At the very center of the preparatory ceremony, the place seething with malice, looked like an entertainment center from the outside.
Under the dazzling neon lights, prostitutes and waitresses walked through the bustling crowd. The customers around them laughed impudently and touched their bodies with their large hands. More than half of the customers here did not look like good people. The other half might look normal on the surface, but how good could they be if they could survive here?
Chen Ang's body was considered well-proportioned and strong among Asians, but the people here were all European and American ghosts. Their muscles could handle three Billy's at the same time. An unfamiliar face like Chen Ang's would inevitably attract some ill-intentioned provocateurs.
After all, the least valuable thing here was people, but the most valuable thing was 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 around in surprise. He understood why someone would provoke him. This was the territory of the local gangs. Fighting here would undoubtedly be seen as a provocation to their authority. The idiot in front of him was marking his territory like a dog peeing, marking his prey.
If Chen Ang quarreled with them, the manager here would chase them all out.
In New York, a healthy adult male was worth a lot of money to the major research institutions. Whether it was used as an organ donor or as a test subject, it was a huge sum of money to this idiot.
"Steel Cone picked up a bargain …" someone around whispered enviously.
The black man had already squeezed through the crowd and stood behind Chen Ang. The stench of sweat immediately wafted over. Chen Ang looked at the plate of garlic pork in front of him regretfully. As Adam was born, this was the first time he had ordered a plate of authentic Chinese cuisine. Now, he could no longer eat it.
Chen Ang raised his head and asked the black man very seriously, "Do you want to die?"
He was speaking in Mandarin, but everyone there could understand him. Immediately, people's faces changed. Chen Ang noticed that one of the waiters had a terrified expression on his face and hurriedly left the scene. It was a pity that most of the people there did not have such a brain. Someone in the crowd sneered. The black man was stunned for a second and wanted to laugh too. "F * ck!"
Chen Ang picked up the chopsticks next to him and stabbed them into his carotid artery.
"Chi", blood spurted out from the small wound near the chopsticks. It sounded like the sound of the wind.
With the chopsticks blocking the artery, the blood loss from the carotid artery was not fast, but the sound was really like the wind. Steel Cone still had time to cover his neck. He opened and closed his mouth like a catfish that had lost water. His face slowly lost color, and his hands grasped helplessly. All of this happened quickly, and not many people were mentally prepared.
The moment the black man opened his mouth, the chopsticks appeared on his neck.
The word "f * ck" had yet to leave his mouth, but it had already become something that he would never be able to finish in his entire life!
The black man staggered and fell. Many people were still looking at the bamboo chopsticks. This time, they realized that the strange tableware on the table that was rarely used could also be a terrifying weapon.
It was not until Chen Ang pulled out another chopstick that the surrounding people finally reacted. Some people got up and prepared to leave, while others excitedly came over. The scene suddenly became chaotic.
The local manager reacted very quickly. Almost at the moment the black man breathed his last, he basically controlled the scene. A thug very nimbly pounced on Chen Ang, the steel core rubber roller in his right hand ruthlessly whipping at the right side of Chen Ang's face. But before he could see it clearly, Chen Ang's chopsticks stabbed into his ribs again. This time, it directly pierced through the gap between his ribs and into his heart.
When the chopsticks were pulled out, blood spurted out from his heart.
Then, a total of 15 people fell in the hall until someone successfully pointed a gun at Chen Ang's head. Other than the black man at the beginning, the rest did not even have time to react.
Seeing Chen Ang put down his chopsticks, everyone felt relieved.
No one here had ever thought that the light yellow bamboo chopsticks would become such a terrifying weapon.
"Should we tie him up?" One of the gunmen asked softly as five or six guns were aimed at Chen Ang's vital parts.
The leader of the gunmen stared at Chen Ang nervously and scolded, "Are you crazy? He's an Experimental. Who knows what kind of modifications he has gone through. Just let him stay quiet, I don't want to die yet! "
Therefore, the rest of the journey was peaceful. Chen Ang followed them to the underground of the entertainment center. After passing through a series of heavily guarded checkpoints, someone explained in a low voice, "This is a newly discovered Experimental. We don't know which laboratory he came from. Hmm! He's causing trouble in the center. All Experimental Subjects are like this, mentally unstable. "
"Let him go to Area C!" A man with half his face disfigured sneered.
