The next day, in a dilapidated cabin on the edge of the empire, Fan was being "examined" lying on the workbench.
"It's weird, it's weird and impossible."
The dirty Shield carefully kneaded Fan's arm.
"Bend your arm, yes, bend it to the limit."
He said without raising his head.
Fan moves according to the command.
A normal person's arms are parallel to the body, and the wrist can never wrap around the shoulder after bending the arm.
However, this law is of no use to Fan.
Shield scratched his messy beard, and then slashed Fan's lower knee with a forceful knife, without any knee-jerk reaction.
"It's amazing, it's amazing," the old man couldn't help but exclaimed, "Use overclocking and let me see.
Don't look at me like that.
Even if it's not overclocking, it's not much different anyway."
Then Fan started to vibrate his right arm in a small amount.
In fact, this skill was not mastered through learning, but after Fan woke up, he naturally understood the basic method of use.
The generation of this tremor did not rely on excessive skills. , but a special physiological structure.
"You brat, just let me take a look.
Just for a moment, as long as you promise me, I can give you whatever you want."
Shields, who was puzzled, begged with a face full of begging.
"Impossible."
Fan categorically refused, and was vaguely prepared to counterattack at any time.
"Alas" looking at Fan with a determined expression, Shields slapped the carving knife he was always holding tightly on the workbench, "If you don't let me dissect, I won't teach you bomb-making techniques."
"It doesn't matter, then don't even think about having the chance to study me."
Fan replied calmly.
"You, you, you" Shields' body trembled with anger, but there was a faint hint of tremor, suddenly.
"Oh, my dear apprentice, don't be angry with the master, okay?
Just agree to be the master, just for a moment, just for a moment.
I promise, master, that you won't see any wounds afterwards.
If I lied to you, you will punish me.
Completely abandoned by the Almighty Lord, he will never be able to turn over again."
Sheard's fallout was as fast as he flipped through the Bible.
One moment it was full of anger, the next moment it turned into salivating prayers, and finally it was solemn and solemn.
But the more he behaves like this, the less Fan will believe him.
In just the past day, he had almost been fooled by this old guy several times.
Shield said that in order to learn his skills, one must first become a disciple, so Fan first became a disciple for no apparent reason, and then the old guy immediately used his identity to suppress him.
He forced Fan to agree to his anatomical research.
Fortunately, Fan didn't like the word master at all, so the old guy's conspiracy failed.
After being rejected, Shield's subsequent methods were even more despicable.
First, he sneaked into Fan's room at night and made a sneak attack.
After he was knocked out of the way the moment he opened the door, the old god immediately praised him.
Fan's alertness was euphemistically called Fan adding a lamp, and he put the kerosene lamp in his hand on the table.
If Fan hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he was holding it in his other hand.
The pistol loaded with tranquilizer bullets can really be fooled by his flawless acting skills.
Of course, that kerosene lamp is not a serious thing.
The medicine powder added in it is fully burned and can make an adult elephant coma for a whole day.
But fortunately, these things pose no threat to Fan.
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Those medicines that enter his body will immediately It was completely metabolized by purple blood and organs.
He could even resist the ice source known as the "cyborg killer", let alone a small drug.
When Shield's plan failed, he tried another one.
This time he actually added a strong drug to his breakfast.
It was this time that Fan Yingou almost capsized.
He did not expect that the effect of this powerful drug would be so strong that he would be defeated by the effect before he could metabolize it.
And when he finally metabolized completely, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was that Shield was holding a sharp carving knife and was about to cut his arm.
At that time, Fan turned over and kicked Sheld hard on his excited and flushed face.
If he hadn't just ended his coma, his body would still be in a limp and weak state.
His kick could really kill Shields, but even so, the old guy was knocked unconscious by the kick.
Therefore, although Fan was lying on the workbench, he never gave up his vigilance.
He never knew when this old guy, who was sometimes sanctimonious, would take advantage of him.
Looking at Fan without saying a word, Shields had no choice but to do anything.
"It's time to fulfill your promise.
It's time to teach me how to make bombs."
Fan walked down from the workbench.
"Hmph."
Sheld grunted and glanced at Fan, "No matter how big or small, is this the tone of conversation between you and the master?"
"You have to be the master yourself.
I don't have the will to agree urgently.
I think it is more reasonable for us to maintain our relationship through cooperation and transactions."
"It's reasonable and reasonable.
If you don't let me dissect it, I will never be able to understand your situation.
The basis of transaction is fairness.
I don't see any fairness."
Fan frowned slightly after hearing this, "I've already given you ten milliliters of blood, don't push yourself too far."
At this point, Fan's face already showed dissatisfaction.
If there were outsiders here, they would be sympathized by Shield's acting skills.
