Chapter 13 Ant Worker
Time is like water, and five days pass in a blink of an eye.
During, Chen Qinghe almost stayed on the rooftop of the hotel and launched the golden secret method to absorb the dark energy of the universe. Although he has successfully awakened the ability of his previous life, he is still in the epidemic period, so his body is still absorbing dead dark energy all the time, which increases his cultivation speed.
The cells in the body absorb dead dark energy, and then quench and activate it thousands of times, and finally complete the transformation process of dead energy to active energy. Under the stimulation of the active dark energy that far exceeds that of ordinary evolutionists and even genius evolutions, Chen Qinghe's first layer gene is quickly optimized like dead wood in spring, and everything is reborn.
This is the leap of life and sublimation!
Five days ago, when Chen Qinghe ended his evolution, the gene optimization rate reached 10%, but now it only increases the gene optimization rate by 5% to reach a 15% gene optimization rate.
At this time, the 721 suites in the Imperial Hotel.
Survivors gathered here to see Chen Qinghe and others off. Of course, not all of them are voluntary, such as the guard supervisor who was tied to death in the corner with resentful eyes.
"It's better to die all outside!!"
Zhao Tang's limbs were tied to a chair. He fractured his right hand and has not been treated so far. In addition to excretion, he only endured a meal of porridge and physical torture every day.
Don't you like exploitation, don't you like squeezing?
Then enjoy the feeling of other people being exploited and squeezed first, and then experience other punishments.
Of course, this vicious torture!
It's not from Chen Qinghe's brain. He has been practicing every day and night since the day. How can he take the guard supervisor who is equivalent to a reptile in his mind?
It comes from the head of the Indians, and only among the survivors, he has such a rich and strange imagination - of course, Chen Qinghe found a new potential talent for Indians.
Natural ** teacher, interrogator!
"The Vietnamese really didn't come back."
"It seems that they don't know what means they used to know the situation of Ruan Weiwu--" Chen Qinghe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the morning sun from afar before climbing over the gray sky on the horizon.
From dawn to seven o'clock in the morning, this is the time period with the lowest active frequency of blood bats. Choosing this time to start can best reduce unnecessary accidents.
"Adult!"
"According to the villain's opinion, those Vietnamese fleas must be trembling with fear because of your powerful and invincible posture and the domineering power of the waves. I don't know which corner they are hiding in, and they pray for forgiveness to the kind and friendly God." Singh stuffed a can of Russian caviar into his bag and opened his mouth to flatter him.
There are three mountaineering backpacks and no less than 20 kinds of supplies on the European-style long table in front of the Indians. Most of them are rare luxury goods, such as Cuban Gosba cigars, Lafite in 1982 and so on. This is not used to trade with ordinary survivors, but for evolutionists.
Luxury hotel has its own advantages!
You can get advanced items that are difficult to find in the outside world.
But for Chen Qinghe, who is planning to leave Baihai City, there is a more urgent need to trade from the evolutionist to items that are useful for his journey, such as car modification tools, spare tires, radios, gas masks, compressed food, etc.
Chen Qinghe is immune to Indian flattery, ignores his non-stop flattery, and continues to observe the distribution and movement of monsters in the streets below the hotel.
"Adults are modest."
"Are you right, Brother Huang!"
Singh ignored the eyes of the people around him who were about to vomit, and his hands were as fast as the wind. He put the things on the table into the bag, giving full play to the Indian's specialty of "hanging" in this regard.
Wo, sw, sw--
In a short time, the messy desktop had been emptied in the previous moment.
"..."
Huang Zicheng sat on the sofa without any reaction.
"Brother Huang, be funny and humorous!"
Singh picked up his mountaineering bag, went to Huang Zicheng to adjust the length of the strap, and said, "Relax, smile, happy."
"Shut up."
Huang Zicheng looked up and stared at him coldly.
"No~ How can I have such a sense of humor?"
