The Road to Slaying God

"Then...then where did they get these cell specimens?" Zhang Yang looked at the green bottle and was speechless. It was really hard to imagine that the legendary dragon existed in modern society.

"Hey... Logically speaking, you have inherited countless elite memories, so you should be smart. Why can't you think of this? Do you know about the mammoths tens of millions of years ago? People have found their well-preserved corpses in glaciers. Dinosaurs know No? A large number of dinosaur corpses and bones have been discovered all over the world. Cells can be extracted from those bones and corpses. Even in some amber, the genetic cells of some ancient creatures can be found. "Jurassic" Have you seen "Park"?"

"I've seen it, I've seen it... I understand..." Zhang Yang nodded quickly. The resurrected dinosaurs in "Jurassic Park" are science fiction films with practical significance. With the genetic technology now mastered by humans, it is indeed not possible to resurrect many ancient creatures. Difficult matter.

"Well, that's it. If you find the ny Life Crypto Research Institute and you can't figure it out, just let me know and let me figure it out. Flash, I have to play backgammon with Liu Biao. This time, we can't lose. That guy and I The one who placed a bet..."

Before the little monk finished speaking, the laptop screen flashed and returned to the starting page. The little monk had disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Yang looked at the computer blankly, feeling confused for a while. It seemed that the little monk still didn't tell him how to save mankind, nor how he blocked the space channel.

Finding the yn Life Crypto Research Institute seems to be a distant task.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt something was wrong.

What's wrong?

This feeling of something wrong made him feel like ants gnawing at his heart. What was wrong? What went wrong?

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, drank a sip of tea, closed his eyes, and began to slowly recall the conversation he had just had with the young monk, bit by bit, without missing a word.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang broke into a cold sweat.

How does the young monk know that he has inherited the ideas of countless elites?

Finally, Zhang Yang found something wrong. It all happened because the little monk said something that he had inherited elite ideas. This had always been Zhang Yang's secret. He had never told anyone, but now, the little monk Got it... could the little monk penetrate deep into his soul? Obviously, this was impossible. Zhang Yang couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead. This feeling of being penetrated by others was very, very bad. It could be said that his biggest secret was no longer a secret among the little monks.

"Little monk!"

"Little monk!"

"Tell me, how do you know that I inherited countless memories?"

…

It's a pity that Zhang Yang's question just fell into the sea without any response. Obviously, the young monk couldn't have known that he was calling him, but didn't want to answer the question.

"Bang!" Zhang Yang slapped the chair hard, and the sturdy solid wood chair was shattered into pieces.

powerful!

powerful!

Only by being strong can you escape from the mercy of others!

Zhang Yang's body sat on the bed, and his upper body exuded a layer of moon-white brilliance. The brilliance seemed to be flowing, slowly rotating around the body, and gradually forming a huge vortex, which swallowed up the entire space. It was like a black hole that swallowed everything, as if all the light disappeared inside the black hole... Slowly, Zhang Yang felt a warm current flowing through his limbs, every meridian, every nerve, every blood vessel, every cell. , all immersed in that warm current.

The thoughts spread with the warm current!

I felt the surrounding environment, the quiet night in Mogadishu, I felt Liu Biao scratching his ear in front of his laptop with a worried expression, and even felt that the old man was making frequent phone calls while the old woman was being gentle. Massaging the old man... I felt the friction of the leather shoes of the military police patrolling Mogadishu.

Feel the gentle lapping of the waves and the gentle sea breeze.

Energy gathered around Zhang Yang's body, and the little Yin Mei, who had been sleeping, also woke up and jumped excitedly around Zhang Yang. The jumping speed became faster and faster. When it reached the back, it was like a silver thread around Zhang Yang's body. Keep going in circles... Zhang Yang felt that Yin Mei's body was desperately absorbing the gathered energy. At this time, Zhang Yang finally understood that due to his innate surname, little Yin Mei was unable to gather the energy in the air and could only extract it directly through the ore. Energy, only when the energy is absorbed to a certain distance, can Little Silver Charm be able to transform it into the energy of the evolved body.

