Chapter 1545 Big Killer

Park aside and prepare the information needed to apply for the president.

While waiting to submit information, he heard a loud sound coming from the hall, followed by panicked shouts from researchers.

He hurried to the hall and found a person tied to a thick chain. The person looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, his eyes were red, and he looked very aggressive.

Someone gave him anesthesia, but he did not fall down. Instead, he bared his teeth and roared at the approaching researchers.

Bo's eyebrows wrinkled until Man came to his side.

"This is a very powerful mass murder weapon that has been recently developed. Even though he looks like an eighteen-year-old young man, he has killed at least a thousand people."

A thousand people?

The corners of Man's mouth curled up, "You're surprised. The researchers locked him up with thousands of children in a room on the bottom floor at the same time. Only those who passed the seventh level could survive. He was the only one who passed the seventh level. Through surveillance, researchers counted the number of people he killed, which was about 1,100. His genes have been modified, and his hands can directly tear people into pieces."

The things in the research base are really getting more and more abnormal.

"Tear it into pieces with your bare hands? Is it possible?"

Bo's face was still gentle, but his eyes looking at the boy were full of interest.

"Perhaps, you know that there is a kind of nation in this world. They are aggressive by nature and everyone is a fighter. There is also a nation whose bones are harder than ordinary people. The boy standing in front of you now is Fusion Monsters created by multiple genes.”

People at the research base can even transplant other people's memories, let alone create a monster through gene fusion.

"How strong is he?"

The corner of Man's mouth curled up even more, "The most powerful killer at present, he can also use various guns, and he can shoot headshots with guns, and he is invincible in close combat."

The interest in Bo's eyes became even stronger. If he became the president, could he take this thing out?

"However, he has also been implanted with a violent gene and is unfriendly to people. Only his master can control him."

"Who is his master?"

Man knew Bo was interested and chuckled, "He is just a temporarily researched killing weapon. He doesn't have an owner yet. Everyone is the same in his eyes. Let's see who he will be given to in the future."

There was a trace of desire in Bo's eyes. With such a murderous weapon in hand, wouldn't it be convenient for him to kill Fu Yancheng and others directly.

It's a pity that the top management of the research base has not decided who to give this killing weapon to.

He sighed, a little regretfully.

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On the other side, Fu Yancheng's people had entered those buildings to investigate.

That night, Fu Yancheng himself went in, and the three of them pretended to be refugees.

This is a place specially designed to accommodate refugees, regardless of nationality.

Fu Yancheng followed the staff of the welfare center to get the house number, and then got his own room.

The room is about fifteen square meters and has a separate bathroom.

For refugees, this is a paradise.

Fu Yancheng didn't touch anything in the room, and his eyes became dark.

This welfare center has existed for many years. There are only so many buildings in total. Over the years, it has never been full, and there are always empty rooms. This shows that the number of people here has been decreasing. As for where they have gone, there is no one there for the time being. Know.

The smell inside the house was terrible. After all, many people had lived in this room. He was standing in the corridor outside and happened to say hello to his neighbor.

The neighbor has been here for half a year, and his tone was very enthusiastic when he saw him.

"You are new here today, right? You are so lucky."

"Why good luck?"

"I'm not lucky to be able to get into this place. I've only been here for half a year and I've already gained more than 20 pounds. This place not only provides accommodation, but also provides three meals a day."

Fu Yancheng raised his eyebrows and asked casually, "New people come in every month. I thought I couldn't get a room. Why do I feel like there are so many empty rooms in this building?"

"You didn't know this, right? People with high IQs here go to work in North America. I heard they work in the financial center of Wall Street. The money they earn is US dollars. Every two months, a dozen people are selected. Listen, It is said that these people have sent a lot of US dollars back home one after another."

When the man talked about this, his tone was full of envy, "But I'm not in good health. I might die tomorrow, so I probably won't be able to do that kind of good thing."

Going to work on Wall Street? Earn dollars?

Isn't this the same routine as smuggling people from China to work abroad, only to be deceived into slavery by human traffickers? (End of chapter)