Back in the barracks, Allen realized that he was sticky. After lighting the fire, he was sweating profusely, which was different from sweating in training. After the body condenses the first source force vortex, it will naturally expel some of the toxins accumulated in the body. This is one of the benefits brought by the source force. According to the manual issued by the instructor, with the increase in the strength of the source force and the promotion of the system level, the source force will continue to wash away the body and make it evolve continuously.
According to the instructions in the manual, every ten levels, when the realm jumps, there will be an evolutionary node. When crossing this node, the evolution of the body will become more and more obvious. Now igniting the fire is just to expel toxins. When Allen forms the first gene circuit, it is an opportunity to comprehensively strengthen the body.
As for what will happen after the formation of the second and third gene circuits, there is no detailed explanation in the manual, everything needs to be explored by Allen himself.
It will be a whole new world.
Allen took a shower, and when he returned to the barracks, he felt the atmosphere change. Several thirteen and fourteen-year-old boys seemed to be waiting for him early in the morning. When they saw him enter the barracks, they walked up, and then surrounded him with malicious intentions.
"Get out of the way." Allen said coldly.
One of the Caucasian teenagers said with a smile, "I heard that you were raised by snow wolves."
After getting along for more than two months, the teenagers have not lost all conversations, and their identities are not secrets, and it is not surprising to know some of Allen's experiences. Strange that they bring it up at this time.
"That's none of your business." Allen pushed him away, trying to move forward.
Two older boys blocked him.
Behind them, a black teenager looked at him with a half-smile. Allen is not stupid. Judging from the situation, these boys were instigated by this black teenager. Allen remembered that his name was Mao, and in terms of size, he was the strongest in the entire barracks. So in the barracks, some teenagers looked up to him and formed a small group early on. Before, everyone was busy with their own training, and there was no overlap with each other.
But today, Allen was the first to light the fire, and he looked so special and dazzling in the barracks. Right now, these people were naturally instigated by Mao to make trouble for themselves.
After thinking about this, Allen took a step back, his eyes flicked across the faces of these teenagers and said: "I know what you want to do. But if you have that strength, you should save the second injection of the potion to ignite the fire desperately. "
"Yo, what is this? Threat?" The white boy before laughed.
Allen shook his head: "No, it's just a reminder. It's better not to mess with me, because it's not good for you!"
The faces of the teenagers changed, the white teenager looked at Mao, who had lowered his face and clenched his fists. So the white boy winked at the two companions at the back, and the two walked to the door to look outside, and then closed the barracks. Then one after another the windows were closed, and the entire barracks was silent, and an inexplicable atmosphere was brewing.
The other teenagers all shrank into their clitoris, they didn't dare to meddle in their own business, and they didn't want to meddle.
When the last window was closed, the white boy withdrew his smile, walked up to Alan and pushed him, saying, "What are you looking for? It's just luck that ignited the fire. You just ignited it."
It's a piece of garbage, a piece of garbage that follows the snow wolf's ass to find shit to eat! "
Allen smiled instead of anger: "Is that so? What about you, you wasted an opportunity for nothing, isn't it even worse than garbage?"
The teenagers breathed harder, and the white boy blushed even more: "You bastard! You were born to Snow Wolf and your mother..."
At the end of the sentence, a fist floated over and swept the white boy's face. The boy's face was swept aside, something flew out of his mouth, it was a few white teeth and a mouthful of blood!
Allen punched the white boy back again and again, murderous intent flashed in his bright red eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have turned back into a wild beast wandering in the wilderness again. The wildness that seemed to have been wiped out by Ron's training returned at this moment. He didn't growl or scream, but asked in a low voice: "Don't insult my mother! Are you looking for death?"
However, all the teenagers felt a chill in their hearts, and they looked at Mao. Mao pointed at Allen, and the teenagers rushed forward with childish shouts. After these two months of high-intensity training, their physiques are much stronger than when they entered the camp. But no matter how strong it is, it can't keep up with a seasoned mercenary. Before entering the camp, Allen had already killed more than one mercenary.
In his eyes, the movements of these teenagers were so unbearable that they were almost full of flaws. Although he has not received systematic fighting training, he has already learned a set of culling moves from the wolves during the five years of wandering with the snow wolves.
Allen suddenly became shorter, his hands and feet slipped on the ground strangely, and then he jumped on one of the teenagers and overwhelmed him. He raised his head slightly, and then smashed it down, immediately knocking the boy dizzy. Next, Allen shuttled between these teenagers. His skills were more flexible than two months ago, and it was a breeze to repair these teenagers.
