According to Ivanov's logic, drinking is to allow the stomach to absorb alcohol.
After alcohol enters the blood, it paralyzes the nerve center and makes people drunk and happy.
Vodka is distilled alcohol, and 52% alcohol is naturally a pure spirit.
When you drink it, Bing Bing Liang is not as strong as white wine. It enters your mouth and slides into your esophagus with the strong smell of alcohol.
It's not until the wine enters the stomach that it makes people excited.
When the fierce man saw Chen Mo and Ivanov clinking bottles, he blew half of the bottle in one gulp to relieve their tiredness. He wanted to imitate, but for the sake of his life and cardiovascular and cerebrovascular problems, he took a sip and put down the bottle with a grin on his face.
"How is it?" Ivanov grabbed a piece of sizzling and oily bone marrow with his bare hands, picked up the garlic on it with a dagger, blew on it and stuffed it into his mouth.
The rich aroma of garlic, meat, the fat of bone marrow, and the milky aroma of butter are all mixed together.
It’s a taste you’ll never forget.
The fierce man couldn't say anything except giving a thumbs up.
Chen Mo picked up a bone and blew the garlic and bone marrow into his mouth.
Finally he sucked the bone.
"Absolutely."
Chen Mo swallowed the bone marrow and drank another mouthful of vodka, feeling very satisfied.
The fierce man also went to get it, but as soon as he took it, he was so hot that he screamed and couldn't help but threw the thing out.
Putting his hot and sore fingers on the wine bottle to cool down, the fierce man cursed: "You can't feel your hands, right?"
"I can passively absorb internal energy and kinetic energy without feeling anything." Ivanov shook his head.
“After I came back from mining, I didn’t feel much about the temperature anymore.”
"..."
Neither of the two people in front of me can be considered a normal human being.
Ivanov sucked the bone marrow into his mouth and looked at the fierce man: "Are you also a person with superpowers?"
The fierce man nodded depressedly: "Yes."
"Then why are you not a combatant?"
"My power has nothing to do with combat. It is a search-type power. It is far different from yours."
"Pheromone tracking?"
"Yes, but it is much more versatile than ordinary pheromone tracking and can be tracked hundreds of kilometers away." Mengren explained: "Time is also different from normal pheromone trackers. The limit can even sense a year ago.
.”
"This is a very powerful ability. It is no worse than Chen Mo and I's abilities, but it is not suitable for frontal battlefields." Ivanov put down the bottle: "It is widely used, and its relative strength will be poor.
Your powers are probably easily blocked, right?"
The fierce man became more energetic. He used the fire tongs to pick up a bone and brought it to him: "Yes, it is easy to block. If other pheromone superpowers find the source of the signal, they can easily erase it."
"Come on, stretch out your hand."
The fierce man didn't know what was going on, but he still stretched out his hand.
Ivanov's big hand clasped the palm of the fierce man, and then, purple light lit up from Ivanov's chest.
Like wave conduction, the light rushed towards the fierce man.
The fierce man felt excruciating pain all over his arm, and his skin instantly cracked, like fish scales being peeled off.
"Ah ah ah ah... it hurts, it hurts, let go, someone will die!"
The fierce man jumped up and tried to break away from Ivanov's grasp, but unexpectedly, Ivanov's grip was tighter than a pair of pliers. The fierce man shook his hand so hard that the bones of his hand rang, and he was unable to escape from Ivanov.
Chen Mo watched without saying a word.
Ivanov has no reason to harm Meng Ren, and he can feel slight energy fluctuations now. It is obvious that Ivanov is sending supernatural powers to Meng Ren.
I just...don't know what to do.
After about ten seconds, the fierce man rolled his eyes in pain, his clothes were torn apart, and he climbed to his shoulders before stopping.
Ivanov finally let go of his hand.
The fierce man sat down on the ground, holding his left hand that had just been crushed by Ivanov and moaning in pain.
"Are you okay?" Ivanov picked up the bottle.
"Do you think I'm okay? I...ah!!! I'm fired!"
Cold vodka poured down his arm, and Meng Ren's unfinished words turned into screams.
No matter how cold the vodka is, it is still a strong drink...
The alcohol got on the arm and soaked the tender flesh along the cracks, causing tremendous pain.
Not long after, the fierce man lay on the ground like a dead fish.
Chen Mo really couldn't sit still.
"This is?"
"Oh, I've strengthened his energy level. Even if it's not level three, it should be about the same. Now his powers can't be blocked so easily."
The fierce man wants to cry but has no tears.
Brother, why don't you just say hello? You don't even say hello but you just come and do it harshly.
