There is some silence in the huge and luxurious room.
There is a gilded carved coffee table, a lounge chair made of Siberian tiger skin, a marble floor edged with gold powder, a wine rack filled with famous wines in the old days, and a carved display with complicated patterns.
Various weapons were bought on the table.
It is roughly estimated that each of these weapons requires ten years of hard work by a high-level cybernetic.
However, who would have thought that such an "expensive" room that is hard to imagine is actually a ward?
Standing in the center of the room is a huge repair and nutrition warehouse.
Various sophisticated medical equipment are placed outside the repair warehouse, and through the transparent cabin, a full-body male is lying quietly inside, with his head The lower body was soaked in expensive nutritional repair solution.
This store of repair solution was as valuable as the weapons placed on the display table, and the man who was still sleeping had changed the solution several times.
A young and beautiful nurse walked to the repair warehouse as usual and carefully recorded the data displayed on the repair warehouse.
That toned body has almost the most perfect muscle curves, but the only drawback is that countless white marks and scars cover every part of his body.
It was at this moment that the man who had been sleeping for a long time finally opened his eyes.
The fluid in the repair cabin automatically sank and emptied.
The hatch was slowly opened, and the naked man walked out.
"You're awake?"
The little nurse immediately lowered her head, her delicate face turning red from nervousness or shyness.
"Where is this?"
The naked man took the clothes handed to him by other nurses who hurried over.
"Master Fan, this is a special care ward.
Wards of this size are usually only open to generals.
You are the only one who can enter here without the rank of general."
Another nurse came in a hurry.
Van nodded and put on his loose clothes.
"Did we win?"
he asked suddenly.
The nurses were stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, "Sir, of course we won, didn't you repel the imperial invasion in one fell swoop?"
The nurses were a little confused, but they looked at Fan with unabashed admiration. .
Fan frowned slightly.
Although he admitted that countless Imperial people died under his own hands, he could not remember when he repelled the Imperial invasion in one fell swoop, because before that, he had already passed out from exhaustion.
"Master Fan, did you really defeat hundreds of Imperial people in the blink of an eye?"
"Yes, yes, I heard them say that Master Fan even knocked away a dozen elite mutants with one punch."
"Eh, is it a dozen?
Why did I hear people say it was dozens?"
The two young nurses were debating here.
After that, they all looked at Fan, hoping to get an accurate answer from the person involved.
Fan was a little dumbfounded.
He didn't know where these incredible rumors came from.
Looking at the enthusiasm and admiration on the faces of the young nurses, he shook his head.
"These are all fake."
"Hey, look, Master Fan is indeed very humble."
"That's right, everyone says he is powerful.
Many people say they saw with their own eyes that Master Fan blocked the attack of thousands of imperial people.
So many people saw it.
Could it be that he is fake Master Fan?
It’s really so humble.”
Fan blinked numbly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
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"I'm getting out of here," he said at last.
"No, no, the generals have already said that we should inform them immediately as soon as you wake up.
You don't know that during the five days when you were asleep, almost all the generals have been here.
I have never seen them before.
There have never been so many generals who cared so much about one person at the same time, but if it is Lord Fan, then this is what should be done," the little nurse said in an extremely admiring tone.
"I'm leaving now."
"No, what if you are in danger?
You are the hero of all of us, the savior of the Angel of Death."
"Isn't there no enemy here anymore?
Moreover, if I have the ability to save the Angel of Death, do you think I might still encounter so-called danger?"
"What Lord Fan said seems to make sense."
A young nurse nodded.
"But even so, we can't let you leave alone.
This is the order given to us by the generals."
Fan frowned slightly, "In this case, then find one of you to accompany me to leave.
I will only leave for a short while and then come back.
The others will inform the generals.
In this case, you are not violating the general's order. " "Hey, this method seems good, but who should I choose?"
"Me me" "Choose me, choose me" For a time, Fan was almost completely entangled with them.
In the end, Fan casually clicked on a little nurse, and this little nurse was the one who first discovered that he was awake.
Then, Fan was helped by the little nurse's irresistible "help".
Next, he finally walked out of the room dressed in hospital clothes.
Walking in the inner-city hospital with constant flow of people, Fan finally felt what it means to be under the spotlight and what it means to be unable to move even an inch.
He had just walked out of the medical building where everyone who saw him would bow and bend to him.
He was surrounded by a crowd at the gate.
Most of these people were ordinary humans without fighting ability.
They started the war.
At that time, they could only hide in the inner city and place all their hopes on the organization.
Therefore, Brahman, who "saved" them, became the best object for them to vent their excitement for the rest of their lives.
Finally, with the "help" of the little nurse, he finally escaped from the increasingly crowded crowd, got into a vehicle specially provided by the generals, and quickly left the hospital.
Mark, as a real Cyborg warrior who survived the battlefield, has been very prosperous these days.
The reason is very simple, because it is said that he has fought side by side with Fan, and someone has confirmed that this is true.
However, those who cannot see the true face of Brahma can only understand the hero who saved them through him.
Therefore, Mark, who had nothing to do in the past few days after the war, spent almost every day in the bar, because he had never felt the feeling of being admired by others before.
"If you ask me when Fan Cong and I met, then I can tell you that we met as early as three days and three nights during the Survival Trial, and we cherished each other at that time.