With just a few punches, they were all brought down. This is still in the barracks, if they want to change to another place, they are afraid that Alan will be slaughtered long ago.
In Snow Wolf's dictionary, there is no such word as kindness.
Mao watched all this dumbfounded, which was far from what he expected. Allen retreated to the window at this time, and slammed his fist on the window glass, and the glass shattered suddenly, making a crisp sound. Mao's face changed, thinking that Alan was trying to alarm the instructors outside. With a low growl, he threw himself on Allen. Unexpectedly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes suddenly, and then a slight tingling pain came from the side of his neck.
The black boy subconsciously stopped, which saved his life. Otherwise, the sharp shard of glass in Allen's hand would be stuck in his neck. He was a head shorter than Mao, but at this moment, Allen's aura overwhelmed the black boy. He was holding a shard of glass in his hand, and the shard cut his own hand. But his hand remained steady, the sharp edge of the shard facing Maoo's neck, where the main artery was. As long as he passes it forward, Mao has to go to see God in advance.
If there is still a God in this world.
"I said earlier, don't mess with me, you, you picked the wrong person." Allen said.
The door of the barracks was suddenly pushed open, and several tall instructors ran in. One of them pulled out the long whip from his waist and threw it at Allen, and his boots were on Allen's hand, pulling his hand away together with the glass shards. Then Lieutenant Ron came in, watched or sat
The second lieutenant whistled for the young boy lying down, "Who can tell me what the hell is going on?"
Mao shouted: "Second Lieutenant, it's Allen, he..."
A whip came and swept Maoo's nose and mouth directly. His blood was spattered, and he stepped back again and again. Ron didn't know when he had an extra whip in his hand, and said with a smirk, "Do you think I'm an idiot? You actually used this mentally retarded method to insult my IQ! I told you that you are a bunch of trash, seven or eight of you are still It's not someone's opponent alone, hit me, ten lashes each!"
Then he looked at Allen, and said with a chuckle: "You are no exception, kid! Private fighting is forbidden in the barracks."
Allen and the other teenagers who participated in the fight were taken to the playground, tied to stakes in the hot sun, and then the instructors gave them ten lashes each. The ten lashes were all aimed at the chest, making the youngsters scream like pigs being slaughtered. Allen gritted his teeth and didn't cry out, but every muscle was trembling.
After the ten lashes, Mao and the others could only be lifted up by the instructor. Eight people went out, but only seven came back. The white boy who had provoked Allen before was beaten to death, saving even a second chance to ignite the fire.
Allen walked back by himself. When he saw this white-haired boy, who was not physically strong, walk into the barracks step by step, the rest of the boys shuddered. This day they knew that the big ones may not be the most ruthless.
On the second day, Ron didn't have the opportunity for these injured teenagers to rest. They had to participate in various trainings as usual. It is inevitable to fall behind when playing with injuries, so he was beaten several times. Allen could only grit his teeth and barely keep up with the team today, but he couldn't surpass the other teenagers by much as usual.
The injury didn't improve until three days later, and half a month later, the teenagers ushered in the opportunity to use the Enlightenment Potion again. This time, Allen didn't need to participate, and he got a rare rest time.
When the green steel door of the air defense hall opened, the black boy Mao walked out proudly. This time, he successfully ignited the fire.
Another month passed, and the third source of power was born among the teenagers. It was a white girl, Mei Li, so before the two-month deadline was up, only the three of Alan successfully passed.
On the evening of the last day of the fourth month, the barracks are opened. Ron walked in and called, "Numbers 666, 548, and 273 are out."
Allen, Mayo and Mei Li stood up. Ron nodded: "Come out with me."
When they walked out of the barracks, five instructors and a group of fully armed soldiers walked into the barracks. They closed the gate of the barracks, and then there were gunshots and screams from the teenagers inside. Seeing the flames jumping in the window and the blood splattering, the faces of the three teenagers turned pale. It was obvious that Ron was "eliminating" all unqualified people in his own way!
When the morning light dawned, Alan ushered in the fifth month after entering the camp. He had just finished his physical training and was sitting at the dining table enjoying his own breakfast. Today, the dining area was extremely quiet, and the other two teenagers, Mao and Meili, also occupied a table. After the barracks were "cleaned" yesterday, there were only three students left in the huge camp.
(end of this chapter)