Someone explained with a stutter, "We haven't figured out which laboratory he came from. His ability might be related to telepathy. If he's a valuable experimental subject …"
"Let him go to Area C!" the man repeated. "There's a new program today, and we need a batch of high-quality goods."
"The customers are tired of women and men being torn apart. We need something more exciting. This time, the boss wants to play it big! A modified human is a good concoction. "
Chen Ang could feel the boiling malice and filth rising with his words. A kind of hidden, complicated mental fluctuation that seemed to be mixed with all kinds of emotions enveloped the place. It was slowly changing everyone's mental state, corroding their minds.
"So, it's a ritual?" Chen Ang glanced at the people here, and his eyes were indifferent. "Then, these are the sacrifices? The Apocalypse's method is really an efficient garbage cycle! "
Then, he noticed that the person leading the way changed direction again and walked toward the Area. After passing through a regular circular corridor, Chen Ang could already feel the boiling atmosphere and mental power just a wall away from him. However, he still maintained his patience. At least he had to wait for the prey to enter, and this time, the prey was obviously unusually cunning.
The electromagnetic fluctuations in the air became very chaotic, but Chen Ang could still extract some things. The fragmented images were the surveillance cameras here, and they were all showing the surveillance and killing scenes of some fighting arenas.
There were women with half a tree on them. On the screen, white figures jumped and swayed fiercely. Bloody men, heavily injured, and half-dead people were dragged off the stage and thrown into the trucks with the corpses. Bloody, twisted, and rotten things were produced on their bodies, providing nutrients for the altar that shrouded this place.
There were also some images that made Chen Ang's eyelids twitch. Some clean, clear-eyed children were locked in cages in fear. There were many cages like this, and they were all below the two sides of the arena. There were also a few that were clearly specially picked out. They looked cute and beautiful, and their cages were hung in the air above the arena.
It caused sharp whistles and whistles from the stands on all four sides. They were the closest to the group of well-dressed, big-bellied middle-aged and old rich guests at the highest point of the stands. Some of the old women stuffed food into the cages as if they were feeding monkeys.
The old and wrinkled rich men looked at these youthful, energetic, and energetic bodies with jealousy and desire. A few of them stared at the most tender children with blazing eyes.
"I'm a little angry!" Chen Ang said seriously.
This time, no one understood what he was saying. Those gunmen carefully opened a heavy metal door, and two big men with fierce eyes took over the task of escorting Chen Ang. They brought Chen Ang to the door of a room that was sealed with special alloy. Chen Ang thought this was a prison, but when he entered, he discovered that it seemed to be a simple and crude lounge.
And there was already someone inside.
The lounge was decorated very simply. Against the wall was a wardrobe, and next to it were a few water taps. Further back was a heavy gate, which seemed to be a passage to the arena. On the other side of the wardrobe, there was already a person sitting on a chair.
He was wearing a dark red leather bodysuit. His hands were under his chin, and his head was lowered. The sound of Chen Ang entering did not seem to startle him at all.
Or rather, it had startled him, but he did not show it.
Because he did not need to raise his head. He was blind.
He was a superhero!
Chen Ang did not expect to see Super Daredevil here. Although he remembered that he was in New York, New York was now a dead city. Spiderman had left, and Chen Ang was surprised to see him.
"You smell blood, but your hands are clean?" Super Daredevil actually spoke. Chen Ang thought that he was a quiet person. He did not know how he knew that Chen Ang's hands were clean!
"I heard people outside say that you just killed fifteen people. With your hands? How did you do it? "
Chen Ang looked back at the gate and confirmed that it was at least four feet thick. Although the conductivity of metal was good, the thickness was a little too much. Then he looked at his hands. They were really clean. It did not look like he had just inserted chopsticks into more than a dozen people.
"To be exact, I used chopsticks. It's easy to keep it clean. You just need to be fast enough!" Chen Ang answered him.
When he pulled out the chopsticks, he needed to be fast enough so that the blood that spurted from the artery would not stick to his hand.
After saying this, Super Daredevil fell silent. Chen Ang had to take back his previous evaluation. He really was a quiet person.
Chen Ang focused his attention on the arena that was not too far away from them. There were no windows that allowed them to see the arena, but it did not matter to the two of them. One of them had no eyes, and the other did not need to use his eyes to observe. The similarity was that the sounds of the arena were not guarded against them. Although there was a thick gate blocking their view, both of them could clearly see what was happening in the arena.
To be continued.
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