Fang Wen swiped with his right hand, and the laser gun spewed out more than a dozen strong lights, accurately hitting the old-fashioned firearms in the hands of those strong men.
The high temperature melted the barrel and a red glow came out of the butt.
The men with hideous faces screamed in horror, and at the same time let go of their guns and jumped up screaming with their scalded palms.
Peterman's face became extremely ugly, a pair of bean-sized eyes flashed with a fierce light, he turned his head to look at Fang Wen, and suddenly stretched his head towards Fang Wen hard.
He yelled, "Come on, shoot me in the head."
Hahaha, they all say that the person killed by the laser gun will not hurt, come, give me a shot in the head and kill me, and then you have to accompany me to death" Dense footsteps came from all around the small room, and Fang Wen's mental fluctuations swept around, and he found that hundreds of strong men with various murder weapons surrounded him.
The ten members of the Shura team in the gladiatorial arena strode closer with numb faces, and gradually a red light like a beast's desire to kill and blood appeared in their eyes.
Peterman let out a smug laugh, he stood up, grabbed Fang Wen's right hand holding the gun, aimed the muzzle of the gun at his eyebrows, and roared in a low voice: "Come, pull the trigger, just one shot, I'll die" Fang Wen looked at Peterman gloomily, his left hand gently tapped on the arm of the chair, and after a full three minutes, he asked coldly, "Really shoot" A wisp of eerie spiritual coercion rushed into Peterman's soul, his face turned white violently, and two stream-like blood springs flowed from his nostrils.
Peterman's fat body trembled constantly, and the white flesh on his body shook in waves, making a subtle crackling sound of flesh impact.
He gritted his teeth fiercely, and reluctantly squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Shoot, let's die together." ” After pondering for a moment, Fang Wen casually stuffed the laser gun into his pocket.
Peterman's body slacked violently, and he almost didn't sit on the ground with his ass on his ass.
But almost in the blink of an eye, his body tensed up again.
The sparse and fluffy fat all over his body shook violently, and the flesh fluctuated again, and Peterman greedily looked at a potion that Fang Wen had taken out of his pocket with a thumb-thick, finger-long, and shimmering pale golden light.
"It's," Peterman swallowed violently, and he shuddered and reached for the potion.
Fang Wen turned his fingers and held the potion in the palm of his hand.
He grabbed the potion in his palms and rubbed it slowly, looking at Peterman with a smile: "You know this thing gene repair liquid, and it is a special model for the military department."
Extremely pure and easily absorbed, this stick can effectively extend the life of a high-ranking citizen by 50 years.
For a native, it can not only extend the life span of the native, but also adjust his body, make him healthier, have a stronger immune system, and even increase a certain degree of brain development. ” Suddenly threw the potion at Peterman, whose eyes were glowing green, and Peterman hurriedly caught the potion, held it tightly, and pressed it to his heart.
"The ten members of the Shura team belong to me, and this potion belongs to you.
Fair and reasonable, Mr.
Peterman thinks of it" Fang Wen lifted Erlang's legs, took the teacup and drank it all, and looked at Peterman with a smile.
Taking a long breath, Peterman nodded without hesitation, and he said in a deep voice: "The members of the Shura team are a family, and there are forty-seven of their relatives. ” Nodding nonchalantly, Fang Wen said lightly: "Give me all their identity cards, they have nothing to do with you from now on." ” Peterman nodded vigorously, stretched out his right hand and said impatiently: "Deal" Fang Wen stretched out his hand and gently touched Peterman's sweaty fat palm, and said with a smile: "Deal."
Mr.
Peterman is a wise man.
Hehe, but... ” Peterman, who had just shown a hint of a smile, suddenly became nervous, he took two steps back with the potion, and his fat face twitched and asked, "But what?"
"Hmm" Fang Wen shook his head, casually threw the teacup on the ground, stood up and stretched, and then said leisurely: "However, the name of the Shura team."
It can be seen that Mr.
Peterman has a bit of research on ancient culture, Shura, a synonym for a god race, but they don't like to kill.
The Shura team should be the Asura team.