For a moment just now, he really thought he was going to die.
"Then my arm is useless?" After a while, the fierce man stood up holding his left arm, his face pale.
The condition of his left arm is now as severe as the sole of his foot in the end stage of athlete's foot. The cuticle is rolled up high, exposing the tender flesh inside, and it hurts even the slightest touch.
"No, just wait until the dead skin fades away." Ivanov picked up the bottle and continued drinking as if nothing happened.
Chen Mo smiled bitterly and motioned for the fierce man to take a seat.
"Although it hurts a little, thank you anyway." The fierce man took a big gulp of vodka, spat, and added: "No, thank you for the fuck."
Ivanov laughed heartily.
"There is an old saying that people of the same species flock together, and birds of a feather flock together. You and Chen Mo are the same kind of people."
The fierce man lit a cigarette for himself with one hand.
"No, you and Chen Mo are the same kind of people. You can both let me see my breasts."
…
Donghuang's medical soldiers removed the cuticles on Meng Ren's arms, thus exposing the tender flesh inside, which caused unbearable pain.
Breaking Bad mixed several war-ready drugs to create a blue-green healing mucus that looks highly toxic.
In the eyes of the fierce man who couldn't believe it, Breaking Bad dug out a big piece and ate it, saying that this thing was absolutely safe.
Seeing that the maker himself was full of confidence, Meng Ren calmly applied it on the tender flesh of his arms.
It has to be said that Breaking Bad has two brushes. After the ointment he made is applied to the tender meat, the burning pain will soon disappear. Because of the ingredients of borneol and menthol in it, it even feels more refreshing.
.
Just when Meng Ren was about to ask the medics to put a bandage on top of the ointment, Breaking Bad burped after taking the ointment, fell to the ground and began to foam.
The fierce man hurriedly took off the half-tied bandage and frantically put his hand down and rinsed it under cold water.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chen Mo also angrily grabbed Breaking Bad and prepared to ask why his grandson poisoned him.
As a result, before Chen Mo could attack, Crazy Ivan and Robot Boy also started foaming at the corners of their mouths. However, the situation was better than that of Poison Master, at least they were not lying down yet.
The two of them held their chests and vomited until the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
Hannibal's expression turned out to be exactly that.
Chen Mo looked at this handsome middle-aged blond guy in his forties.
"what happened?"
"They saw some wild mushrooms that looked like Hericium, so they boiled them in the soup." Hannibal said expressionlessly: "I said it was poisonous, but they didn't believe it."
"..." Chen Mo looked at the Breaking Bad Master who was still spitting foam in his hand: "Isn't it a problem with the ointment?"
"The several medicines he mixed are either for pain relief or anti-inflammatory. Of course it's not an ointment issue."
The fierce man had just finished washing his hands, and when he heard these words while holding his burning arms, his nose almost became angry.
"Then why didn't you say anything?"
"You didn't even ask." Hannibal spread his hands.
"..."
…
After preparing potions to induce vomiting for the poisoned people and administering the simplest nutrient solution, Hannibal was about to return to the camp to sleep when he was stopped by Chen Mo.
"you are a doctor?"
"Well, I was a doctor before I entered Alcatraz Island."
"What subject?"
Hannibal smiled.
"Not in the hospital, but in a black clinic."
Chen Mo handed Hannibal a cigarette.
"How did you get into Alcatraz Island?"
Hannibal declined Chen Mo's cigarette.
He never smoked or drank.
"The patients who cannot be saved can only continue to feel pain if they stay in the world, but some people don't want to see them die." Hannibal said with a smile: "I relieve their suffering."
"Did you eat them?"
Hannibal didn't answer.
Chen Mo took back his cigarette: "Aren't you afraid of prions?"
"Prions are not viruses, but a type of small non-immune hydrophobic protein that can infect animals and replicate in host cells. The human body does not show immune effects to prions, does not induce the production of interferons, and is not affected by interference.
"The biggest threat to humans is that it can cause degenerative diseases of the central nervous system and ultimately death." Hannibal still smiled: "It is generally believed that eating infected animals can slowly cause disease through accumulation, especially if it can
Cannibalism or similar behaviors that cause prions to accumulate over generations, such as the kuru disease that occurred on a small island in the Pacific on the old home planet. Authoritative medicine calls it protein superposition, saying that this is the last bottom line for mankind... But I
I don’t think so.”
Chen Mo was confused by what he heard, and he began to regret discussing this kind of issue with Hannibal.
"The reason why people are human is not to abandon the risk of cannibalism and disease, but because they have the concept of morality in their hearts, know the moral principles, and abide by the moral bottom line." Hannibal looked at Chen Mo: "Just like those
People who know clearly that their relatives and friends will die and still try to save them are not human beings."
