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    This is probably the biggest benefit of not feeling pain, right?

    Lin Xiang stood quietly, silently watching "his" every move.  It's like standing in front of a sterile box and observing a white mouse that has just been fed poison bait.  Watching the agony from when it was poisoned, and accurately calculating the time from torture to near death.  It wasn't until the poor pet was about to lose all body functions that he threw down the antidote with satisfaction and watched another process of death and rebirth again.

    "Hahao?"

    He looked carefully at the living corpse that had reattached its body, and called out tentatively.

    "He" turned around instinctively. Obviously, the living corpse did not expect Lin Xiang to call his name.  The shriveled and shrunken face showed a rather strange, but somewhat surprised expression.  He was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly and replied in a positive tone: "".  "Ah Hao."

    "What are these things for?"

    Lin Xiang picked up a rag from the ground, wiped the dagger and stuffed it into its leather sheath.  Then he pointed at the vegetable roots and braided bag rolling down beside him.  At the same time, he took out the pistol again maybe it's because the danger has been eliminated!  "His" eyes also released a look of hatred and revenge.  The bone knife on his left arm slowly retracted, appearing to be in the most suitable position for attack.

    Lin Xiang knew very well how to deal with this situation.  He sneered, raised his right hand, and fired a shot at an empty room dozens of meters away.  In the vacant room, a huge roar that was beyond deafening immediately erupted.  At the same time, a mutant beast that was more than two meters tall and resembled a spider screamed and flew out of the house. It hit the rusty metal crossbar on the opposite side of the street and crashed to the ground.

    The detection consciousness can capture every mutant creature that approaches.  It is very convenient and practical to just pick out the closest one and kill Liwei.

    The shock power of the large-caliber Magnum warhead was obviously strong enough. The ferocity that had just appeared on the face of the living zombie Ahao immediately turned into fear again.  Even the sharp bone knife unconsciously returned to its normal position.  Lin Xiang glanced at him calmly and spat contemptuously.  The spit, the muzzle of the gun that was emitting white smoke, finally slowly fell down.

    "There is nothing to give (food)."

    "He" opened his mouth and uttered two jerky and indecipherable syllables.

    Lin Xiang stared at him carefully again, raised his right hand holding the gun, pointed at the vegetable roots on the ground, and said coldly and irresistibly: "Eat it for me and eat it now"

    "No, can't".

    Ah Hao shook his head unexpectedly and said seriously: "Me."

    If you can't bear it, you can eat it.  There is (still) harm.  "." His (wife) son.  "wife?

    Lin Xiang¡¯s clear black eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing a trace of extremely sharp and cold light.  This perfectly concealed the shock deep in his heart and the confusion and shock that might be revealed on his face at any time.

    After a moment of silence, he put away his gun, took out a 250-gram packaged military chocolate from his backpack, threw it in front of Hao, and said in an indifferent tone: "Take me to meet her."

    After a pause, he continued to emphasize his tone: "Otherwise, I will kill you now_"

    (P.S.: If someone wants to threaten you to take him to see your wife, if you don¡¯t go, he will use a knife. What choice will you make?).

    "."

    ??Clix is ??a man with a very sunny appearance.

    As the new president of the United Doctors Association, his appearance does meet the above definition.

    He is tall and not very strong, but he has nearly perfect muscle outlines.  While highlighting the soft lines, it also exudes an explosive atmosphere of power.  He has light gray hair similar to Randwalk's, which is soft and smooth. The overall length is more than thirty centimeters. It is tied back by a beautiful black ribbon and draped into a ponytail.  This kind of dressing up does not give him any pretentiousness at all.  His attitude and sense made him look less tough to a certain extent.  Plus always keep a smile on your face.  "." How should I put it, a very handsome man.  Just missing a little decorative mustache.

    If it were in the old days, Clix would have been a super cowboy who could charm millions of women.  Of course, the premise is that he must first engage in this industry.  As for now, he also has an unparalleled special charm for certain female natural subordinates in the United Doctors Association.

    Like everyone, Crixus has his own secrets.  But he could never say it out loud.  unless.  ". "You can discover it yourself and find it.

    "Big white eggshell", this is probably the most suitable word to describe the city of life.  From the time the first large settlements were built, doctors joined forcesThe Cooperative Association has always used this construction method based on lightweight, thin materials.  The honeycomb composite layered roof is so light that it can be completed by ordinary workers without the need for large machinery.  It is very strong, with an arched design that can withstand tremendous pressure and is extremely shockproof.  Of course, nothing in the world can be perfect.  Egg-shaped houses also have disadvantages such as excessive floor space and low space utilization.

