"Chief, we have all been brought out."
One of his subordinates said to Mousse.
Looking at all the familiar faces crawling out of the ground, Mousse nodded gently, "Have you found anything?"
he asked.
The subordinates all shook their heads.
Mousse frowned, and then looked at the group of people on the other side with an impatient expression.
"What are you waiting for?
Do you want me to invite you down personally?"
"Mousse, don't go too far."
Although the voice was small, the gritted teeth in it were very clear.
This group of people originally lived on the first floor, but their expressions were not as grand as before.
"Haha, this is too much.
Believe it or not, I have something even more outrageous."
Mousse smiled with interest.
At this time, he also lost the caution and caution before.
"Too much bullying" "Cough."
There was a slight cough that seemed very unintentional, but the speaker did not dare to say another word.
The whole group of people even became somewhat silent, and no one dared to say a word anymore.
Fanzheng was carefully counting the supplies he had obtained, and the cough just now seemed to be just an inadvertent act.
But after one person once again taught everyone a lesson, any of his actions would automatically be given a special meaning in the eyes of others.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Mousse grinned.
He was very satisfied with the timidity of these people.
Although they were not afraid of him, what did it matter?
"Why don't you just go down and wait for someone to get angry?"
This sentence obviously meant something, so everyone who was already in silence could only accept their fate and walk towards the opened underground entrance.
In the next month, this It will be where they live.
The two subordinates guarding the entrance carefully searched every person who went underground to ensure that they did not carry anything lost by Fan.
The reason why these people can accept their looting so obediently has everything to do with the man who is sitting on the side counting supplies without raising his head.
When he thinks of all the oppression he has suffered in the past, and then compares it with his current situation, especially when he thinks back to Count Aurich's attitude, the group of people looked at Van with only awe.
Until the last person was driven underground unwillingly, Fan did not take his eyes away from the beginning to the end.
Even that slight cough really seemed like an unintentional move on his part.
"Chief, there's nothing on them."
Mousse said respectfully to Fan.
Fan nodded, his expression showing no surprise.
"Throw these to them."
Mousse took the supplies with some surprise.
These are compressed nutritional cans that are extremely rich in calories.
One can is enough to sustain a person for a week.
"Do you really want to give it to them?"
Mousse couldn't help but ask.
"Do you want to starve them to death?"
Fan replied casually.
Mousse was at a loss for words.
Fan's always cold expression gave Mousse many wrong assumptions.
In his heart, Fan was extremely cold-blooded.
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But now his simple answer made Mousse feel ashamed of his own narrow-mindedness.
It also made him look at Fan with more respect.
A person who can treat his "enemy" well will naturally be more kind to his subordinates.
Mousse walked away with the food and worked with his men to arrange the group of slaves who had just escaped from the underground.
Fan took out an injection needle from the supply box.
The liquid in the syringe was blood red, with a clear B-level code marked on the side.
Fan inserted the needle into his arm, and the blood-red liquid was injected instantly.
This is the Empire's mutant cyborg transformation reagent.
Its B-level code represents that it is derived from the fourth-generation clone of the prototype.
After a period of practical verification and development, the Imperials have developed an almost perfect program for mutant genes.
This also caused the Imperial people's demand for mutant modification fluid to increase sharply, but there was only one prototype.
Its blood volume is completely unable to meet the huge demand.
In order to solve this problem, the Caroline family cultivated a large number of prototype clones through cloning.
But as the number of clones increased, the prototype body that provided the original genes became increasingly weak.
Therefore, the blood quality of the new clones became worse and worse, and large areas of death began to occur.
In order to protect the No. 1 prototype, Archduke Caroline finally announced that she would stop all cloning activities and strictly protect it.
Those individuals that have been successfully cloned are distributed among the major families according to their blood quality differentiation levels, with the highest S level and the lowest E level.
As a result, major families have the ability to produce mutant genetic modification agents on their own.
But they can only produce, because both the supervision of clones and the core technology of manufacturing are all in the hands of the Caroline clan, and even the technicians are members of the Caroline clan.
Other families only provide a production workshop.
As more sophisticated technology reduces the mortality rate in the transformation process, the entire empire's thirst for mutant genes has begun to become crazy, because once the warriors are injected with the mutant transformation fluid, they will die for the rest of their lives.
I can no longer live without it.
It was through this behavior that Caroline completely took control of the lifeblood of the empire.
It became the largest family in the empire in the true sense.
No one dares to disobey wherever Caroline's will goes.
This is a true reflection of the empire today.
As the medicine entered the body, a numbing feeling quickly filled Fan's body, and his cells vibrated like joy.
At the same time, his second consciousness suddenly became active and "activated" without Fan's permission.
The whole world is gradually becoming clear, the ants crawling on the ground, the mousse The dust brought up by his actions, far and near, in front of and behind him, even in corners that he had not noticed, were accurately reflected in his second consciousness, which was different from the slightly stiff vision before.
Yes, the second horizon now seems to be filled with more colorful colors and is more vivid and lively.
For the first time, Fan knew that the original second consciousness could actually grow.
The distance that the second field of vision could observe was limited.
It was not infinitely extendable like the human eye, but this upper limit could be increased by injecting transformation fluid.
Without thinking, Fan took out another B-level transformation fluid, and the medicine entered his body instantly.
But this time the situation has changed.
There is no sign of the second consciousness increasing, but the body is shaking more and more.
And through this trembling method, the transformation fluid that has just entered the body is unimaginable.
Speed and efficiency are absorbed.
If you look under a microscope, you can clearly find that in Fan's special cells, the mitochondria responsible for aerobic respiration and energy production are rapidly growing.
As we all know, the more powerful the function of mitochondria, the more efficient the body's ability to use oxygen.
Efficient mitochondria are like efficient engines that can fully burn gasoline, giving people a dual improvement in endurance and explosive power.
Full power quickly filled his limbs.
As a man with precise control over his body, Fan came to the conclusion that this B-grade transformation fluid directly increased his strength by more than 20%.
What a terrifying improvement.
Fan then took out a B-grade transformation fluid and inserted it into his body again, but this time the result disappointed him.
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There was no reaction from his body, not even the most basic tremor, as if what he injected this time was just a bottle of physiological saline.
Fan was unwilling to give in, so he took out a C-level transformation fluid and inserted it into his body.
The result was that there was no change and it was still ineffective.
Fan couldn't help but frowned at this.
He was about to call Mousse to ask what was going on, but he found that Mousse and his subordinates all had dull expressions, with a kind of panic and disbelief. eyes looking at him.
"What?"
Fan raised his eyebrows.
"You, how can you use four bottles of transformation fluid at once?"
Mousse's voice was trembling
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