MTL - Right on Target-Chapter 167 167 jin copy, 167 jin copy, street false copy

With the experience of last time, the landing is very stable this time. Su Heting poked his head out from between the chief's arms, saw the silver flowers surrounding him, and then shook the small lamp. In the next second, Yinhua responded with a rustling sound. He nodded in satisfaction, like a leader who came to inspect: "It's not bad to put them here, it's not easy to lose."

Xie Zhenshu turned his head and looked into the depths of Yinhua. The flowers there are rustling, and someone is moving.

Su Heting said: "Is this coming? I thought there would be a 'bang' or 'crack' sound..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he really heard a "bang", and a big man rolled out from among the flowers. This big man was shirtless and full of flesh. He crushed Yinhua to this side, yelling and cursing nonstop: "Master, I'm going to **** their electrical panels! Gouging my head hurts so badly that I almost peed my pants!"

On the other side, someone replied: "Don't shout, listen to me, the old gods have something to say—"

Before the man finished speaking, he knelt down among the flowers and vomited wildly. He was a thin man, not small in stature, poking on the ground like a bamboo pole, his arms trembling, as if he was about to be unable to support his little flesh.

Every time the thin man vomits twice, he has to say a word: "You can't, vomit—you can't, but give up on yourself! The more painful you are, the more you have to...fuck, vomit!"

He vomited so badly that it seemed like he was about to vomit out his internal organs.

The big man panted and wiped his face, and said: "It's about this time, stop preaching soon, and don't even look at where this is!"

The thin man said, "Oh, sixteenth brother, I don't want to either, it's not, it's not vomiting!"

Su Heting heard it interestingly, and his tone naturally blended into it: "What is this not? Finish speaking, leader."

The skinny man named "Master" didn't notice it, and nodded his head a few times in the hard work, holding back the meaning of vomiting: "Isn't this a change of place? It's the critical moment of missionary work. The more it is like this, the less you can fall."

Su Heting said: "It makes sense, but how can it be considered depraved?"

The leader said: "Of course it is to give up the struggle and dedicate oneself to the electronic false god. That is too depraved! We must advise everyone not to do this. The flesh is our last battleground."

The big man named "Sixteenth Brother" finally felt something was wrong when he heard this. He sat up abruptly, and shouted violently: "Who is interrupting all this time? What are you interrupting? Is your name Sixteenth Brother!"

Su Heting said: "Coincidentally, although my name is not Sixteen, there is also Six in my code name, my name is 006."

The two turned their heads together and looked at Su Heting. This big man is a thunderbolt, and he raised his eyebrows at Su Heting: "What kind of 006, I've never heard of it! My name is 016. What number are you from?"

Su Heting said: "I think about it, it's probably in field 000."

He babbled nonsense, without blinking his eyes, with a calm expression on his face.

016 said: "What is field 000? I've never heard of it. Master, have you heard of it?"

The leader looked weak and persuaded: "Okay, okay, don't always ask the bottom line, people also have their privacy, the old **** said—"

He never leaves the old gods in his two sentences, and when he speaks, he talks at length and irritates endlessly. 016 was so annoyed by his reading, he hugged his head and yelled: "Damn you! Stop talking, let me be quiet!"

The leader said: "Okay, okay, calm down, I will tell you later."

Their combination is strangely tight, the one who is the leader doesn't have the aura of the leader, and the younger brother doesn't look like a younger brother. Sitting together at the moment, one is tall and thin and the other is short and strong, I don't know how to get together.

At this time, many people had appeared in the hall, and everyone was sitting or standing, all of them were pale and emaciated. Xie Zhenshu glanced around and found that apart from the splicing people, there were also some ordinary survivors.

The leader finally stopped vomiting. He got up and asked 016: "Brother Sixteen, are you better?"

016 said: "No, it hurts like hell!"

The leader touched the back of his head, worried: "We have a hole in our head, and we don't know if we will die. Oh, it's my fate. Come on, sixteenth brother, I'll help you up first."

He held 016's arm and brought 016 up from the ground. It turned out that 016 had a broken leg and was unable to move, so he rolled in the flowers.

016 got up, looked at Su Heting and Xie Zhenshu suddenly, and said viciously: "What are you two looking at, have you never seen a cripple?"

Su Heting said: "I have seen many cripples, but few are as powerful as you. My friend, your leg was cut off recently, right?"

As soon as this remark came out, 016 looked worried, but he didn't vent his anger on others, he just "hummed" heavily, which was regarded as an answer to Su Heting.

The leader said: "It's sad to say, the sixteenth brother's leg was cut off by an experimental robot. Sixteenth brother, may the old gods touch your wound and make all the pain disappear."

Xie Zhenshu's parents believe in the teachings of God, and he has also been blessed by the leader, but because of the experiment, the chief has never believed in religion, so for a while, he didn't know which "old god" the leader said. bit.

016 said: "Don't fart, if the old gods are really useful, why don't they completely destroy the main **** system, so as to vent their anger on its dead believers."

He had just had his leg amputated, so he was inevitably a little disheartened and thought of the worst in everything. As soon as the energy when he just went online was gone, he showed a bit of depression.

The leader supported 016 and walked to Su Heting and Xie Zhenshu. He was actually good-looking, but he was too thin, with sunken cheeks and a little out of shape. He said, "Are the two also from the farm? How do you call them?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "Sir and the cat."