    However, the wasteland world is not a civilized society after all.  There is no such thing as compensation for demolition of old land.  The United Physicians built the city with considerable arbitrariness and freedom.  They don't need to consider all the negative factors, they just need to maximize the beneficial aspects.  As for the space issue.  "." Make more and it will be enough.

    Standing at the window, looking at the stacks of white egg-shaped buildings in the distance, Crixus' gloomy and cold face gradually showed a hint of spreading enthusiasm.  After staring for a few minutes, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hands flatly, raised them diagonally, and then slowly lowered them to the level of his shoulders.  His face was full of solemnity like that of a saint, with a depth full of incomparable passion.  kiss said:

    "This is my city, I built it. I

    ". It is the omnipotent Creator_"

    ??Here, this land beneath our feet, was called London more than a hundred years ago.  Of course, the actual coordinates may be somewhat different from the historical city of London.  To be precise, it should be about sixty kilometers southeast of London.

    The second city of life is also Crixus¡¯ favorite place to live.

    The City of Life is distributed on every continent in the world.  Even in the most barren Africa and the extremely cold Antarctica, you can still find the shadow of this eggshell-shaped human city.  Compared with similar cities in Asia or Europe, these strongholds in depopulated areas are smaller in scale, and their symbolic significance is obviously greater than their practical value.

    Crixus doesn¡¯t like City of Life No. 1.  He even hated the place called "Headquarters".  Physicians United doesn't just have a random city set up anywhere.  In fact, the Cities of Life distributed around the world are largely the institutional transformation of the Royal Society of Medicine in the old days.  For example, City of Life No. 24, which has been captured by the Longteng Empire, was just a regional branch site co-organized with the International Red Cross in the civilized period. Funds came from secret support from relevant pharmaceutical companies in the United Kingdom and the United States, and some  Charitable Donations c Of course, the Royal Society of Medicine at that time still focused on studying pathology and diagnosing and treating patients.  It is also responsible for guiding and monitoring disease prevention and control in the region.  Together with personnel assigned by the International Red Cross, they provided medical care and medicine to the poor people in the area.  However, among the hundreds of medical ¡°aid¡± programs targeted at people with different incomes every year, the real purpose is not to ¡°eliminate pain¡± on the surface, but to use the cheapest, most convenient, reasonable and legal means to  Obtaining something that those in high positions and positions of power dream of.  At the beginning of the birth of the earth, it experienced crustal movement, which eventually separated the land and ocean from each other, forming its current fixed shape c

    Human beings have also produced different genes during their long evolutionary years under the influence of different regions, climates, food plans, etc.  These little things, invisible to the naked eye, play an immeasurable role in the variation and continuation of species.  Every biologist wants to gather them together, compare and match them, and obtain the most powerful and adaptable new species.  The most obvious representative is that during World War II, the Nazis extensively collected genes from all over the world in order to comprehensively develop the strongest Aryan race.

    (I have never been able to find out what the name of the program is. However, this project does exist. It was once directed by Speer.)

    The Royal Society of Medicine is not as simple as it seems.  It is actually a comprehensive form of power, money, and biological science.  Under the legal veneer of medicine and disease prevention and control, the old Royal Society of Medicine is popular around the world.  Especially in the third world and poor areas with backward economic conditions, through free vaccination and patient admission, medicine will openly collect the human genes in the area.  Except for the controller who really understands the significance, no one knows where the collected blood samples go?  Moreover, by providing financial and political support to local governments, the Royal Society of Medicine also has various powers to set up and build research facilities in the name of "collaboration".  In remote areas far away from cities, various viruses with strong infectious properties are developed. Clinical trials of drugs that would attract countless protests in developed countries can also be carried out under the guise of "distributing drugs for free."  Amidst countless poor people's grateful praises, I handed it to them with a smile, watched them eat it in front of them without any precautions, and recorded the exact time of taking it, as well as the body's reactions every ten minutes, and even various types of  bad condition.  c??". Even if someone dies on the spot, there is no need to bear any responsibility. There is no need to even pay compensation such as money.

    In short, all behaviors are representatives of goodness.  Doctors and nurses in white coats are always angels giving life and opportunity.  No one would have thought that they would become experimental subjects, and no one would have known that the drugs used to treat diseases were unverified and unapproved products.  Ignorance, poverty, backwardness, free trust generated by customary concepts, and faith in government propaganda agencies.  "." It will never be possible to calculate how many people die every year from drug experiments in underdeveloped regions such as Africa, Asia, and South America.  The Royal Society of Medicine will never receive a complaint about this.  Directly using one million to buy off the country's upper echelons is more effective than spending the same amount of money to compensate the people.  The greedy officials will help you get rid of all the troubles, and even kill people to silence you, so that you can continue to have the beautiful appearance of being reasonable and legal.