There is an old oriental idiom that says it right: heroes think alike."
"Brother Mark, it seems that it should be called feeling like an old friend at first sight."
A weak voice came from the crowd sitting around Mark.
"Shut up, you talk too much.
Do you still want to hear it?"
Mark was a little embarrassed after being exposed.
"Brother Ma, please leave him alone and continue talking.
This kid has never had any sense of value."
"That's right, your lord has a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as him."
Mark nodded with satisfaction and cleared his throat.
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"Uh, where are you talking about?"
Mark blinked.
He really forgot this time.
However, the audience obviously did not dare to speak easily for fear of getting into trouble again.
So Mark felt angry and itched his teeth in his heart, but on the surface he was not.
Lively.
"Forget it, in that case, I'll just tell you a story about the major things that Fan and I did together during this war," Mark added.
"Do you know how scary mutants were before the blood mist appeared?"
Looking at these ordinary humans with wide eyes and faces full of desire for answers, Mark grinned without any trace.
"One of their forearms is as thick as your thighs, and one punch can forcefully break a wall.
I and Fan worked together and spent a lot of effort to capture him alive.
Do you know how long that battle was?"
Is it dangerous?
We fought from one end of the street to the other Countless houses were smashed by us.
In the end, I relied on my wisdom and Fan's strength to capture the kid.
From then on, we got the news about the blood poison from his mouth.
This is why Fan can Reasons to resist blood poisoning"
Mark talked eloquently, regardless of the authenticity of these things, just the fact that he created his own image as a Brahman equivalent can make people laugh, but just deceiving these ordinary people is enough, after all, those who are watching the transformation Human soldiers have no time to expose him.
"When it comes to capturing this high-ranking mutant in the empire, we have to mention Qiangwei.
If it weren't for saving her, Boss Fan wouldn't have separated from me, and he wouldn't have suffered so many injuries later," Mark said shamelessly.
Said, in fact, Qiangwei was already unconscious at that time, and she had no idea what happened next.
Even if someone asked her for confirmation, she couldn't explain it.
"Brother Ma, it turns out you are so powerful, but why weren't you famous before?"
asked a young girl.
"Hi, Mr.
Fan and I are actually the same type of people, low-key, low-key, you know?"
Mark drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Then the people around him showed expressions of understanding and admiration.
But just when Mark was about to continue speaking, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar face behind the crowd.
"Boss Fan" Mark exclaimed and stood up quickly instinctively.
Everyone turned their heads, and when they discovered that the person standing behind them was indeed Fan, the entire bar was drowned in deafening cheers.
"Fan, sign your name for me."
"Fan, my daughter likes you very much.
Let's take a photo together."
"Van, thank you for saving us" The noisy sound completely overwhelmed the music in the bar.
In fact, when Fan appeared, the DJ guy who was knocked unconscious by the drunk Fan hurriedly turned down the music himself.
Seeing that Fan was surrounded by everyone, Mark was slightly relieved.
He didn't know how long Fan had been listening here, but once Fan exposed him in public, he would be ruined.
But Fan obviously didn't have such leisure, and he didn't bother to expose Mark.
He never valued these things.
So he gently pushed away the crowd and walked to Mark's side.
"Boss Fan, you're here and you didn't even notify me when you woke up."
Mark touched his bald head.
"Since you are alive, then Qiangwei should be alive too."
Fan asked.
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"Of course I will protect her with my life.
After all, she is your woman."
As soon as Mark said this, he immediately regretted it, but fortunately, Fan did not pursue it.
"Has Mandala come back?"
Fan asked again.
"No, I haven't seen him since the war."
Mark shook his head.
After a long time, Fan asked again, "Do you know where the corpses who died on the battlefield went?"
Mark immediately shook his head, and then seemed to think of something, sighed and said softly, "Sorry, Mr.
Van, people can't be resurrected, Atta."
Before Mark finished speaking, Fan turned and left, as if he didn't want to hear Mark's consolation.
Seeing Fan's back disappear into the crowd, Mark sighed and picked up the wine glass, only to find that the glass was already empty of wine.
After Fan left, the crowd gathered around Mark again, but this time their enthusiasm was even higher than ever before.
The fact that Mark and Fan knew each other no longer needed to be proven, and it seemed that the two had indeed fought together.
"Brother Ma, it turns out you really know Fan.
I thought you were lying to us at first."
A young and beautiful girl looked at Mark with admiration.
"Are you kidding?
Am I that kind of person?
Do you see?
Not only do I know Fan, but the first person he comes to when he wakes up is I don't believe it.
Look at the hospital clothes he is wearing.
You don't understand the relationship between us at all.
Are they life and death friends who have been on the battlefield together?"
Mark grinned proudly.
"Brother Ma, I heard you mentioned a woman named Qiangwei."
An ordinary human asked with a gossipy face.
"You want to hear this?"
Mark winked teasingly, "Oh, I'm a little thirsty, but I have no more wine."
"I'll do it, I'll do it."
Someone hurriedly grabbed the cup and immediately filled Mark with a cup.
Mark took a sip, and then said slowly and mysteriously, "If you want to talk about the relationship between Rose and Vatican, I can talk to you for three days and three nights":