The leader said: "Hello, sir, or the cat. My name is the leader. This is 016. You can call him Sixteenth Brother."

016 said: "Fuck you, I'm older than them no matter what, why am I still a younger brother? Listen carefully, you can either call me 016 or Brother Sixteen."

Su Heting smiled and said, "Okay, sixteenth brother."

016 Airway: "You bastard—"

The leader hurriedly smoothed things over: "It's all the same, it's just a title, you can call it whatever you want. The old **** said—"

016 said: "Tell me, you watermelon carrot head, stop preaching! What is this place?"

At this time, the survivors were all teleported, and everyone spontaneously gathered around. Xie Zhenshu glanced around and noticed that most of the people were wearing loose prison uniforms. Only the leader was the most special. He was wearing a monk's robe with a white smear on his chest and a small spider drawn in the middle. The hem of the pure black robe dragged to the ground, covering his legs, making him look like he was walking on stilts.

One person said: "I don't know where, I just remember getting my head gouged off on the bench, and I wake up here."

Another person said: "Seeing that there are no windows on all sides, it must be a gas chamber. After all, it is not a good place."

Another person said: "I don't think it looks like the autopsies at Field 015 were performed collectively. If it were a gas chamber, people in one field should be waiting to die collectively."

The numbers on everyone's prison uniforms are clear, such as 008-9247 and 011-3641, which are very inconsistent. Xie Zhenshu heard two pieces of information from their words. One was that they were all implanted with brain-computer interfaces, and the other was that the Lord God had used the number of the farm as a unit to carry out collective massacres.

Although everyone was confused, they didn't panic. They should have encountered weirder things than this in the light track area, and their words were only a little numb. Because there was no reason to discuss, the hall quickly fell into silence. After a while, 016 said: "There are a total of twenty-two people here, two by two, from different fields."

One person said: "That's just right, let's form a partner according to the field number, it will be more convenient to act like this."

Another person said: "The hall is so big, it's difficult for a team of two to do the job. How about this, the reformers form a team, the survivors form a team, and the patrolling and control are all handed over to the reformers."

Other stitchers echoed, and only one survivor, Nuonuo, said, "We can also patrol."

His voice was not too loud, and everyone present could hear it. Several stitchers were unhappy and were about to complain, but the leader suddenly raised his hand, but no one paid attention to him.

016 sneered a few times, and said, "Why, the survivors don't even have the qualifications to speak? You are amazing, even stricter than the electronic false gods. Haha, reformers, what are some reformers, aren't they the little ones used by the main **** for experiments? White rats, they are still **** divided into three, six, and nine classes. Teacher, tell me!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the splicing people looked embarrassed. Strange to say, 016 is a man with a broken leg, and he has to be supported by the leader when he walks, but these people are very afraid of his appearance.

The leader said: "I suggest that a reformer bring four survivors, and we divide into four teams, take turns patrolling, and cooperate with each other, so that the survivors can also participate."

A person interrupted him and said, "There are twenty-two people in total. How did you divide them up? What about the remaining two? Did you kill them?"

The leader said: "How can they be killed? The old gods said that people must love others, but people cannot kill. The extra people are counted in our team, follow me and 016."

The man said: "You have made a good plan. The other teams have five people, but your team has seven people. When the time comes, the voting and decision-making will be up to you? Well, □□!"

016 said: "Stop talking nonsense, or someone will give it to you."

Su Heting shook the small lamp, tilted his head and interjected: "I think, everyone, shouldn't we ask the opinions of the two extra people first? I would like to have extra."

He was thin recently, with a handsome face, he looked like a high school student after putting away his cunning expression, and his smile was even more innocent, no one in the room felt that something was wrong.

The splicing person who spoke first said: "You don't understand anything, you don't understand 016 either? They are all old, weak, sick and disabled, so wait for death. Hey, boy, I think you two are not bad, why don't you form a team with me."

What he called was Su Heting, but in fact he saw Xie Zhenshu. There are only four splicers in total. If it is divided according to the teacher's instructions, the remaining people must be healthy and strong. Xie Zhenshu has broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and long legs. No matter how you look at it, he has been trained, and he will not lose money if he grabs it.

"I told you all the words, do you think I can't hear you?" 016 sneered again, he gave a thumbs up and pointed to himself, "You are afraid that this place will become a Colosseum, and if there is a commotion, I will kill you alone, so In a hurry to form a gang."

Su Heting asked curiously: "Have you ever been to the Colosseum? Where is that?"

A stitcher said: "Where is it? You can tell by looking at his back, the heart embedded in it is new. Oh, let me say less, almost everything on his body is new, this 016 is amazing Very well, it is notorious in our farm. If you ask him what his favorite thing to do, hmph, he likes to kill people for their lives, and kill others for their own lives!"

016's face was livid, and he forced a smile. He already looked ferocious, and such a smile was even more frightening. He said: "Everyone is rubbish, don't let your mother take the blame. I will put my words here first. If you like to talk or not, if you don't talk about it, let's do our own things, and don't hinder anyone."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the leader and walked away, and everyone broke up unhappy.

Su Heting tilted his body, leaning on the Xie pillow book, his face didn't even blush: "Since I look young, then you can pretend to be my brother, is that okay?"