11 He walked out carefully with a sack, thanks to his unusual hearing, he always avoided being about to touch someone, otherwise he would have been discovered several times long ago.

11 I sneaked to the place where lifeboats were stored on the deck. Usually, unless I pass by, I rarely come here deliberately. Who would go to check the lifeboats without any trouble?

He carefully checked, and after confirming that there was no one, he immediately took out the silk sack, squeezed out a long thread, tied one end to the iron railing, and tied the other end to the mouth of the sack, and then gently put the sack down, trying not to make a sound when he fell into the water. After getting into the water, 11 realized that he had missed something, that is, he now only had one hand, and he had to paddle and grab the sack, which was not enough.

The sack cannot be thrown away because 11 wants to know the secret of the genetic warrior, which is also related to his own survival. After thinking for a while, he had to untie the silk thread tied to the mouth of the sack, hold the sack with his mouth, and use his right hand to paddle. Fortunately, the buoyancy of the sea water is relatively high, and dragging the sack is not very heavy, but it just hinders the movement.

11 First confirmed the direction of the freighter's advance, then quietly dived into the water and chose another direction to sneak and swam secretly. It was not until he left the freighter that he surfaced and continued swimming.

He swam for more than five hours until it was completely dark. He saw land appearing in front of him. He swam faster towards the land and climbed onto the small beach with his hands and feet. At this time, 11 did not rush to take a break and recover his strength. Instead, he took a few breaths and observed the surrounding environment first. He confirmed that there was no danger nearby before dragging the sack into a place that was not easy to pay attention to. Then 11 rested with confidence.

After more than ten minutes, 11 felt that his physical strength had recovered a little, so he quietly went out to check his current location.

This is a seaside city. The characters written in the plaques on the shops show that this is the land belonging to the Dragon Kingdom. After a short walk around nearby, I already knew that the place was called Fengyuan County. The nomadic god hand-killing.

Fengyuan County is still a long way from the capital. It is impossible to walk all the way. It seems that you must find a transportation tool.

11's eyes fell on a high-end car that was swaying left and right on the coast. He looked silently for a moment and then turned back. He carried the sack and came back again. He knocked on the window and the car stopped shaking immediately. After waiting for a long time, the car window was put down. Inside the car was a pair of men and women with disheveled clothes, and the woman was still blushing. The man poked his head out, glared at 11, and shouted, "What are you doing?" He also took out a dagger and shook it in his hand.

11 slowly pulled out a pistol and said lightly: "Get out."

The man sneered and said, "Oh, where did you get the toy gun? It looks really real. Do you want to shoot? Come on, and shoot it here." As he said that, he pointed to his forehead and urged, "Let's shoot quickly, why? Don't you dare?"

"Bang!" A bullet brushed across his cheek and made a small hole in a car door on the other side.

The men and women in the car were stunned and looked at the pistol that was still smoking in their hands.

"Ah...!!" The woman suddenly screamed.

11 didn't explain much, but carried the sack on his shoulder and walked over, saying, "Please help me study this thing."

"Why? If you say help, just help? Why...I...help...oh my god. What is this?" The madman originally wanted to ignore 11, but when 11 cut the mouth of the sack with a dagger and exposed the blood-red genetic warrior inside, his tone completely changed, and his eyes glowed like a mountain of gold suddenly saw a mountain of gold.

"Gene Warrior." 11 said lightly: "They are like me, and their genetics have been modified. However, they have been transformed more thoroughly. Whether it is vitality or various skills, they are much better than me."

Dr. Madman was pulling out the gene warrior from the sack, and then he couldn't put it down and carefully touched the exposed muscles on the epidermis, and said in a daze: "This person was also created in your organization?"

11 shook his head and said, "He was made by the Little Bug Kingdom, but I don't know what went wrong. He became like this."

The madman nodded suddenly and said, "I understand, I understand, don't worry, leave it to me." As he said that, he wanted to turn around to get the equipment.

"madman."

The mad doctor said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

11 Untie the strip of cloth bandaged on the left arm to reveal the thick white bones inside.

The madman doctor was stunned for a moment, then ran over and carefully dragged 11's left hand and looked carefully for a long time. He said with a "tsk tsk": "It's strange, even the flesh and tendons are gone, why hasn't this skeleton fallen apart yet?"

"I don't know." 11 said lightly: "When I do vigorous exercise, it doesn't fall."

The madman looked up and asked, "How did your meat rot?"

"Bite by a mutant creature."

"Mutual creature?"