But Fan, as the person involved, clearly knows how shameless this old guy is.
As soon as he talked about Fan's blood, Shield's eyes began to shine.
He hurriedly took Fan's hand and put on a cordial tone, as if the previous unpleasantness had never happened.
"Good disciple, can you give me more, master?"
Ten milliliters or five milliliters is fine.”
Fan immediately broke away from Shield's hand and refused without hesitation, "Impossible, ten milliliters is the maximum amount."
"That's right."
Shields didn't insist but looked thoughtful, "Your blood is indeed weird.
It must be difficult to produce such high activity."
Shield frowned and thought, and after a long time he relaxed his frown and said, "Good disciple, let's make a deal."
"explain."
"I will help you produce more new blood, but you have to promise to give me twenty milliliters.
Don't worry, the amount of blood produced will definitely be more than this."
"Can I trust you?"
Fan instinctively questioned.
"Master, when have I ever lied to you?"
Shields said boldly.
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"I will decide whether to agree to you or not after seeing the result."
Fan replied calmly.
"Deal."
Sheard made the decision on the spot.
"Muka, go ahead and call that brat Kane."
Sheld shouted at the top of his lungs, and drove Fan out of the inner room.
The sound insulation effect of this inner room is surprisingly good.
Even if you shout inside, you can only hear a vague sound outside.
Soon, Kane, who had been chopping firewood outside the door, pushed open the door and said, "Master, you are looking for me."
Shields stroked his beard in a pretentious manner, "I heard that you have never accepted the mutant transformation."
"Yes, Master, I want to wait until my level is higher."
Kane replied respectfully.
"I also heard about the transformation fluid you always carry with you."
Kane was slightly startled, but he didn't hide it, "Yes, Master, this kind of thing will only be safe if you carry it yourself."
"Leave it to me."
"Uh" Kane was stunned at that time, "Master this" "I know it is very precious, and if you think about it, they won't prepare you with pure blood lower than clone No. 10.
Don't worry, I won't treat you badly, and if you agree to me, I can't agree to your request. ."
Old God Sheld is here.
Kane looked hesitant.
His mutant modification fluid was extremely precious.
Even with his status, it would be difficult to obtain another one beyond the current specifications.
Sheard guessed right.
His modification fluid came from No. 5.
The pure blood of the clone has a powerful and obvious effect.
Once injected, the combat power can be at least doubled.
But when he thought of the important mission he came to shoulder this time, Kane's hesitation slowly turned into determination.
If he succeeded, it would not be difficult to obtain a pure blood similar to the No. 5 clone, and his identity would be natural.
A rising tide lifts all boats, so he took a deep breath and said, "Deal."
Shield nodded calmly, as if he had expected the result to be like this.
It was right.
Except for the brat Fan, everyone else had to be respectful when they heard his name.
In order to gain some favor from him, he Every request must be handled carefully.
After all, he is not just good at firearms.
Firearms are just the area he is least good at.
It is well known that Shielder never owes anyone anything, and he will definitely return whatever benefits he has received.
Therefore, Kane is not worried that he will suffer a loss, but compared to the benefits he has received, he hopes that Shielder can agree to come here.
Purpose.
"Master, I hope you will consider my matter carefully.
Also, Muka is about to grow up, and Bianhuang is not destined to be a suitable place for children to grow up."
Kane said as he carefully unbuttoned his clothes. , Zhenzhi took out a small alloy square box from the three inner and outer pockets.
"I'll think about it."
Sheard raised his eyebrows after hearing this and took the box from Kane's hand.
Kane bowed respectfully and slowly exited the inner room.
After Kane left, Sheard opened the square box according to the password provided by Kane.
Lying quietly inside the square box was a test tube filled with blood.
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There was a clear code on the test tube, x5.
Shield raised his eyebrows again, somewhat surprised by the specifications of this transformation fluid.
"It's easy for you brat," he snorted, "but what kind of mutations have gone through to create such a strange body?
It not only contains the genes of the original body, but also some things I don't know."
"But it doesn't matter, I will always be able to unlock these secrets slowly, and this mutant transformation fluid made from the pure blood of clone No. 5 is the beginning."
"Caesar, I have never forgotten what you did to me back then.
Have you ever imagined that one day the most perfect species that originally only existed in our imagination will really appear.
You have your best Strong variant, I will also have mine, and it will be more perfect.
Let us prove who is right."
Shield murmured in a low voice, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
The momentum he released at this moment was definitely not the magnanimity of a twilight old man hiding in the wilderness.
As for Caesar in his mouth The current patriarch of the first family in the empire, Grand Duke Glory Caroline, has a section in his long real name that ordinary people are not qualified to know.
Caroline Cesar
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