded as a provocation to their authority. The idiot in front of him is demarcating the territory, just like a dog Like peeing, mark your prey.

If Chen Ang quarrels with them, the managers here will drive them all out.

In New York, a healthy adult male is worth a lot of money in various research institutions. Whether it is used as an organ donor or an experimental product, it is a lot of money for this idiot.

"Let the steel cone pick up a bargain," someone around whispered enviously.

The black man had already squeezed away the onlookers and stood behind Chen Ang, and the smell of sweat immediately wafted towards his face. Chen Ang looked at the pile of garlic and white meat in front of him with regret. Since the birth of Adam, he ordered a very authentic Chinese dish for the first time, and now he can't eat it.

Chen Ang raised his head and asked the black man very seriously: "Do you want to die?"

He used Chinese, but everyone here could understand it. Immediately, some people's faces changed. Chen Ang noticed a waiter with a frightened expression and hurriedly left the scene. Unfortunately, most people here don't have such a brain. Sneering, the black man froze for a second and wanted to laugh: "Fack"

Chen Ang picked up the chopsticks at hand and inserted them into his carotid artery.

The sound of "嗤" sounded, and blood spurted from the small wound near the chopsticks, which sounded like the sound of wind.

The chopsticks were clogged, and the blood loss from the carotid artery was not fast, but the sound was really like the sound of the wind, and the steel cone still had time to cover his neck. He opened and closed his mouth like a catfish dehydrated, and his face slowly lost blood. , grasping weakly with both hands, all this happened not slowly from the beginning to the end, and not many people could be mentally prepared for it.

Almost the moment the black man opened his mouth, chopsticks appeared on his neck.

Falke, who hadn't said it yet, was just a mouth shape, but it had become something he couldn't finish speaking in his life!

The black man staggered down, and many people were still looking at the bamboo and wooden chopsticks. Only this time did they realize that the strange tableware that was rarely used on the table could also be a terrible weapon.

It wasn't until Chen Ang pulled out another chopstick that the people around finally reacted. Some people got up and were about to leave, while others came over excitedly, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

The local manager reacted very quickly. Almost at the moment when the black man died, he basically controlled the scene. A thug rushed towards Chen Ang very quickly.

The steel-cored rubber roller in his right hand slammed towards Chen Ang's right cheek, but before he could see clearly, Chen Ang's chopsticks penetrated into his ribs again, this time piercing directly into his heart from the gap between his ribs .

When I pulled out the chopsticks, the blood spurted out of my heart made a chirping sound.

Next, until someone successfully pointed a gun at Chen Ang's head, a total of fifteen people fell down in the entire hall. Except for the black man at the beginning, the rest didn't even have time to react.

Seeing Chen Ang put down his chopsticks, everyone put down their hearts.

No one here ever thought that the pale yellow bamboo chopsticks would become such a terrible weapon.

"Should we tie him up?" Five or six guns were aimed at Chen Ang's vitals, and one of the gunmen asked in a low voice.

The leading gunman stared nervously at Chen Ang, and scolded: "Are you crazy? He is an experimental subject, who knows what kind of transformation he has undergone, just keep him quiet, I don't want to die yet!"

So the rest of the journey was harmonious. Chen Ang followed them to the underground of this casino, and walked through a series of heavily guarded checkpoints. Every time, someone explained in a low voice: "This is a newly discovered experimental body. I don't know if it is He came from that laboratory! He caused trouble in the field, and all experimental subjects are like this, mentally unstable."

"Let him go to the district!" A half-disfigured man sneered.

Someone stammered and explained: "We haven't figured out which laboratory he is from. His ability may be related to telepathy. If it is a more precious experimental product."

"Let him go to the district!" The man repeated: "There is a new program today, and we just need a batch of high-quality goods."

"The guests are tired of shredded women and men. We need something more exciting. This time, the boss wants to play a big game! A reformer is a good spice."

