Chapter 380 150: Original Extraordinary Potion
"What a fucking world! There is no fairness at all, why should you only bully honest people like me! Bah, even the wine is fake! Destroy it~ Everything will be destroyed! Only destruction is the fairest thing in the world. ”
Homeless tramps drank the cheapest and strongest alcohol and wandered drunkenly in the dark streets with few street lights.
He was yelling and swearing, and walked slowly towards the bottom of a viaduct in a zigzag pattern, which was his only shelter at the moment.
The gangsters around who came out to work in the dark were not interested in him at all. There were many such homeless people in the city. They had no jobs, no families, and no relatives. The money they got back from begging every day was used to buy wine and enjoy themselves in time. Today If you have wine to get drunk today, don't leave a sip until tomorrow. From the insoles of your shoes to your underwear, the dirt on your body is more than the valuables.
It's a waste of time to rob someone like this. Not only will your hands get dirty, but you'll also get vomited all over your body, which makes you disgusting. It's totally worthless.
"Get away, you damn drunkard, don't come near me!" A young gangster drank wine with his other hand on his bulging waist and shouted at the drunkard.
The drunk man immediately stopped shouting and cursing, muttered something he didn't understand, and walked around them obediently.
When the distance was far away, he turned around a few times to make sure he couldn't see the little black men, and then, with the courage gained from drinking, he started to curse loudly again.
"Bah! What bullshit black charcoal stuff, why do you niggas lecture me! Rubbish! You still drink better wine than me, drink my urine!"
The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he unbuttoned his pants arrogantly and started peeing in that direction.
Unexpectedly, he didn't actually walk very far at all. The gangsters were still not far away from him. It was just that the dark clothes they wore had an invisibility effect that made them less obvious. So what this drunkard said was accurate. They heard everything.
Who can go out and rob houses to make a living, how can he be a leader who can swallow his anger? If he can hold back and not draw a gun, he can be said to have managed his emotions properly, and he can be called a gang leader.
"A pig talks a lot of shit, fuck him to death!"
The gangsters picked up the sticks they carried with them and rushed out of the dark corner. The drunkard was so frightened that he didn't even have time to lift up his pants. He turned around and ran away in a hurry. However, he lost his balance, tripped his front foot and fell directly to the ground, performing a fountain.
"Scream! Scream again!"
"Farke! He peed my pants!"
"Ugh——"
"Fuck Fuck!"
Although the gangsters successfully taught the drunkard a lesson, they were also attacked by a series of biological and chemical weapons, injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging themselves eight hundred times. In the end, they lost interest in beating others and cursed with the smell all over their bodies. Gone.
The drunk man lay on the ground and struggled to climb to the wall.
It’s not that he has a public conscience, but there are many racing gangs on the road at night. You can’t expect them to be public-minded.
"If I were extraordinary. If I were extraordinary, I would definitely do it." The drunk man said vaguely, his drunkenness gradually got to his head, and he slowly fell asleep.
In the darkness, the disguised Fei Du slowly walked out of the corner.
"Then, as you wish, come and leave your mark on this chaotic world."
He took out the injection, mixed several bottles of medicine on the spot, blended it to a light red color, then drew it into the syringe, raised the drunk man's arm, and inserted it.
Then he opened the drunk man's mouth, which was full of alcohol, and stuffed a tiny positioning tracker into his mouth.
This kind of tracker can automatically adhere to the stomach wall and will not fall off for half a month.
After everything was done, he left silently, as if he had never been here.
Even the needle hole on the drunk man's arm was quickly closing and disappearing.
".I must kill you all!"
During the day, a drunkard lying under the wall on the street suddenly sat up and shouted, scaring the passers-by who would jump around and avoid him with crazy looks.
The drunk man took a few deep breaths, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up at the sun, and slowly woke up.
"It hurts so much. How could I sleep here?" The drunkard scratched his hair that was about to become knotted, feeling uncomfortable pain from all over his body.
The most embarrassing thing is that the windows are all open, so you can breathe fresh air freely outside.
He quickly zipped up his zipper and covered his head to recall. He vaguely remembered that he was surrounded by a few gangsters and was beaten. As for the reason for being beaten, he didn't know.
