Chapter 352 My name is Qian Feng, Chinese

 End the call.

Dean looked at the yellow and blue sky in front of him. He lit his pipe again in some silence, blew out a few smoke rings, and allowed the messy thoughts in his heart to break through the suppression and swirl in his mind.

 He is a little confused now.

 It’s not about worrying about little Mike.

 In his previous life, he was just a bed bug in the sewers, living in a state of intoxication and dreaming of death. He never thought about any spiritual pursuits such as pursuing the value of life and realizing his life ambitions.

Principles are bullshit.

 Except for the little bit of humanity left as an anchor, other things like responsibilities are all luxuries to him.

 In order to ensure his own life safety, it is perfectly normal for him to choose to give up a little Mike.

For Dean, even if a nuclear attack does happen, all his official contacts will be wiped out and he will be fed by his girlfriend Nier. He can still live comfortably in this life, and by the way, his family can also live a good life.

 So when he ran away, the only person affected was little Mike.

 A sick person may have less than half a year left to live.

 As for me, I am a violent detective, I have a warm family, a girlfriend who loves me, and some interesting friends. As long as I don’t commit suicide, I am destined to have a happy future.

 The Lucifer organization that may have threatened him before has also been destroyed.

 Physiological, safety, social, respect.

Things he didn’t have in his last life, he has now.

Then why choose to take risks?

  Dean has a clear understanding of himself: greedy for money, lustful, selfish, bully and shy, and small-minded.

 Follow your heart.

 He can live a good life.

　　Why should I risk my life for a piece of cake?

 I am still young.

 Just a small setback.

 I still have countless opportunities to slowly accumulate again.

 Running away now is the most suitable choice for Dean, both emotionally and intellectually.

　　Self-questioning again and again.

 Dean could think of no reason to take the risk.

But

 In my heart, why am I struggling, hesitating, and questioning myself this time to give myself a reason to escape?

Dean looked at his **** hands with doubtful eyes.

 When do I need a reason to do something?

 Manor, balcony.

Little Mike was sitting in an electric wheelchair, covered with a blanket thoughtfully sent by the housekeeper. His eyes were staring at the flow of people on the street in the distance. Only when he saw some laughing and playing children, those dead eyes would open up. An inconspicuous wave flashed through.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　hum~

  Slight vibration interrupted the thoughts in Little Mike's mind.

 He coughed twice before tapping a place on the left side: "What's wrong, Dean?"

"I'm sorry, I know you're tired now, but do I still need your help now?" Dean's faint voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What do you need me to do?"

 Little Mike was just like every time before, short and direct, without hesitation or complaint.

 A moment of silence.

From the other end of the phone, a chuckle continued: "I don't know if I'm crazy, but I still want to ask you, do you want to try to be a savior with me?"

"Um?"

After a long time, he hung up the call. Little Mike took one last look at the laughing and playing street urchins outside, then controlled the electric wheelchair and came to a large floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He brought his almost skinny face up, and the flesh on his face squirmed, making a strange expression. It was not until the help of **** that it finally turned into a very stiff smile.

the other side.

Dean hung up the phone, blew out a circle, and watched the smoke ring slowly rise in front of him, dissipating little by little, and finally disappeared and merged into the air. He grinned: "Mad, I don't recognize people when I lift my pants." Damn it, you actually got crazy today!"

People, when they have feelings, they will have a sense of responsibility.

 When you have a sense of responsibility, you will do stupid things.

 In this life, he doesn’t want to continue to be a sewer bug without warmth.

Dean shook the ashes from the pipe in his hand, handed the pipe that Nell gave him, carefully took it back into the space, and called his girlfriend Nell, his mother, his sister, and his brother before getting in the car.

 With the roar of the engine.

This little broken car, which had been with Lawrence for many years, spewed out black exhaust fumes and disappeared on this remote trail.

 University Town, Underground Research Institute.

The scene is somewhat bloody.

Those researchers who were supposed to work together were divided into several factions based on skin color and race just because of the tall madman's words.

 White-skinned and dark-skinned researchers stay away from their yellow-skinned colleagues.

 The yellow-skinned people are divided into several small groups because of their race (nationality of origin).

Between them, seven or eight white coats with their faces covered in blood lay motionless on the ground, staining the originally white ground with traces of chaotic fights.

