My Cell Game

An Quantao is a person who has seen the world anyway, and he has already recorded Luo Chenghong's appearance in his mind.

The judges are concentrated in the command center and stand by. If you want to find the judges, you should go to the area of ​​the command center.

Walking to the door of the command center, An Quantao was politely stopped by two guards. The guard said that no one else is allowed to enter the command center area.

Having had the experience of hitting a wall the previous two times, An Quantao didn't pass the cigarettes again. The approach of passing cigarettes is not very practical here.

Without saying a word, he turned and left from the other side.

Can't enter from the front, the only way left is to sneak in. As for breaking in, An Quantao felt that he hadn't lived enough, and he wanted to live for another few decades.

However, after looking at the judges coming and going around and the soldiers patrolling back and forth on the high platform, An Quantao immediately gave up his plan to sneak in.

After all, he was at most a level 2 rookie inquisitor. If he wanted to infiltrate in such a densely guarded place, he might not know how to write death.

In desperation, he could only stand aside and wait patiently, observing every judge who entered and exited the command center.

Inside, a group of judges seemed to be having a meeting in the tent. After about an hour, a group of judges poured out from the tent exit of the command center, and it seemed that the meeting was over.

An Quantao quickly scanned the crowd, and suddenly his eyes lit up - he found Luo Chenghong's figure at the end of the crowd.

An Quantao remained calm, quietly mixed into the crowd, walked around behind Luo Chenghong, and patted Luo Chenghong's shoulder from behind.

"who?"

Luo Chenghong, who was looking down at his notes, stopped and turned around in astonishment, only to see an unfamiliar face.

"Luo Chenghong, Mr. Luo, I want to talk to you alone. Believe me, the content of the conversation is very important to you." An Quantao said in a low voice.

Luo Chenghong looked at this unexpected visitor vigilantly. He looked at the heavily armed guards and judges around him, thought for a moment, and nodded.

He believed that no one would have the guts to hijack an inquisitor here, even an inquisitor with rich experience in actual combat.

"You guys go first, this gentleman and I will go over there to chat for a while." Luo Chenghong said to several other companions, while pointing to the general direction outside the air-raid shelter, "I will be back in ten minutes at the latest," he repeated , "Ten minutes at the latest."

An Quantao smiled, he didn't expect Luo Chenghong to be so vigilant.

It seemed like a greeting, but actually revealed the general location and time of the conversation to his companions. Ten minutes at the latest, if Luo Chenghong did not return safely after ten minutes, An Quantao felt that the area would probably be surrounded by judges.

After explaining a few words, the two left the air-raid shelter and stopped under a base station outside the air-raid shelter.

"Okay, here it is. Sir, what do you want to tell me?" Luo Chenghong asked.

"A cigarette?" An Quantao habitually took out the cigarette again, he knew that the other party would not want it, he just wanted to smoke it himself.

"No." The other party refused.

An Quantao lit it for himself, but he didn't expect that the orange flame was extinguished by the wind and snow as soon as he lit it.

Ordered it again, still the same.

An Quantao threw the cigarette butt away, and got back to business: "Mr. Luo, I came this time to talk to you and give you some help—the blood tide is coming."

"I know." Luo Chenghong frowned. Those who can come to the air-raid shelter basically know about the blood tide, so you need to talk about such a trivial matter?

"Unfortunately, your daughter. I'm sorry, it may be a bit abrupt for me to say this, but I still want to tell you that your daughter will mutate into Deadpool in this blood wave."

Hearing this, Luo Chenghong took a step back, his eyes became dangerous. An Quantao's words were heard in his ears, it was a kind of curse and cursing: "I advise you to take this sentence back."

Are you cursing my daughter to mutate into Deadpool?

An Quantao didn't understand the blood tide, and he didn't know the weight of his own words.

But Luo Chenghong is an insider. He knows that no one can predict when the blood tide will come, and it is impossible for anyone to predict who will become Deadpool.

If there was such an ability to predict who would become Deadpool, the air-raid shelter would have been opened to the outside world long ago, screening absolutely safe citizens to take refuge in, instead of being sealed like this for internal use only.

"Don't get excited, I still have something to give you." An Quantao had already expected the other party's reaction, he took out a ball of foam sponge from his underwear pocket, opened it, and there were two small sealed test tubes inside.

An Quantao handed over the two test tubes, "Open it and have a look, it's a little gift for you."

Luo Chenghong hesitated for a moment, and took one of the test tubes vigilantly.

The test tube was filled with translucent black-purple crystals. The crystals were between solid and liquid, showing a fluid texture, which gave Luo Chenghong a very familiar feeling.

Luo Chenghong glanced at the other party, opened the test tube, dipped some out of it, and squeezed it gently with his fingers.

Feeling the familiar and unfamiliar touch, Luo Chenghong's face changed suddenly, and his eyes looking at the test tube became sharp in an instant.

Helium bowl ethyl titanium!

At the moment when he encountered the crystal in the test tube, Luo Chenghong was completely sure that the thing in the test tube was a helium bowl, ethyl titanium!

Except for helium and titanium, there is no other substance in this world that can produce this effect. He could clearly feel that the finger that touched the black-purple crystal was strengthened a lot in a short time, and he could penetrate the steel plate with one finger.

"Where did you get it?" Luo Chenghong's breathing began to become rapid. The more he became a judge, the more he knew the preciousness of the helium bowl, ethyl titanium.

In the past few months as a judge, the helium bowl and titanium titanium that passed through his hands were at least dozens of grams, but these were all handed over to the royal family, and any process must be closely monitored, so he had no chance.

As a judge, he was stuck at level 3 for a long, long time, not because he was not strong. In fact, his accumulation is already enough, what is lacking is the helium bowl, ethyl titanium!

He did not know how many reports he had written to apply for the helium bowl, ethyl titanium, and he was going crazy because he was unable to approve such a precious strategic material.

But he knows that at level 3, the initial investment period has passed, and whether he has shown amazing talent, the precious helium bowl and titanium will not be wasted on him, a middle-aged judge, unless he has made great contributions Otherwise, there will be basically no chance of promotion in this life.

But now, the unknown person on the opposite side actually took out two tubes of helium bowls and ethyl titanium as soon as he made a move.

Judging by the amount of helium and titanium in the test tube, it is completely enough for him to advance to level 6!

"It doesn't matter where it comes from, as I said, this is a small gift for you." An Quantao shrugged.