Bruce inserted a USB flash drive engraved with the bat mark into the laptop next to him:
"Help me analyze these things. I want to know if the teleportation technology can be used on humans."
Cyborg on the other side immediately used the inserted USB flash drive to scan the data in the computer, and quickly constructed all the technologies in the data:
"In the simulation experiment, it can transport living things. These technologies are all fine."
"Very well, thank you for your hard work."
Pulling out the USB flash drive, Bruce drove away from this small city with the computer he bought for more than a thousand dollars...
In a video store.
A young man wearing a gray sweatshirt and covering his face with a mask was rummaging through the store for valuables.
However, there was nothing in the drawer on the first floor except a pile of useless paper, so he quietly went to the second floor.
Starting from the nearest room, the young man, who covered his head and face and wore cotton gloves, found nothing and stared at the locked room at the end of the corridor.
Click...click...click.
He easily solved the door lock, but when he opened the door, he almost peed.
I saw a boy in green clothes tied tightly to a recliner in an office-like environment!
“omg…”
He was stunned for a moment, because the scene in front of him was very similar to what those good buddies in prison had told him.
Some psychopath kidnaps little boys and dresses them in weird clothes...
Gudong…
The fear caused by the story continued to amplify in his heart, and when he was about to escape from the house, a weak cry for help stopped him.
It was the little boy tied up on the recliner asking for help!
Gritting his teeth, the hesitation on the young man's face suddenly turned into determination, and he tried to help the other person.
Five locks were hung on the chains binding the boy's hands, feet and neck. After a brief consideration, he first tried to lift the recliner.
It's a bit heavy, but he can lift it!
Then he opened the window next to him, but after looking at the height, he gave up the original idea.
After closing the door, the young man prepared to open the five locks.
Just when he opened the fourth lock, there was a sudden movement outside the house.
There is a car parked downstairs!
Realizing that something was going to happen, the young man speeded up the unlocking process, while the 'boy' who had no restraint on his upper body was also unchaining himself.
Click.
"Hurry and jump out of the window with me."
Listening to the footsteps approaching outside the door, the young man supported the boy he rescued and ran quickly to the window.
Unfortunately, the two of them were pulled to the ground by a huge force before they ran a few steps, and then an Asian face appeared in the young man's field of vision.
"You are quite brave."
Zhang San grabbed the judo master lying on the ground and punched him directly in the stomach.
"Well..."
The judo master, who was already so hungry after only eating one meal a day, fainted when this happened.
"He's just a kid!"
The young man who saw this scene was angry, and he was ready to defeat the opponent with the kung fu he learned from the movie.
But when he saw a group of people with guns standing at the door, the anger in his heart quickly turned into fear.
Even the body that had just stood up was so frightened that it collapsed to the ground.
Zhang San glanced at the judo master he was holding in his hand and asked him with a puzzled look on his face: "Don't you watch the news?"
"I…"
The young man dominated by fear trembled and said: "I...I just got out of prison..."
The young man's name is Jack. He is white and 21 years old. When he was 18 years old and just coming of age, he was caught stealing a car and hiding a pistol on his body. He was sentenced to three years in prison.
He has no idea about the recent big news.
Due to professional habits, Zhang San searched his lower body. As a result, he found that this man was not very honest and actually had a folding knife in his trouser pocket.
"I use it for self-defense..."
Perhaps because he knew how false his words sounded, Jack lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhang San.
Chris and the vigilantes next to him tied the judo master to the recliner again, and they also hung up the lock that Jack had unlocked.
Then several people took him downstairs. Zhang San took out his police officer ID card and looked at the other person and said:
"You should get a job, Jack."
"Please officer, I don't want to go to jail..."
Three years of prison experience made Jack very painful because he was white and thin, and the prison was almost entirely filled with black people...
He never wanted to go back to prison.
"I can let you go this time, but you have to promise me that you will honestly find a job after you go out."
"I swear to God! Officer, I will never be a thief again."
"No, you should swear to me."
Seeing Officer Zhang pull out his big gun in front of him, Jack couldn't help but gulp down the dark muzzle of the gun.
"I swear to you...I will honestly find a job."
…
After settling the matter in the video store, Zhang San took Chris and the vigilantes to search the three women's homes.
Not only did they get back the butterflies' small spaceship, they also packed back the valuable things in the house.
"Sir, Old Jack sent the money."
Kara, who opened the door for them, said to Zhang San.
"how many?"
"Five million two hundred thousand."
Zhang San was not surprised when he heard this number. Rich people love that kind of thing.
There are many medicines on the market to treat spent cannons, but there are almost no side effects like the ones he sells.
Just one pill can make a weak man with dark circles and a big belly unleash a fierce attack that lasts for half an hour.
If only a small bottle hadn't been drawn out...
"Transfer me 1.9 million, and you can keep the rest."
Since the stuff Shilian released last time was too rubbish, Zhang San decided to take some interest first.
When Wayne Group pays the dividends, he will be able to lift the seal.
But before smoking, he went to visit the three women who were locked in the glass room in the basement by Kara.
"Are you going to keep them like this?"
Through the glass, Chris saw the women who were still angry.
"Keep them first, they will be valuable when the others starve to death."
Things are rare and valuable, and when all the butterflies in the world die of starvation, these three will bring him good profits.
The glass room has everything, a bed, a bathroom, a separate toilet...
Zhang San also thoughtfully provided them with a lot of board games to prevent them from getting bored, and there was even a TV outside the glass room to watch.
I just can't change the channel.
"So, is that mosquito dead?"
The vigilante's words reminded Zhang San, and several people went upstairs and opened the door to the staff dormitory.
The mice and the eagle were eating snacks and watching TV on the bed. The mung bean flies were also beside them, and a needle inserted diagonally appeared on the table where the insect box was placed.
There is also a thin thread threaded through the hole of the needle, and the mosquito's body is hanging on the thread, drifting in the wind blowing in from the window...