These unlucky guys were all losers who had just argued and pushed each other, causing a fight and falling down.

They did not die at the hands of the madman who broke in, but fell under the fists and kicks of colleagues who used to talk and laugh and get along harmoniously.

 On a high platform.

Brother Gao, who was wearing work clothes and sunglasses, watched all this happen with interest.

　　Until the scene returned to calm and everyone looked at him with expectation or fear, he took a step forward with a smile: "Very good, now, those who are from China, stand on the left, and the rest of the people, stand on the right."

Several Vietnamese researchers immediately ran to the right happily.

 They knew that the guy on the high platform was most likely Vietnamese because the tall man killed the Vietnamese companion just now.

 The companion was killed. Listening to the dialogue, he knew that he had done something to apologize to this madman.

 They don’t have it!

 Vietnamese do not kill Vietnamese.

 The right side is definitely safe!

 Stable!

Led by these people, the rest of the researchers, whether they were yellow-skinned or black-and-white researchers, hurriedly ran to the right, including more than a dozen second-generation Chinese Americans.

From their point of view, since they were born in the United States, they are naturally not of Chinese origin.

There was a researcher on the right who was worried that those second and third generation Chinese would deceive his group, so he exposed them without mercy: "Go back, Wang, you are Chinese, your parents run a laundry, don't Stand with us!"

The rest of the people started to criticize.

"Shut up!"

 The tall man shouted, causing the scene to become quiet again.

 He clapped his hands and pointed at the seven or eight yellow-skinned researchers who remained at a loss and said: "It doesn't matter. If you don't agree that you are of Chinese origin, you can stand over."

As soon as this statement came out.

 Among the seven or eight yellow-skinned researchers, three guys with frightened faces immediately rushed to the right.

 They were still regretting their slow response just now. I didn’t expect that the lunatic in front of me could be so reasonable.

There are so many people on the right and so few on the left.

Even a fool knows which way is safe.

It can’t be done, that lunatic, dares to kill so many people on the right, right?

impossible!

 Absolutely impossible!

 Most of the people on the right have this mentality.

They are not stupid, they are just panicking and subconsciously following the herd principle.

Seeing that there were three men and one woman left, and four yellow-skinned researchers, the tall man in front shrugged: "Very good, now let me introduce myself. My name is Qian Feng, Chinese, but people who know me like to call me I’m crazy about money, crazy about crazy people!”

 The next few sentences were spoken by Qian Feng in Chinese.

Chinese?

The faces of those on the right who understand Chinese are visibly ugly.

The eyes of the three men and one woman standing there were filled with joy at first, but when they heard the other party saying that they were calling Qian crazy again, the joy that just arose was once again covered by fear.

What a madman.

 Who knows what a madman can do.

 Qian Feng did not care about the reactions of these people.

He pointed at the three men, one woman, and four Chinese people, and waved to them: "I am a descendant of the Vietnam Z Expeditionary Army. My father was seriously injured and was saved by the local Chinese, and he stayed behind. With me, since You agree with your identity, then you can leave now.”

"ah?"

The four of them were ecstatic, but also a little scared, worried that this man was playing a trick on them.

next moment.

The electronically controlled door, which was originally closed, slowly opened, revealing a passage for only one person to pass through.

 Qian Feng waved the remote control on his hand: "Go out, then call the police, and tell the police that all TV stations cannot interrupt the next program I prepare for this country."

"ah?"

The four of them glanced at Qian Feng blankly again. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, and regardless of what the other party meant, they quickly helped each other escape from this nightmare-like place under the envious and jealous eyes of the group on the right. .

The figure disappeared in front of the tempered glass door, and the passage was immediately resealed.

 Those who stay.

Now I hate this electronic door that I thought was so convenient!

 Otherwise, how could there be so many of them, like chickens, letting the madman in front of them play with them!

 It’s not like I can’t even run away!

 Papapapa~

Qian Feng clapped his hands again and pointed to several large boxes behind him: "Ladies and gentlemen, next, I need some helpers who are familiar with these equipment. As a reward, you don't have to participate in the following program."

A group of people didn’t care what they were, and hurriedly swarmed over and pulled the boxes apart.

 When the contents are exposed.