Asura, the god of the heavens, is the clan name of the demons, they like to kill, they are so full of murderous energy. ” The corners of Peterman's mouth twitched rapidly, and he smiled dryly, "You are so knowledgeable.
However, I don't know anything about the so-called ancient culture, and I also heard some guests talk about the name of Shura, and I think the name is good, so I used it when I formed the Shura team.
Actually, where do I know the origin of Shura and Asura?"
"You don't know ancient myths and legends" Fang Wen clasped his hands in front of his chest, tilted his head and looked Peterman up and down for a while, and shook his head gently: "Forget it, the person is mine, I took it away." ” After a few pats on Peterman's shoulder, Fang Wen lazily walked out of the private room, pointed to the ten strong men of the Shura team and said, "You are my people now."
Go and get dressed, take your relatives with you, and come with me.
After that, ten of you will help me with my life, and I will be responsible for providing for your relatives and you.
Well, work hard for me, the treatment is a hundred times better than this fat pig" The members of the Shura team looked at Peterman at the same time.
Peterman exaggeratedly waved his two fat arms and exclaimed, "Ah, yes, this gentleman is right, you are free, you are no longer my gladiators in the gladiatorial arena."
Your relatives are no longer my slaves, take them away, and then follow this gentleman to enjoy the blessings This gentleman is not a person from the seventh underground layer, I can see at a glance the rich aura of his body, he is a superior person in the upper class, you are blessed, damn it, leave me your equipment" Peterman rushed to the members of the Shura team, kicked them fiercely, stripped them of their tomahawks and shields, and ordered several of his subordinates to carry the murder weapons into a stone house.
Then Peterman squeezed out a bright smile, bowed to Fang Wen and said, "Honorable sir, what else do you need in my gladiatorial arena, and thousands of warriors?"
Bowing was a very difficult task for Peterman, and his waist was just bent more than thirty degrees, and the fat on his stomach was overwhelming.
He straightened up panting, a pair of small eyes blinked quickly at Fang Wen, and the expression on his face was undoubtedly in Fang Wen's words: "Okay, your strong dragon crossing the river should leave quickly, uncle, I don't want to see you again." ” Shrugging his shoulders, Fang Wen casually took out a few handfuls of chrome coins from his pocket and threw them on the ground, and said lightly: "This is the scalding fee for those brothers, take care of it." ” He waited for a few minutes, and the ten strong men of the Shura team wore a set of tattered leather coats and led dozens of men, women, and children with haggard faces.
Fang Wen hugged Peterman hard, didn't mind his sweaty face, pouted and kissed him on the forehead, patted his heart warmly, and laughed loudly: "Mr.
Peterman, our cooperation this time is very pleasant.
I think we'll see each other again.
You're a nice guy, really."
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Slapping Peterman's face vigorously, slapping the meat bag on his face with a crackling sound, Fang Wen greeted the people of the Shura team, and swaggered away with them.
Peterman's hundreds of fierce and vicious subordinates looked at the people of the Shura team with envy, and their eyes kept glancing at the large number of chrome coins on the ground.
There are about more than 100 chrome coins, and the denominations are all 500 large-denomination chrome coins, more than 50,000 chrome coins, which can buy nearly 100 lives in the seventh underground floor, not to mention medical expenses.
"These lucky guys."
The obscene middle-aged man came to Peterman's side and muttered in a low voice: "Boss, do you really just let them go without the Shura team, the attractiveness of our gladiatorial arena has dropped a lot, you see" Peterman held the potion tightly, and his originally rude and savage face showed a hint of wisdom, he squinted his eyes and said indifferently: "We can't afford to provoke this person." ” He checked the potion and sneered: "Bill, look at the logo on the shell of this genetic repair solution, the special goods provided by the military department, only officers at the rank of colonel can exchange them with their own merit points."
There's no need to provoke him for the sake of a Shura team, and you know how much I need such a high-grade and high-purity genetic repair solution. ” Seeing Bill's grim face, Peterman smiled.
He pulled a palm-sized instrument out of his pocket and tossed it to Bill: "Look at the data on the scanner."
