Monster Factory

Unable to be described in words, those who have stood for more than seven hours are in the mood at this moment.

Painfully, people cheer with their bodies at this moment, releasing themselves exhausted.

At this moment, no distinction is made between nationality.

This is a moment of celebration for vulnerable groups around the world who have lost their hands.

The reporters smelled the wind, smelled the bloody shark, and the camera shot the scene wildly.

Brunhill stood outside the team and looked at the boiling crowd in front of him with a transcendent vision.

He is much calmer than these people who don't have to endure the pain of queuing.

Yuan Shen is online, just the beginning of the Physiological Extreme Trial Battle.

Wait and see ~

The crowd will soon calm down and then, in the heat of the sun, it will become a lost plant, reluctant to move for a moment.

Not for a minute at most, Brunhill thought so.

However, only ten seconds have passed.

Bloomhill suddenly stared wide and opened his mouth to cool off.

Being outside him, he discovered a very horrible thing.

Two rows of long dragons are actually moving slowly.

Bloomhill swore he would never be mistaken, bounded by the entrance to Mead Hospital, just standing there, a beautiful Huaxia girl.

Now she has moved forward by two positions.

Two positions in a crowded crowd are just two small steps away.

This little two steps slowly opened up in the team like a virus. Anyone who sees an empty origin in front of them follows a step forward, while showing a more surprising look on their face.

Brunhill didn't show up in a hurry, and the first position in the team was empty.

Twenty seconds later, it's the fourth position.

The black guy who lined up for Brunhill also noticed the situation, and he smiled instantly stiff on his face. He could only move forward passively, leaving his dream of $3,000 a day.

Five minutes later, Brunhill walked forward by a foot ten meters.

Twenty minutes later, Brunhill switched a pair of black boys out of the team with his exceptionally strong left hand.

Because at this point, the black guys are almost at the main entrance of Mead Hospital.

Before he could get angry protesting, Brunhill stuffed twenty hundred-dollar knives into his pocket. The latter smiled and took the sun umbrella in Brunhill's arm very carefully, holding it open and helping him hit it.

Step by step, every step of Brownhill takes us further away from the Hall of Hope.

Soon, Brunhill saw a new, modern building built entirely of steel and glass. At the top of the building, the logo of the giant animal industry shines.

Line up the crowd, cheering with a more intense voice, celebrating.

No one gets tired and all the bad physical reactions vanish instantly.

When Brunhill was only 10 meters away from the building, he began to tremble uncontrollably and a sudden fear appeared in his mind.

Is this a dream?

Like three years ago, his father took him to a world-renowned medical rehabilitation facility in New York to install the electromyographic limb called "The World's Most Advanced”?

Even after three years, every time Brownhill saw a grey-eating muscle electrician stuck in a drawer, he would still create an impulse to go to New York and beat up the doctor who ignored him at the time.

Somehow, Brunhill was pushed.

Then he looked up and found himself standing in front of a counter.

Two nurses stood in front of the counter, one of whom said in English: "Please show me your passport and the wrist you need to install on Yuan Shen's wrist. ”

Brunhill shook out his passport and lit up his empty right wrist again.

“Drop ~” sounds and the passport is recognized on the identifier.

Brunhill was also invited in.

Through the yellow line, Bronhill walks to the toll hall.

There are more than thirty toll counters here, and Brunhill sees many foreigners and Huaxias, swiping cards and counting cash all over the place.

Chinese RMB 42,000, foreigners more than 60,000...

Brunhill did not want to know why foreigners were costing more than 20,000 dollars, which was all he knew and could not keep up with his own business class fare.

After paying the fee, Brunhill received an identification card with which Brunhill followed the crowd to the second floor.

On the second floor, it's like a future factory that only exists in science fiction movies.

Brunhill and everyone stood still, and they saw a metal stand on either side with a palm like the number of stars.

This is the semi-finished product of Yuanjin hand. They are neatly packed together. Each rack is divided into twelve layers. The number of racks cannot be counted at all, resulting in enormous visual impact.

Palms are materials that Brunhill has never seen before, like muscle or steel, a precise fiber wrapped around each other that seems to contain infinite power.

When Brunhill saw that photographs had been taken and that the orderly staff had not stopped him, he hurried to pick up his cell phone and join the photo army.

While walking, staff members take a foreigner into a fully sealed room every twenty seconds.

Soon it was Brunhill's turn, nervous and confused, and he was locked into the room.

The room was lit with a white cold light, under which was an instrument he had never seen or used, and the person in charge waved at him.

