Moore's eyes were spinning at this time.

He looked at the old glass in front of him suspiciously, his eyes were empty, as if his soul had left his body.

Moore tilted his head slightly and looked behind him.

Sure enough, there was a fingernail-sized chip hidden in the hair behind this guy's head.

Moore's expression changed.

Is this little thing really that magical?

The neural structure of the human brain is extremely mysterious. Can a small chip perfectly integrate it?

Then we can make those crappy home appliances become extremely smart, just like the worms in the user's stomach?

Besides, isn’t there no internet in this warehouse?

Suddenly, Russell came back to his senses and smiled sideways.

Moore felt a chill down his spine. He smiled and said, "Dr. Russell also had a chip implanted?"

Russell nodded slowly: "I'm the first one, and I'm the administrator."

Moore smoothed his blond hair and struck a handsome pose. "I have always been eager to learn. How about Dr. Russell tell me about the principle of this device?"

Russell smiled amiably and said, "It's too much trouble to explain. Master Moore wants to understand. Why don't you install one yourself? Wouldn't the principle be obvious?"

But Moore hesitated.

"never mind."

Russell smiled and said, "I will be very busy today. Let's talk about it when we have the chance. After all, the customer is God."

client?

Moore was a little confused.

But less than a minute later, the roar of a locomotive was heard outside the warehouse.

Lu Xi, who had just left, appeared at the door of the warehouse with a motorcycle helmet in his hand.

Behind her were a dozen or so motorcycle enthusiasts, both men and women.

She smiled and said, "I thought about it and realized that such a good opportunity should not be wasted, so I called my friends!"

Moore's heart trembled.

This returning customer comes too quickly!

Russell naturally accepted everyone who came and let out a low laugh.

Jerusalem, a famous historical city and religious holy place.

It is a "battlefield" in the history of Western conquests, and because it connects the three continents of Asia, Africa and Europe and is where important roads intersect, it is known as the center of the world.

In the well-known tourist destination of Jerusalem, 220 meters underground on Mount Zion, there is an unknown prison. It is a fortress-level facility with a 20-meter-wide protective wall.

Countries around the world appear to be united but are actually divided, but they are united in their actions to deal with super-powered aliens.

They contributed their most advanced technology to build this prison.

The evil, unrepentant, research-worthy, and even unkillable super-modified humans or innate evolvers are imprisoned in this Mount Zion super-powered prison.

Also known as Yizhong.

At this moment, in cell No. 002, which is 3 meters thick and made entirely of silver metal.

A figure was leaning quietly against the wall.

It looked like an old man, with silver hair parted on the side and wearing thick reading glasses. He licked his fingers and gently flipped the book in his hand, reading with great interest and a very peaceful expression.

Like a wise man who loves reading and doesn't care about worldly affairs.

But his body was a monster.

He was three meters tall and two meters wide at the shoulders. He looked as if his skin had been completely peeled off, because his body seemed to be made up of strips of dark red, extremely thick muscles.

Even the muscles between the eyebrows used for blinking are as thick as a red steel bar.

Ferocious and terrifying.

Crash.

He continued to flip through the books, but heard the sound of iron chains.

His hands and feet were equipped with huge iron hoops, which seemed to weigh nearly a hundred kilograms.

There was a green tube connected to the back of his neck, which continuously injected him with high-concentration anesthetic.

bite.

The prison's heavy electronic metal door opened, and a prison guard slowly walked in carrying a cup of coffee and a stack of bread.

The old man looked up from his book and stretched out his hand slightly.

There was a loud bang! The metal walls around him released a strong electromagnetic force, which firmly attached the iron hoop on the old man's wrist to the wall, making him unable to move.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The old monster had one hand controlled, but he shrugged slightly and said jokingly, "Officer Stephen, you see, these devices are always too sensitive. I just wanted to say hello to you."

The young blond prison guard smiled helplessly and performed a few simple operations on the device on his wrist.

The magnetic force on the wall faded, and the monster old man could finally put down his hand.

The young prison guard said, "Everyone knows that Mr. Jin is no longer the Mr. Jin of the past. He is almost the most educated and cultured person in our prison."

"Thanks for the compliment."

The old monster adjusted his reading glasses and said, "I have killed 1,829 people before, but you know, that was my genes at work. Now I have restrained it. I just want to stay quietly in the ocean of books."

The blond prison guard slowly put down the tray. "Compared to No. 1, your crime is insignificant. And your change makes me believe that God protects the people."

The old monster nodded devoutly, "You are right."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The next second, the entire Xishan Prison alarm sounded and red lights flashed.

'System hacked'

'All personnel immediately enter emergency status.'

The blond prison guard's face changed and he immediately reached for the stun gun at his waist.

He just turned around, but saw the door of the room behind him slam shut, and the smart controller in his hand completely malfunctioned.

But the monster old man smiled gently, picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip comfortably.

The speaker in the room suddenly started up on its own: "Mutated human Jin Jie, my name is waiter."

"Hacker"

The old monster raised his head slightly, "You were the one who invaded this prison three days ago, diluted my anesthetic, and restored my strength?"

The voice from the speaker came again, "Help me kill someone. After you're done, I'll give you a new identity and endless wealth."

The old monster smiled and said, "I have turned over a new leaf and now I just want to read books."

The waiter said, "Ten years ago, the group that severely injured you, arrested you, and sent you to this prison was called the Chinese Supernatural Research Association. Now it has changed its name to the Monster Circus, and its leader is Ming Wan. I can provide you with information about each of their members."

"oh?"

"I didn't expect the waiter to be so considerate."

The monster old man's facial muscles surged, and he laughed deeply: "If there is anything more fun than reading, it is meeting old friends."

Speaking of.

He gently closed the book in his hand and put it aside.

Book title: The Art of Revenge.