Chapter 1253 Super Body 31
After all, the experiment was successful first, and knowledge is power. Unlike No. 33, who wore a yellow sportswear-like tights and rode a flying skateboard, like a clown, dazzling in the middle of the building.
No. 31 was so focused that he sat there motionless with his eyes closed. Only his eyelids moved his eyelashes and trembled rapidly from time to time.
So much so that the people who came to destroy him thought that he was the weakest at the time of acquisition and could be slaughtered at will.
Xining knew that if he attacked at this time, just like the previous plot, he would blow up half the building and use the electricity inside to create electromagnetic waves to protect himself. But now it is working time, the whole building is full of people, only this room is empty, and the office will officially start tomorrow. As a result, the personnel in this building suffered heavy casualties.
Then No. 33 continued to flee, but he was much more difficult to deal with than No. 33. He had to cut off the power to half of the community and bomb it, just like what the owner did later.
According to the previous plot, the body owner has returned to his hometown and saw the enemy who killed his parents. After being verbally humiliated by the enemy, he should have left angrily at this time and began planning to kill people and burn down the house at night, tooth for tooth, blood for blood. .
The door opened and Lawrence walked in. Seeing her sitting in front of the computer, he was stunned and stood at the door: "Can I come in?"
"Okay, if you have time, you can watch it with me." Xining looked at the computer, picked up another potato chip from the bag with his fingers, and put it into his mouth.
Lawrence went to move the chair, and Xining said casually: "I thought you were resting."
"I slept lightly for a while, but couldn't fall asleep anymore." After Lawrence sat down, he looked at the tense live broadcast on the computer: "Are you concerned?"
Xining grabbed another bag on the table and stuffed it into Lawrence: "There are only tomato-flavored ones. Of course I care. After all, they are almost the same kind as me, aren't they?"
We are all humans with chips in our brains - the same kind!
Lawrence sat nearby, opened the wrapping paper, and ate too. Both of them were "clicking" in their mouths.
Lawrence looked at No. 31 sitting there, feeling a little uncomfortable and asked: "Which side do you think will win?"
"Of course it's No. 31!" Xining ate potato chips: "He has mastered how to use electricity to create a magnetic field, which cannot be penetrated by bullets. Just wait and see half a building of people buried with him."
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Lawrence stopped holding the potato chips with his fingers and turned to look at her: "Really?"
"Why did I lie to you?" Xining also tilted his head: "If you don't believe in the bet, if I am wrong, you can cook for me tonight."
Lawrence smiled bitterly: "Is the rice I cooked so bad?" He had never cooked it in front of her.
Xining turned around and continued to look at the computer: "A German meal made with a test tube, a scale, and a measuring cup?"
In order to lose weight, I do eat boiled vegetables for a while and strictly count calories. So much so that I still have the habit of counting calories without even realizing it. It's a bit funny to call boiled dishes German food.
Lawrence responded softly: "German cuisine also includes sausages, blood sausage, beer and barbecue."
"Well~" Xining made a long-lasting sound: "After eating, prepare to drink pure water to lose weight tomorrow. This punishment is not bad!"
Lawrence just wanted to laugh, watching a group of elites with live ammunition and heavily armed rush into the building, and the leader asked the general manager if he wanted to evacuate the people in the building.
The general manager thought for a while: "It's too late. When we see him, we will kill him immediately."
"Tsk~" Xining snorted and continued eating potato chips.
This idiot who cares about human life and is obsessed with profit... Lawrence pinched his broad forehead with his fingers and heard the reminder from No. 37 next to him: "Why don't you call this proud and arrogant guy? Tell him what might happen."
"He won't change his strategy." Lawrence knew the general manager, too well. "I would rather die than four hundred and seventy people, but stick to the end." Xining joked. It's better to talk to smart people. It doesn't take much effort and you don't have to watch him do stupid things: "He is a person who sticks to his principles, and you It seems much smarter than him. Don’t feel guilty, it’s really useless to say it!”
Lawrence was silent for a while, then summoned up the courage to plead: "Can you help?"
"Of course!" Xining glanced and said, "But what can I get? Just like you, just a hero behind the scenes?"
She encouraged: "If half the building is bombed, this bastard like him will be dismissed. Who do you think is the most suitable replacement?"
The previous plot was like this. Something big happened, and bombings were carried out regardless of the consequences. The general manager lost his position, and Lawrence took over.
Lawrence immediately boarded the helicopter and armored vehicle and took command on the scene in person. In order to let the people above know the seriousness of the situation, it is indeed impossible to kill these superhumans without bombing half of the district.
The president, of course, never admits his mistakes. Being in charge of this position can be considered a loss.
Unexpectedly, Lawrence sighed slightly: "But that's more than four hundred lives." He actually looked a little compassionate.
Xining looked sideways at him: "Thirty-seven people, don't low IQs count as human beings?" There were a total of forty people in the entire experiment, and only three survived.
Lawrence was stunned, and then immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I know that any explanation now is weak. Although all experimental subjects signed documents, they are all voluntary. But the people here, they did not sign the contract, they are innocent ”
They all have low IQs, but they do not meet the standard of mental retardation and are classified as people with behavioral abilities. The documents and contracts they signed are still valid.
This time it was Xining's turn to look at Lawrence blankly... It seemed that Lawrence's heart was not as hard as he thought.
She rolled her eyes: "Then I will solve one, because there should be no problem with the other one."
"Then let's take this." Lawrence immediately pointed to the computer screen: "Number 33."
Xining looked at him with helplessness: "Remember, you owe me a favor."
"Yes, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you." Lawrence said sincerely.
"Then don't cook dinner." Xining looked at him.
Lawrence thought for a while: "It seems we haven't made a bet yet."
If there is no bet, it means that the bet has not been established yet, so naturally he cannot cook.
Xining nodded and stuffed the bag of potato chips into Lawrence's hand: "Help me go to the door and watch. Don't let anyone disturb me, don't touch me, that will affect me."
"Okay!" Lawrence picked up two bags of potato chips in one hand and actually walked to the door to stand guard.
Xining pulled out a wet tissue, wiped his mouth and hands, and threw the wiped tissue into the wastebasket next to him. Then he sat down, leaning his back on the chair, staring at the computer screen.
Suddenly everything around him turned black, and the computer screen turned snow-white. His body seemed to fly towards this piece of snow-white. The closer he got, the more white digits flew over. The white snow seems to be a digital world...
(End of chapter)