“Relax, we just need to gather some information. ”

“Come on, put your right arm and left arm on the acquisition platform. ”

Brunhilde did it, and he felt it was going too fast. Fast to his arms, the collection platform just lit two beams of green lasers and the staff prompted him to leave.

“No... no? ”

“No, your Numen have entered the customization program, hurry and go, do not delay the people behind you. ”

“How is it possible, what have you collected?” Brunhill's blush and his neck is thick, "I'm going to be the Yuan Goddess hand of the same size as my left hand. ”

“The device lights up the green laser, and you can't even measure the shape of my right wrist? ”

The staff glanced at Brunhill, hidden in the corner of his mouth a mockery, “Measure with a ruler? ”

Brunhill read his eyes, the same way his father looked at the Mexican working peasants who had slipped across the border when he was on the farm.

……

Brownhill's insights have proven to be worse than those of Mexican farmers.

In front of a white device, Brunhill saw his own Numen customization process.

The staff at the side amused Brownhill and said that his left hand was really big, only a size smaller than the semi-finished meta-human they had in stock.

And the biggest one, for the big guy about two meters.

Where else in Brunhill can you hear what the staff are saying?

His entire attention was absorbed by the white device in front of him.

Through the device's observation glass, he sees biographical skin that is identical to his skin tone and is slightly outlined.

That was the way Brunhill had never seen it processed before. Had it not been for a few remnants of the movement around the semi-finished products of the Yuanjin hand, he would have mistakenly assumed that those imitating skin were empowered with magical powers and naturally grew up.

Brunhill couldn't help but look to his left hand, and he had a delusion at the moment.

It has the guts to observe the Numen hand in the glass, producing a sense of blood connectivity.

That was his right hand, and when the staff opened the glass observation window and took out the Numen's hand, the feeling of blood connections was so strong that Brunhill cried out on the spot.

Exact same.

With the Numen, Brownhill is completely indistinguishable from his left and right hands.

The staff pushed him on the shoulder, "Okay, let's go to the next process, don't stand here and delay things. ”

The next step is to receive control watches, tactile information collectors, and mobile phones to scan QR codes to download meta-human APPs.

The next step is to learn how to do it.

Mead Hospital put these foreigners on the hospital's small football stadium, and Brownhill and more than 2,000 foreigners sat crowded on the lawn.

The location of the goal was replaced by a temporary stage and presentation screen, and Wang Yan was standing on the podium and smiling at them.

Wang Yan is very familiar with this scene.

I've watched the live video of the Europa Medical Union ten times over in Brunhill, and I'm also familiar with it.

The man at the front desk a week ago announced the arrival of the Numen to the world in front of everyone in France.

At that time, both sides were filled with media.

Today, there are more than 200 media outlets next to the podium.

More media outlets have no place but to stand outside the hospital gate for interviews.

“Hello, I am your teacher. ”

“I may have more than a dozen lessons to talk about today, so I won't have to talk to you about Yuan Gon. ”

“You must find that the Numen are temporarily unable to work because your Numen have not been remotely activated. ”

Wang Yan snapped a finger with his left hand and the sound spread through the amplifier, covering the entire football field.

“In three seconds, I'll unlock all of your Numen hands. ”

“One, two, three. ”

After three sounds, foreigners of different skin tones on the lawn discovered that the control watch on their wrists kept shaking, while the junction between Yuan Shen's hand and the limb also conveyed the feeling of tightening the restraint.

It's like the Numen came alive and connected more closely to them.

“Hehe ~”

“Would you like to experience the pain?” Wang Yan picked up the tactile information collector on the podium and held it high: “Now please take this out and do the following with me. ”

Paste it on the other intact hand, or in other more sensitive places, and then use a regular probe to stimulate the area to collect bio-electric signals that can cause haptic reactions, so that the Numen can automatically match the most appropriate haptic information.

When all this is done, Wang Yan lets everyone push hard and hit their own Yuan Gods.

Next ~

Like God himself.

Brunhill slapped himself hard, kneeling directly on the ground, hissing and roaring.

What does he feel?

It's a feeling you can only experience in your dreams if you fantasize about it after losing your right hand.

It was pain, passed from the hands of the Numen, and it was clear and incredibly painful.

It was warm, coming from the hands of the Numen, the same warmth as his skin.

Everyone was yelling, crying, shouting at God.

If it hurts, they're willing to hurt forever.

“All right, all right, give me some stability.” Teacher Wang Yanyin taught the students to yell as much.

“There are many different kinds of touches that you can experience later on. ”

“Now I'm going to teach you how to exercise the Numen and be as flexible as your real hands. ”

“Even more flexible than real hands. ”

Everyone immediately sat back where they were, quiet enough not to scrub their tears, afraid to miss a word.