"What a bunch of bitches." He cursed in a low voice and looked around as if he was afraid of being heard.
He got up from the ground and twisted his body. He actually felt that he was in pretty good condition. Although it hurt a little, he seemed to have endless strength. His usual hiccuping state without alcohol had also disappeared, and his whole person was like " A new look.”
"Strange."
The drunkard didn't think much and walked towards his tent under the overpass.
"Lucy? Did you lie drunk all day again last night?"
The speaker was the drunkard's "neighbor," an old man in his fifties. I heard that he was bankrupt due to divorce and unemployment.
There are many homeless people under the overpass. Some have set up tents, while others have used some discarded iron sheets to build an enclosed space, like a decent hut.
A place like theirs has become a feng shui treasure for homeless people. Except for the occasional strong wind, it is not exposed to the sun or leaks, and more importantly, it is free.
Unlike those who set up tents on the street, although it is convenient to go to the church to receive free food, they will be cleared overnight if there is any movement.
"Forget it." Lu Xi looked at the other party's confident guess and wanted to refute, but the other party was completely accurate. He simply closed his mouth and prepared to eat something to relieve his hunger.
After getting back into the tent, he rummaged around but couldn't find the convenience food he left yesterday.
"Hey, who the hell took my instant pasta?!"
Lucy came out of the tent angrily and stared at the little old man and asked.
The little old man curled his lips and pointed covertly not far away. A tall little black guy who had just arrived not long ago said loudly: "I don't know, maybe it's a mouse or a raccoon. Haha, it can't be." The panda took it, it’s not bamboo.”
Lucy was terribly hungry, and the church didn't distribute food so quickly. Driven by hunger, he angrily found Xiao Hei who was eating pasta.
The little old man's eyes widened. He originally wanted this coward to retreat before the difficulties, but what happened today? Why did he rush so hard?
He wanted to stop him, but he was worried about being affected, so he took two steps back in fear and waited to see what would happen.
"You...! Give me my pasta back!"
Xiao Hei lazily raised his eyes to look at him, put the last bite of pasta into his mouth with a disposable fork, and put down the bowl: "What pasta? If you want to eat it, there is some sauce here, I will add some urine to it, and it will be given for free." How about you licking? ""You dog——"
Before he could say anything, Xiao Hei stood up suddenly. His figure, which was a head taller than Lu Xi, was quite intimidating. He just stared at Lu Xi condescendingly: "What do you want to say? If something is missing, go look for it instead of just coming here casually." Slander others!”
"I know it was you who took it." Lucy's rationality gradually returned, and she was madly cursing her impulsiveness in her heart. Now she was riding a tiger.
"Where's the evidence? Did the package of pasta have a name written on it? Or is she pregnant with your baby?" Xiao Hei pressed forward step by step, making it difficult for Lucy to breathe.
"Forget it. Just feed the dogs, you niggas." Lucy waved her hand and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Xiao Hei, whose face became even darker.
"If I don't teach you a lesson, you really can't learn to keep your mouth clean!"
After saying that, Xiao Hei started to hit Lucy.
"Ah! Ah?"
Lucy lay down on the ground with experience, curled up, and protected her head and lower body.
Just after howling twice out of habit, I realized something was wrong. Why was the opponent's strength so weak?
Except for the pain left last night, the force of this man's fist was almost the same as the massage.
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"You bastard, your bones are pretty strong." Xiao Hei clenched his fist hard and did not continue to hit him. His hands were shaking. He seemed to be punching concrete just now.
Lu Xi got up after realizing it, looked at the place where she was beaten, and Xiao Hei retreated faintly, her eyes slowly lit up.
He showed a smile, and then tentatively raised his fist: "Now, it's my turn!"
After saying that, he punched out, hitting Xiao Hei's unprepared stomach directly, sending him flying into the air. He flew several meters away, hit the broken tents and debris, and then hit his head on the bridge pier. After leaving a pool of blood on the graffiti-covered bridge pier, he fell to the ground with a thud, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Hahahaha. Hahaha!"
Lucy looked at her fist, her laughter grew from small to large, and gradually became wild, laughing so crazy that she burst into tears.
extraordinary!