Chen Ang felt that the boiling malice and filth were getting higher and higher following his words, a kind of hidden, complex, mental fluctuations that mixed almost all emotions shrouded the place, slowly changing everyone's mental state, corroding them mind.

"So it was a ceremony?" Chen Ang glanced at the people here, his eyes were indifferent: "Then these are sacrifices? Tianqi's method is really an efficient garbage cycle!"

Next, it can be found that the person leading the way changed direction again and walked towards that area. Passing through a usual circular corridor, Chen Ang could already feel the boiling atmosphere and mental strength of the place separated by a wall, but he still kept his patience and at least waited for the prey to get in, and this time the prey was obviously unusually cunning.

The electromagnetic fluctuations in the air became very chaotic, but Chen Ang was still able to extract some things. The fragmented images were the monitoring here, and all the monitoring and fighting images of some fighting arenas were shown on it.

There is a half-tree woman on the screen, white flowers jumping and swaying fiercely on the screen, bloody men fighting, seriously injured, half-dead people are dragged down and thrown onto the truck with the corpses, bloody, twisted, and rotten things are lying on them Produced on the body, it provides nutrients for the altar shrouded here, somewhere in the dark.

There are also some scenes that make Chen Ang's eyelids twitch. Some clean, clear-eyed children are locked in cages in horror. There are many such cages, all of which are under the sides of the fighting ring. Apparently they were singled out especially for their cute looks and Yin Li's, and their cages were hung above the fighting arena.

Arousing sharp whistles and whistling in the surrounding stands, they were closest to the group of well-dressed, potbellied middle-aged and elderly high-ranking guests at the highest stand, and some old and decrepit women stuffed food through the gaps in the cages like feeding monkeys.

Those aging, wrinkled rich people look at these youthful, plump and energetic bodies with envious or longing eyes, a few unusually fiery eyes, staring at the most immature children.

"I'm a little angry!" Chen Ang said seriously.

This time, no one could understand what he was talking about. The gunmen carefully opened a heavy iron door. Two men with fierce eyes took over Chen Ang's escort job. The door of the sealed room, Chen Ang thought it was a prison, but when he went in, he found that it seemed to be a simple lounge.

And there are already people inside.

The lounge is very poorly furnished. There is a closet next to the wall, several faucets next to it, and a heavy gate at the back, which seems to be the passage leading to the fighting arena. There is already a person sitting on the chair on the other side of the closet.

He was wearing a dark red leather tights, put his hands under his chin, and lowered his head. The sound of Chen Ang coming in didn't seem to disturb him at all.

In other words, he had already been alarmed, but he didn't show it.

Because he doesn't have to look up, he's blind.

He is a superhero!

Chen Ang also didn't expect to see Daredevil here, although he was in New York in the impression, but now New York is already a dead city, Spiderman has left, and Chen Ang was surprised to see him .

"You smell like blood but your hands are clean?" Daredevil actually spoke, and Chen Ang thought he was a relatively silent person. I don't know how he judged that Chen Ang's hands were clean!

"I heard people outside say, you just killed fifteen people, with your hands? How did you do that?"

Chen Ang looked back at the gate, and made sure that it was at least four feet thick. Although the conductivity of the metal was good, the thickness was too much. Then he looked at his hand again, it was indeed very clean, and he couldn't see it at all. Just after he came out, he inserted chopsticks into more than a dozen people.

"To be precise, I use chopsticks. It's easy and fast enough to keep it clean!" Chen Ang answered him.

When pulling out the chopsticks, do it quickly enough so that the blood from the artery will not stick to your hands.

After saying this, Daredevil fell silent, and Chen Ang had to take back his previous evaluation, he was indeed a very silent person.

Chen Ang focused his energy on the fighting arena not far from them. There is no window to see the fighting arena, but it doesn't matter to the two of them. One of them has no eyes, and the other doesn't need to use eyes to observe. The same thing is The sound of the fighting arena was undefended to them. Although there was a thick gate blocking them, both of them could clearly know what was happening on the arena.

to be continued