Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty: The Old Man Who Worth Beating
In a brightly lit room, there are various exquisite instruments. It seems to be a laboratory, with many people busy in front and back.
In the center of the crowd was an iron bed. Lying on the iron bed was an extremely old-looking man, with his forehead and face covered with dense wrinkles.
His eye sockets were sunken, and his body was hunched on the iron bed. His whole body was covered with dense infusion tubes and various testing instruments, covering almost his entire upper body.
"Creak, creak, creak!" The old man seemed to be in great pain, his body was shaking violently, and his skinny palms clenched the guardrail of the iron bed.
The iron guardrail, which was made of solid metal, creaked when being pinched, and the solid iron pipe was dented by the old man's pinching.
Beside the hospital bed, a man dressed as a doctor in a white protective suit saw the old man suffering tremendous pain, with veins protruding on both arms. He couldn't help but whispered: "Sir, why don't you inject some analgesics?"
The scarlet liquid flowed from the blood vessels to all parts of the old man's body. The painful process was like countless ants crawling and biting in the blood vessels.
The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of hazy yellow eyes burst out with light like a beast. He gritted his teeth and said: "No, the pain can make me feel that I am still alive!"
There was a faint look of fear on the faces of these medical staff. Seeing the old man saying this, no one dared to dissuade him. Some continued to observe the data on the instrument, while others observed the physical changes of the old man.
"Hoo ho ho!" After more than ten minutes, all the liquids in the bottles and jars were injected, and something magical happened.
The old man's shriveled muscles became elastic again, and his skin became shiny. He was breathing heavily. Although he still looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies, he looked like a corpse compared to the skin and bones before.
It looks so good.
The others were relieved when they saw this, and quickly stepped forward to remove the infusion tube and connected testing equipment from the old man's body.
The old man was naked. He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't do it several times. Several medical staff looked at each other and wanted to step forward to help him up.
But the old man waved his hand: "No need."
He just tried so hard to move from the bed bit by bit. It took him two minutes to finally stand firmly on the ground. He walked back and forth in the room several times, with a trace of trace on his face.
Smile: "It feels so good to be able to walk!"
The rest of the people were silent, and the old man didn't care: "It's night now, right? I'm going out for a walk."
"Chief..." These medical staff and the guards in armor beside them all hurriedly wanted to say something, but suddenly everyone felt in a daze. When they recovered, the old man was no longer in the room.
"Alas..." The man in the white robe sighed, "The leader didn't expect to be so weak. The gene potion can maintain his physical vitality, but the more this thing is used, the weaker the effect will be. In this way
There’s no way to go down.”
And a man who looked like a guard said rather fearfully: "I heard that the leader is planning to..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man in a white robe changed his face and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense about some things!"
Everyone immediately fell silent and said nothing.
The next morning.
Xu Ye stretched out and walked out of the room. It was quite comfortable here, and he slept until almost noon.
As soon as he walked out of the door, Xu Ye was attracted by a scene happening across the street.
On the road, two people were walking forward, and in front of them was an old man who was about seventy or eighty years old.
This old man's hair has fallen out, and his skin is covered with wrinkles. He looks extremely old. He is probably the oldest old man Xu Ye has ever seen in the apocalypse.
Behind the old man is a man of about thirty years old. Contrary to the thin old man, this man is tall and burly, and looks full of fierceness.
At this time, the man's veins were pulsing on his forehead, and he shouted angrily: "Old man, can you walk faster? I feel upset just looking at you!"
The road is actually relatively wide, and it is okay for several people to walk side by side, but this old man is walking in the middle of the road.
The man was dragging a mutated beast behind him, so there was no way around the old man in front of him. However, the old man walked extremely slowly and refused to move to the side.
This made the man, who was not very good-tempered, become completely furious and drank loudly.
Facing the man's scolding, the old man slowly turned around and glanced at him: "Young man, you have to respect the old man. There are not many old people like me in the entire human world now."
Hearing this, the man snorted coldly: "Don't treat me like you respect the old and love the young. I kill mutant beasts and zombies every day, and my contribution is much greater than that of a guy like you who just eats and waits for death.
Do you know who I am?"
The old man asked with great interest: "Who are you?"
"I am the eighth-level warrior Aotian!" the man said proudly.
"Aotian?" Xu Ye's heart moved when he heard this man's claim. He had information about this man from the information Sang Ri had given him before.
This Aotian is considered to be the strongest person here. In terms of strength, he is probably among the best in the entire stronghold. He is one of the people marked in the information given by Sang Ri that is best not to be provoked. I didn't expect to meet him here.
he.
The old man actually scratched his head: "I've never heard of it."
When Aotian saw this old man's attitude, he was extremely angry. He, Aotian, was probably one of the strongest men in the world, let alone in this stronghold. Even though this old man was the same human as him, it still made him feel murderous.
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Aotian said coldly: "Old guy, you'd better get out of my way and don't block my way!"
Aotian's eyes flashed with fierceness, but the old man seemed not to notice, still with a smile on his face, spreading his hands: "There is no way, I am old and can't walk, how about you help me move to the side?"
Aotian's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he stared at the old man fiercely: "Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
"It's Aotian, what's wrong with him?" At this time, some people elsewhere noticed what was going on here, and they started talking quietly. Aotian's reputation here is extremely loud, and most people know him.
At this time, these people were looking at Aotian, which made Aotian very impatient. He hated being looked at like a monkey.
Because of Aotian's anger, there was a faint smell of blood all over his body, which made people tremble with fear. Facing Aotian who was as furious as a ferocious beast, the smile on the old man's face faded slightly: "I'm just making things difficult for you, or else you'll hit me.
A meal?"
"Who is this old man? How dare you provoke Aotian even if you are seventy or eighty years old!" Everyone was talking about it, and no one present knew who this old man was.
Facing the old man who looked like a scoundrel, Aotian's eyes were blood red, his fists were clenched, and the air was squeezed between his palms so much that it exploded.
However, under everyone's astonished gaze, Aotian didn't say a word, turned around and dragged the huge mutant beast around to another alley.
"How can Aotian be able to bear it?" someone whispered. According to what they thought, Aotian would probably not be able to help but attack the old man directly, but in the end, Aotian chose to swallow his anger, which surprised them.
But if you think about it carefully, it's actually not surprising. Aotian must have taken action directly in other places, but it is strictly prohibited in the stronghold.
If Aotian dares to take action, the defense personnel on the side will immediately subdue him. There is no way he can do anything to the old man here. If he continues to struggle, it will only be more embarrassing.
"Hey, this young man has such a bad temper." However, what made the corner of Ao Tiantian's mouth twitch was that he had just turned around and taken a few steps. It was as if his legs and feet suddenly became agile and he was jumping around like a child.
Walking quickly.
"You old thing! Don't let me see you outside!" Upon seeing this, Aotian growled viciously, turned around and left quickly.