"According to the adults, we will be companions who love each other and help each other in the future." Singh smiled brightly, his white teeth flashed, and looked kindly at the student with a meat scar on his neck in front of him. This guy was a real evolutionist.
It is difficult for Chen Qinghe to have a chance to improve his relationship.
But isn't it a matter of dealing with a student who grew up in an ivory tower?
Indians are quite confident in their charm. When he was young, he also had sex in the United States. I have experienced a lot of blonde girls and breasts. Of course, the life of the Bull Knight in the United States is definitely not based on money, but on real kung fu!
Please believe in the character of an Indian aristocrat.
"And trained by adults!"
"I've played this kind of toy pistol very well these days, and I will never drag you down my brother--" Singh pulled out the 92 style from his back and learned the classic action of Western cowboys.
"Zi Cheng..."
Chen Qinghe withdrew his eyes from the street scene and saw Huang Zicheng's indifferent eyes to anything, and he was worried about him at the bottom of his heart.
Since evolution, Huang Zicheng's personality has changed greatly!
Obviously, the suicide of his childhood sweetheart caused great psychological damage to him. He rejected the surrounding environment and was unwilling to integrate into it, except for reacting to his and Yan Xinting's words.
as he said...
His life has been sold to Chen Qinghe. From now on, he will be the strongest sword until "he" is destroyed!
"Brother Huang, come and smile!"
Singh's buttocks fell, took out the Samsung galaxy-s3 from his pocket to adjust the focal length of the camera, and said, "This trip is full of danger. I think it is necessary to leave a group photo to prove that we have had an unswerving friendship."
-ka,
A photo was taken. Compared with the Indian's expression as if he was going to travel, Huang Zicheng beside him was as cold as frost, like a piece of frozen ice.
"It's time. It's time for us to go."
Chen Qinghe mentioned the Adi mountaineering bag, which was full of various luxury goods.
He does not intend to take the Barrett M82A2. Although this thing is amazingly destructive, it also has many disadvantages. It is not only less bullet but also not conducive to mobile carrying.
Huang Zicheng stood up.
Without saying a word, he picked up the last climbing bag and followed Chen Qinghe, as if he had no sharp sword out of its sheath.
Da, Da.
Chen Qinghe and Huang Zicheng walked out of the suite one after another.
"Goodbye, friends!"
"Waiting for the brave Vikas to come back, I will miss you--"
Singh put away the Samsung galaxy-s3, waved his hand and walked to the gate despite everyone's disgusting expressions.
Vietnamese materials are hidden, and hotel trifles have been arranged by Chen Qinghe, and there will be no accidents.
The specific road map of the Narcissus Building was already obtained from the other party with MMS a day ago, and the Narcissus Building promised to send people to the agreed place to bring them here.
So they left at ease.
Of course!
Chen Qinghe does not plan to go through the sewer. The agreed site 'Jizheng Supermarket' is only one street away from the Emgrand Hotel, and the direct line is only more than 600 meters long.
......
Twenty minutes later, Jizheng Supermarket.
This is a local small supermarket that once had many branches in Baihai City. Now the supermarket has become ruins, full of masonry wall dust and collapsed shelves, but there is no trace of goods. It can be seen that hungry survivors have looted away.
Squeak, squeak.
A pair of Adidas shoes is covered with a lot of dust. When he comes out of the supermarket warehouse, he is a middle-aged man, with a typical southern face, a pair of indifferent small eyes, a sharp flat head wearing a miner's hat, and a fake Hongxing Erke schoolbag on his shoulder.
"Good luck--"
The middle-aged man stopped in front of the cash register, his eyes were slightly bright, and a green arrow was found in the corner.
His name is A Hang, and he worked as a miner before the end of the world.
Now he is an ant worker, obeying the command of the Narcissus Tower, leading the survivors through the sewer, avoiding the monsters on the ground, and safely reaching the Narcissus Tower.