I must have awakened extraordinary power!
From now on, money, beauty, power! I will take back everything I have lost, and I will take back everything I have not gained!
The little old man and the people at the bottom of the bridge looked at Lucy who was laughing wildly, with horror and longing in their eyes. They never imagined that the homeless man they had known for several years, like them just now, would one day turn around.
Lu Xi was so high-spirited that he paid no attention to these former "friends in need". He even gave up the things in his tent and completely cut off from the past. From now on, he, Lu Xi, will live a new life as a master. !
He couldn't wait to stride out of the bridge pier. As for the life and death of that little black guy, haha, even if tramps like them died on the road, how many people would care.
"From now on, I will have the final say in St. Paul!"
He let out an arrogant shout and walked away without looking back.
The homeless people looked at each other and tacitly went back to their tents, pretending that nothing happened.
"It would be great if this opportunity comes my turn"
"If I had known, I would have had a good relationship with him, maybe I could have benefited from it."
"Haha, you can't be friends with this kind of person at all. It's not like you don't know how selfish Lucy is."
The little old man concealed his panic expression and returned to his iron hut. He looked back again and again before he dared to take out the packet of pasta from under the pillow, then quickly stuffed it into a pile of old clothes, sat on the bed, and pressed Hold your trembling hands and take a deep breath.
"None of my business, none of my business"
On the street, Lucy was enjoying her future. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She wished she could go back to her hometown right now and peel off the skins of those who once looked down on her.
But soon, a group of girls dressed coolly appeared in his sight, and he quickly gave up the ridiculous idea of returning to his hometown.
How can those small places compare to big cities?
After laughing a few times, he quickly caught up.
At this time, Fei Du and Xavier had been staying in a bungalow somewhere in Sao Paulo for a few days.
On weekdays, when he has nothing to do, Xavier goes out to collect information, secretly fight against some crimes without attracting attention, and accumulate funds for his own actions.
Feidu, on the other hand, was hiding in the basement of the house, claiming to use Xavier's uninfected blood, combined with ancient Inca pharmacology, to see if he could develop a potion that could turn the resurrected corpse back into a normal person.
After Xavier knew that his blood might be of such use, he wanted to let Feidu draw blood three times a day without any resistance.
Of course, what was actually not being studied was the extraordinary potion that he had always wanted to study.
The effect of Xavier's blood was much stronger than he expected. Many previous problems were easily solved, and most of the preset problems were not encountered. He was extremely adaptable.
He has no plans to experiment on animals. This is specially developed for humans, and there are not many things here except a lot of people.
People here are worthless at all. After the original extraordinary potion came out, he found a few cynical and obviously not good people in several places in the city far away from Xavier's activity area, and gave them to them at no cost. The drug was injected without realizing it.
Next, he will use the monitoring effect attached to the positioning device to keep an eye on the changes of these people.
"As long as I master this ability, I will be as good as the gods. The Special Bureau, the Paradise Node, and the Holy Infant Society are all nothing more than this!"
Non-venomous eyes looked at the bottles of potions in front of him feverishly.
Processed Xavier's blood, soul essence, and extraordinary bone powder.
These are the three main ingredients of the original extraordinary potion, but now that he has not figured out the best configuration, the potions may be replaced, so naturally he will not use them on himself.
Everything depends on the feedback of those who have been injected with the medicine in the next few days.
One of them probably couldn't bear the power of the medicine, and all his internal organs were melted, so he died.
But there are three people who have shown more or less extraordinary performance. Among them, the one named Lu Xi has shown the ability that is most like a real extraordinary person. The various values of his body are slowly improving, and he is very high-profile, and he has fallen in love with a person. The woman actually knocked her unconscious and carried her away, completely ignoring her screaming companions and passers-by.
He is somewhat mentally retarded or crazy. Even if he doesn’t know Xavier, the night vigilante, doesn’t he know that there are choir members in St. Paul?
"Could it be that the brain has been affected?" Fei Du could only come to this conclusion and record this possibility.
"Okay, let's find something for the choir to do by the way, so as not to think that Rio has calmed down after so many days without making any noise."
(End of chapter)