A fat white researcher excitedly grabbed a bulky camera with a camera from a group of companions: "I know how to use this."

 “I can do it too, give it to me!”

This group of people is indeed a top student. In addition to their professional research, they also have a wide range of interests and hobbies, and they know a lot.

There was also a bright-minded guy among them. Thinking of what Qian Feng said before, when he saw these devices, he immediately thought of something and took the initiative to step forward and said: "Sir, I can modify these devices to the machines in the research room to ensure the signal." There are no problems in collecting, processing, transmitting, transmitting, receiving and restoring!”

 This alerted other researchers.

 Several people rushed forward immediately, saying that they could do it too.

It’s just some simple application of knowledge. Who is not a top scholar?

"Hahaha!"

Qian Feng watched this group of people competing for the opportunity to be dogs for him, laughed loudly, pointed at them and said unceremoniously: "Gentlemen and ladies, don't you feel like you are like wild dogs fighting for food now? Where is the arrogance of you Americans?”

These embarrassing words made many people lower their heads subconsciously.

Their remaining pride reoccupied the high ground.

  But this does not include some strong people.

 For example, the former director of the research institute, that fat guy.

Although he is an authentic Chinese academic immigrant, he did not hesitate to stand on the right when he first took sides.

The fat manager is now regretting that he is standing on the right, and because he has a gunshot wound in his hand, he can't win those colleagues, but only thinks that these hundreds of pounds of meat are thrown here today.

　　Unexpectedly, things would take a turn for the worse.

Without any hesitation, he covered his injured arm, rolled and crawled, and landed at Qian Feng's feet. He raised his plump face and looked at Qian Feng with a flattering look: "Woof woof woof~"

This sudden move even the well-informed gang leader Qian Feng was stunned on the spot.

 Looking at the fat Chinese manager’s flattering and swaying posture.

 for a while.

 Qian Feng felt it was boring.

 The sacrifices of my father’s generation actually led to the creation of such a tail-wagging thing?

He felt worthless and heartbroken for his father and his father's comrades who would stay in that land forever.

 Qian Feng waved his hand in a dazed manner: "You come and choose people. In ten minutes, I want to see a qualified TV live broadcast room. People who are worthless are only worthy of becoming game material."

 “I won’t let you down!”

 The fat manager, Ma Liu, got up from the ground and looked again at his colleagues who were begging to look at him.

At this moment, he actually felt a little relieved, which was even stronger than when he was a supervisor before.

After all, although he is nominally the director of this experimental institute, the white and black researchers are not very proud of themselves, so he can only bully the fellow villagers.

 It’s different now.

These people all looked at me pleadingly. Even the beautiful white colleagues who looked down on me in the past looked at me with big watery eyes.

 If you are not pressed for time.

The fat supervisor really wants to see what these beautiful female colleagues and white male colleagues who used to show off to him would do to him.

  Rely on the relationship between distance and distance.

 He quickly arranged to select a few men and women and divided up the equipment and materials.

 Among the pile of boxes on the trailer, there was also a wooden box about one meter long and half a meter high. It was locked with a strong iron chain and could not be opened.

 The fat manager looked at Qian Feng in embarrassment.

The corners of Qian Feng's mouth turned upward: "This is a surprise program that will be broadcast live later. Now, take these things with you and go to a place suitable for setting up a live broadcast of the program."

 For the convenience of management.

He also specially distributed a few short guns to the fat man in charge and several people, and then pulled off the thick work clothes that were covering his body, revealing rows of detonators underneath:

"My body is covered with high explosives. The amount of these explosives, in a closed environment, is enough to blow up this base. I hope you won't cause any unpleasant things."

 “Don’t dare, don’t dare!”

The few people who got the guns looked at the dense detonators on Qian Feng's body and completely put aside some of the thoughts that had just arisen. They honestly took their equipment and pushed the only box left in the car towards the inside of the research institute. go.

The rest of the people were also completely desperate and followed the team honestly, no longer having any unrealistic ideas.

 At this moment.

 Dean, who had been driving furiously all the way, just arrived back at the university campus.

The three men, one woman, and four Chinese researchers who had just escaped also reported what happened in the underground research institute to the school and the regional police station.

   Sorry, I called a little late and took a nap.

　　

　　

 (End of this chapter)