    To put it bluntly, it is actually the old saying - human life is worthless.  "

    City of Life No. 1 is located in Switzerland.  That was more than a hundred years ago.  At that time, the Royal Society of Medicine was invited to establish a branch office in Zurich.  Based on hundreds of admiring biological and medical scientists, a new research laboratory was established directly without identity recognition.  From that time on, a duopoly was formed between Zurich and London.  The conflict between Josephine and Crixus gradually intensified, and eventually evolved into a war situation in which each side had different supporters.

    "If the situation continues like this, even the Creator will fall from the high clouds. Just like Satan who fell from heaven to hell with his wings cut off. Failure."  "You will never be an angel anymore, but a dirty, despicable, despicable devil_"

    The voice came from behind.  It sounds hoarse, with occasional harsh syllables that are too sharp.  Although there is an obvious smile, there is no gentleness in it at all. It is more like a curse full of malice and resentment.

    "I've said it many times."  "Laura, don't be so excited. We have already got what we want. If we want to continue to get more, it will take time."

    Crixus turned around helplessly, walked back to the large and clean long strip table and sat down, looking seriously at the woman sitting on the side.  The room is not big and the sound insulation is very good.  In addition to the various simple furnishings on the table, there are only four exquisitely crafted oak seats.  The corridor outside was filled with guards who were absolutely loyal to Crixus.  No one was eavesdropping, and it was impossible for anyone to break in at this time.

    After all, this is a secret room that only the president and vice-president of the United Doctors Association are qualified to enter.

    "Our enemies also need time"

    Compared with Crixus, Laura is obviously an old woman who cannot be associated with words such as "pretty little" or "beautiful". Her appearance is equivalent to that of a middle-aged woman in her forties. She is very thin, but she cannot use the word "slim".  " or "skinny" and other words are used to describe it. It is more like a living zombie who has taken drugs for a long time and is malnourished and with a withered face.

    Although they are all parasites, not everyone will become more and more beautiful like Lin Xiang.  Perhaps, the modification of cells by viruses will also be affected by the subjective thinking of the brain.  Especially the specific expression of the concept of beauty and ugliness.  

    ". They can only obey the host's consciousness forever.

    "We have enough time."

    Cricks obviously didn¡¯t want to dwell on this issue any longer.  He took the initiative to change the subject, raised a smile full of kindness, and said, "You should change your appearance. Use the best materials to do a few surgeries. It's very simple and not troublesome."

    Plastic surgery has been developed to its peak in the old days.  There are also quite a number of people in the Doctors United Association who take this as their main research direction.  The benefits gained from this account for about 80% of the association's average annual profit.

    "Renovation?"

    Laura snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Having three hundred and ninety-seven surgeries in a row like you? Replace all the bones in the body, reinstall additional muscle tissue, and use synthetic protein  In addition, create new skin, comprehensively transform the endocrine system, and then use expensive soft polyester and titanium materials to make a new male genitalia? Will it never wilt, always be strong, and never rust?"

    "That's enough, we are friends, not enemies"

    There was a flush on Crixus' handsome face.  He was originally a man who was not very confident. Laura's cruel and vicious words mercilessly carved into his heart like a knife.  Although all of this is true, it is a personal privacy that Crixus wants to keep in his heart forever and does not want to think about at all.

    "Why are you so angry? Are you embarrassed? Or do you feel ashamed?"

    Laura had no intention of letting him go, and continued to sneer: "You can hide it from others, but you can never hide it in front of me. Young man, I am the chief surgeon who will perform your transformation. Those two words of yours  The balls were switched out and replaced with synthetic devices. The testicles are still soaked in formalin and placed in my private collection. Oh! I also let it slip that Josephine is also an insider.  One. Although she did not perform most of your surgeries like me, she was the specific transformer of several important parts. Hehehehehe."  "Perhaps, your sperm production body still contains some unknown ingredients that she preset at the time. You should understand the special hobby of that old woman. She always likes to add some weird things to her surgical works. Maybe  , is it because of this that you kept her imprisoned, instead of just shooting her head off?"

    Crixus opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

    Very helpless.  "." In terms of speaking, he will never be Laura's opponent.  Women have the natural advantage of talking.  What's more, Crixus' own secret is also in Laura's hands.  And it¡¯s really hard to talk about.

    "Tell me! What exactly do you want me to do for you?"

    He decided not to continue this boring language battle and turned the topic to his own advantage.
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