"It is a kind of creature created by the small insect country with viruses and biochemicals. They were originally just animals, but their genes seemed to have been changed, they all became huge, and they were very aggressive. I was bitten off a piece of meat by a mutated dog. Then my whole left hand became like this."

The madman asked with his eyes lit up: "Have you got these mutated creatures?"

11 shook his head and said, "No." The nomadic god beat him.

The madman showed a slightly disappointed look, but when his eyes fell on the genetic warrior on the bed, the disappointed expression disappeared immediately, and he said, "Forget it, this thing is enough to study for a while. If you find a way to get one or two mutant creatures."

11 pointed to his left arm and said, "My hand."

"What do you want? Pretend to have a fake hand for you? Or do I want me to find a way to help you regenerate your muscles?"

“Can muscles grow?”

The madman touched his chin and said, "In theory, it's OK, but your blood vessels and nerves are helpless."

"What else do you want to do? Help me remove it."

The madman waved his hand and said, "It's better to keep it first. Your left hand skeleton is so rotten that it's still apart. It's very research-worthy."

11 looked at the madman doctor powerlessly. In his eyes, everything could be studied.

Dr. Madman no longer cares about 11, go and mess with the genetic warrior first.

After a while, Dr. Madman frowned and said, "Strange."

11 asked lightly: "What's wrong?"

"He is indeed like you, his genes have been recombined, and the sorting is similar to yours. But why did it become like this? Strange, all skills are very normal." The madman used his hand to push away the rotten meat on the face of the Gene Warrior who was shot by Wei Bingyan's pistol, and he could clearly see the internal tissue of the head. He cut open the muscles of the Gene Warrior's chest and took out the heart that was almost broken by bullets in his chest. Until the heart was taken out, the Gene Warrior still shook from time to time.

The madman frowned and said, "What did he maintain? He didn't die like this? It's so strange."

"I don't know." 11 said: "You'd better help me find out if they have any weaknesses."

The madman waved his hand and signaled that he knew, but his eyes were still staring at the genetic warrior, frowning and thinking deeply.

11 looked at his left arm and said, "Madman."

Dr. Madman did not respond to him. 11 knew that Dr. Madman had fallen into a state of research and no longer disturbed him. He held the dagger and wanted to cut off the bone. But when the dagger just touched the skeleton, a cold and numb feeling came from the skeleton of the left arm. 11 looked at the skeleton of his left hand in a daze. After thinking about it, he finally inserted the dagger back and bandaged his left arm again with a cloth strip.

The madman was still standing beside the bed, with only the gene warrior on the bed in his eyes. He used a scalpel to cut off a few muscles from him from time to time. After checking for a while, he stood up and continued to think deeply. Or he was holding a strange-shaped instrument and pushing it around the body of the gene warrior. A large number of 11 incomprehensible numerical arrangements appeared on the LCD screen on the instrument. It seemed that this thing was like a scanner or something.

11 did not care about Dr. Madman anymore, but turned around and walked into the warehouse, took out a pistol he got from Wei Bingyan and put it in the warehouse, and the other one was on his body. He originally wanted the madman to help him see the level of the modification of the pistol, but seeing how he is now, he had to wait until next time. 11 left a gun, just in case, if one is lost, there is one here for inspection. And he now only has one hand and cannot use two guns.

After walking around the warehouse, I saw that there was no new product, but 11 turned around and went out. Dr. Madman continued to study the gene warrior, and 11 did not disturb him, but left by himself.

After leaving the place where Dr. Madman lived, 11 walked a long distance before stopping a passing taxi, and then drove straight to the villa area outside the countryside.

As soon as the car stopped outside Wen Qiang's villa, several bodyguards ran out from it.

Several bodyguards looked him up and down a few times, and one of them asked, "Who are you looking for?"

11 Before he could change his clothes, he looked quite embarrassed now, and there were still many places he had been hooked. If he hadn't had a very difficult temperament to speak, he always felt that he was not like an ordinary person, and these bodyguards would have driven him away long ago.

"Wenqiang." 11 said lightly.

Those bodyguards frowned when they heard this. When others saw Wen Qiang, they called him "Mr. Wen" and "Mr. Wen", and his friends only called him "Lao Wen" or "Xiao Qiang". This is the first time they have seen people who dare to call him by his name. At most, they are only about the same age as their eldest lady.

Just as the bodyguards were still hesitating, Wen Qiang's voice came from the communicator at the door: "Let him in."

Several bodyguards looked at each other for a few seconds before opening the iron door.

11 He didn't talk much, and walked in, and it looked as natural as in his own garden.
Chapter completed!