This guy's physical strength has exceeded the highest calibration of the scanner - his physical strength exceeds that of a normal person by one hundred and fifty times, and his internal strength is at least forty jiazi or more, you also have internal strength, even if the physical strength reaches one hundred and fifty times that of a normal person, can you accommodate the internal force of forty jiazi?"
Bill's face became extremely ugly, and he hissed in horror: "He has already refined Qi and returned liquid, how old is he refining Qi and returning liquid, only if he compresses the true qi, his body can hold so much true qi, otherwise, even if his physical strength exceeds two hundred times that of a normal person, the true qi of forty Jiazi is enough to support him" "Yes, a colonel as powerful as those monsters, refining qi and liquid, and not more than twenty years old.
Peterman sneered a few times: "Let's wait and see the excitement, such a character is a genius who is noticed even among those who claim to be like gods, such a person will actually come to our seventh underground floor to see that those chaotic parties have fun" Shaking his head, Peterman ordered with a gloomy face: "Report to the elders about today's events, and suggest that the elders give an order to let the brothers all retreat to their bases and stop moving." ” Bill nodded, his obscene face showing a trace of sacredness and solemnity that was completely inconsistent with his honor, and he sighed in a low voice, "Those damn rebels, they will affect us every time. ” Peterman shook his head and turned to leave.
He muttered: "Shura Asura Hmph, Bill, this time we will select nine people to reorganize our core team, well, it's called the Nine Heavenly Dragons."
Fang Wen led the people of the Shura team to walk endlessly in the bazaar.
In his left ear, a small earbud was coming out of a small earbud with subtle but clear words.
Fang Wen suddenly laughed: "The Nine Heavenly Dragon Team is interesting, this guy is really interesting."
He deliberately came up with these specious names, what kind of scanner can scan my body strength without I knowing, which is a function that only the large medical equipment of the base medical center has.
Hey, funny, really funny" Turning his body violently, Fang Wen almost collided with the gray-haired strong man walking behind him.
The strong man reacted extremely quickly, and seeing that Fang Wen was about to crash into his body, he hurriedly took a step back.
Touching his nose, which he had almost suffered, Fang Wen looked up at the strong man who was more than two heads taller than himself, and nodded: "You are the captain of the Shura team."
The strong man nodded, looked at Fang Wen expressionlessly, and said hoarsely: "Nangong...
Nangong Sha, my name is Nangong Sha.
They are my sons and grandsons.
He pointed to the members of the other nine Shura teams, and slowly introduced: "My sons Nangong Fei, Nangong Yi, Nangong Dun, and six grandsons Nangong 1, Nangong 2, Nangong 3, Nangong 4, Nangong 5, and Nangong 6. ” A ray of light flashed in Fang Wen's eyes, and he glanced at Nangong with pity.
Poor man, Fang Wen could almost guess his life's journey.
When he became a gladiator in the gladiatorial arena, he was called Nangong Sha because he had killed countless people, but at that time, he still had a certain hope in his heart.
Therefore, when his son was born, the eldest son was named Nangong Fei, hoping that he could soar into the sky.
But when his second son was born, he only hoped that his second son could live an easy life, so he was famous.
And when the third son was born, a word of escape vividly portrayed his helplessness to get away from the bloody killing life of gladiators.
Subsequently, when six grandchildren were born one after another, Nangong Sha, who had lost all hope, simply named them with numerical numbers.
This is a person who has been wiped out of all hope in life, and everyone is just fighting desperately in the gladiatorial arena by instinct to feed their relatives.
"Follow me, and maybe one day you can regain your original name."
Fang Wen glanced at Nangong Xu, took out a handful of chrome coins and threw them to him, pointed to a wine shop next to him and said, "You take your family in to rest, eat something, drink some wine, I have something to do." ” Nangong took the chrome coin numbly, and looked blankly at Fang Wen as if a wisp of flowing water had melted into the sea, but he disappeared in just a few sliding steps, and a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"My real name" Nangong Xu's dry lips squirmed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "I, can I still restore my real name?"
Fang Wen had already rushed back to Peterman's gladiatorial arena, and watched from a distance as Peterman and a few henchmen got into a cart dragged by underground lizards and slowly rushed to the other exit of the market.
Fang Wen smiled and easily followed behind them
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