"..."
"I wanted to know if their hearts were dark, so I did a lot of autopsies."
Yes, Chen Mo understands, this is a psychopath.
And he is a psychopath who thinks he is righteous.
"The answer is no. Their heart structure is completely the same as that of ordinary people, and they are also human beings. But they would rather a living person they have known for a long time die without dignity, and would rather spend tens or hundreds of thousands more on treatment.
I don't want to admit my mistakes openly and give them dignity." Hannibal raised his head and looked at the dark night sky: "Why?"
"Aren't they rescuing people?"
"Ah...yes, it takes forty-eight hours to save. As long as he doesn't die within forty-eight hours after the injury, it can't be considered a work-related injury." Hannibal looked at Chen Mo: "So they will try their best to prolong the death time of the patient or the injured, even if they know they can't save it.
He left behind only grieving family members and an unrecognizable corpse that was struggling to maintain life."
Chen Mo didn't speak this time.
So that’s it.
In a sense, Hannibal is just, but this kind of justice is too abnormal.
"Are you a superhuman?"
"First level."
"What is the superpower?"
"Absolutely precise. Whether it's close combat or surgery, I'm very good at it." Hannibal flashed the scalpel in his sleeve: "I'm also good at assassination."
Chen Mo frowned: "I need to know that you will treat all team members, instead of thinking that someone has committed a heinous crime before and killing him like a messenger of justice."
"Of course, I know you have a lofty moral bottom line, so I followed you." Hannibal lowered his head to Chen Mo: "Captain."
"A noble moral bottom line?" Chen Mo sneered.
His hands were soaked in blood, both guilty and innocent.
He's really not a good person.
"I have been in Alcatraz Island for five years. I know this is your second time in Alcatraz Island."
"so what?"
"I had doubts about your identity when you first entered Alcatraz Island. After all, even Shang Feng has never enjoyed such strict control. After you left, I learned from watching the Zhongbei News that you were the evil-minded Ye Ye.
Owl, a warrior who dared to shoot at the Jianqing Congress to face injustice and face a bleak life." Hannibal smiled and said: "I think we are the same kind of people who are not bound by the law and act according to what we think is just.
"
Chen Mo did not respond.
"So I started asking the prison guards to bring an expensive newspaper every week and search for your news through the Zhongbei headlines. In the past three years, I have never stopped."
"..."
"I know that you died while mining, and then refuted the rumors, and were falsely accused of a series of legendary events such as the mine explosion and even the overthrow of the city government. Shang Feng also praised you very much." Hannibal's eyes flashed with a strange light.
It's nothing more than worship and yearning.
Chen Mo interrupted his nonsense.
"Who is Shang Feng?"
"He's the crazy guy everyone calls him."
Chen Mo became somewhat interested.
"Do you know how he died?"
"He was poisoned by Fu Chunlei." Hannibal knew the prison area very well: "The method was very secretive. He replaced the capsules that Shang Feng often took with an ancient antibiotic. Shang Feng didn't know it.
Then he drank as usual, and in the opinion of the quack doctors in the prison area, Shang Feng died of alcohol poisoning."
Chen Mo made a cursory sound.
He never expected that he would kill the wrong person, and the real murderer would go free and become his local emperor on Alcatraz Island.
"You don't need to blame yourself. As long as you are willing, this kind of thing will never happen in the future." Hannibal bowed: "I believe that if you are as smart as you, you will be able to see my value to you, and I am willing to do everything I can for you.
thing."
"It's not for me, it's for the Pinghai Task Force."
"No, just for you." Hannibal said sincerely: "In return, I would like to ask you to do something for me."
Chen Mo shook his head.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms."
"My personal ability is very outstanding. As long as you do this favor for me, I will be your most loyal subordinate. I think this is very valuable." Hannibal did not give up: "If you are willing to contribute some effort and work hard for you, I will definitely
It’s different.”
Chen Mo lost the intention to continue the conversation and yawned to go back to sleep. He would have to train with Ivanov tomorrow morning.
"In the Jiangyin Xiacheng Forest District, there is a huge underground laboratory in the original eco-city project. Ac has an internal stake in the laboratory and was carrying out a secret project five years ago." Hannibal said calmly to Chen Mo's back.
To: "This secret plan, codenamed Phoenix, is inextricably linked to you or the people around you. And my goal of revenge happens to be related to them."
Chen Mo paused as he left and slowly turned around.
Under the dim light of the planetary belt, Chen Mo stared into Hannibal's eyes.