Of course, things are far from as simple as Zhang Yang imagined. Not only is Xiao Yinmei's body unable to absorb a wide range of energy, it is also unable to extract energy from high-pressure and high-temperature environments. This is fundamentally different from Zhang Yang. To extract energy, Zhang Yang only needs to When the skill reaches a certain level, even the heat of engine combustion can be absorbed.

When practicing, time always passes the fastest.

When Zhang Yang finished his work, the sky turned white...

Early in the morning, after waking up Liu Biao, who had red eyes and was still in a daze, everyone went out from the hotel after breakfast. When they walked out of the hotel, Zhang Yang was stunned.

At the door of the hotel, a motorcade was parked. No, it should be said to be a combat force, a fully armed combat force. The only difference was that these people had no military rank. Obviously, this was a private armed force.

Five off-road vehicles with tow buckets, two relatively luxurious off-road vehicles, two wheeled armored vehicles, and two trucks. There are at least fifty fully armed soldiers with a variety of weapons. There are heavy machine guns on the off-road vehicles. , there were mortars, rocket launchers, submachine guns... When they walked out, immediately, a tall black man who looked like a leader strode out, and the old man also greeted him.

After the two met, they hugged each other warmly.

"Welcome back!"

"Nice to see you..."

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The two seemed to be very familiar with each other. After a while, everyone got on the bus and started driving around Mogadishu. They drove around for two full hours. During this period, the motorcade stopped six times along the way. At each stop, the old man managed the banknotes. There will be a lot less.

During this period, Zhang Yang also understood the nature of this team. They were the legendary mercenaries. The leader of this mercenary group and the old man were old friends, and they had a good relationship. Of course, the good relationship only meant that they had no credibility when it came to transactions. The problem is not that you can work for the old man for free.

At the same time, Zhang Yang also understood that the old man put all the money into some underground banks, turned it into legal income through some formal channels, and then transferred it to the old man's account in China. It is said that the reputation of these banks is very good, and they will never do it for They only spent hundreds of millions of dollars and lost the credibility they had finally established. Moreover, these underground banks like to establish money laundering networks in high-risk war-torn areas.

Of course, the charges for these money laundering channels are very high. A handling fee of 10 million is actually 2 million, which makes Zhang Yang heartbroken.

Seeing the old man arranging things in an orderly manner, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh, Jianghu is still very old. If it weren't for the old man, these tens of millions of dollars would be enough to give him a headache. This is the first time that he has troubled his brain because of too much money.

Of course, Zhang Yang soon discovered that the old man's energy was far greater than he imagined.

Less than a hundred kilometers after the convoy left Mogadishu, on the road, the convoy kept joining new convoys, and these joining convoys were all dragging a truck full of arms. Zhang Yang followed the old man roughly. After checking, there are almost all kinds of common weapons, including mortars, sniper rifles, fully automatic rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, various ammunition, and several large trucks full... "Old man, Where did you buy these things?" Looking at the brand-new guns, Zhang Yang's heart beat wildly. In China, it is not easy to get a pistol, but here, it is so crazy, just one night , I got so much weapons and ammunition, which was enough to fight a small-scale battle.

"Haha, in Somalia, as long as you have money, you can do anything, let alone these simple weapons. As long as you have money, I will get you planes and tanks. Do you know why I hired mercenaries in the first place? Is it? I’m afraid that those arms dealers will take advantage of them, so I invited the most famous mercenary organization in Somalia, because this organization has a long history and a good reputation, and ordinary people will give it some face."

The old man's thinking was very thorough and he had almost no idea, which even Zhang Yang couldn't help but admire.

On the nearly collapsed land highway in Somalia, the mighty convoy marched towards their destination, which was a seaside village, where they would meet Aze and where Zhang Yang's first base would be.

(To be continued)