Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

In the battle against the Butcher and his men, it took less than a minute from start to finish.

But it was the most dangerous battle Lu Wenwu had ever experienced since he embarked on the path of cultivation.

If it weren't for the fact that he and Maomao had already cooperated to perfection, they might have really been in trouble this time.

Wait, Fluffy?

Lu Wenwu suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Maomao was also seriously injured. A casual touch revealed that it had at least several broken bones.

So, what is this place?

At this moment, the door of the room slowly opened with a somewhat harsh creaking sound.

The swaying and frictional sound made it hard not to wonder whether this antique door would get stuck in the middle and stop working when it was halfway opened.

Old Liu, looking tired and haggard, walked in from outside and happened to meet Lu Wenwu, who had just woken up.

A glimmer of joy flashed across Old Liu's eyes, but was quickly covered by a look of numbness.

"Two rolls of bandages, three tubes of burn medicine, two liters of tap water, two injections of radioactive spirit, and the four energy gels you stole. You have to compensate me." Lao Liu stated in a lifeless tone, "Since I saved both of you, I think you should give me some compensation."

"It's my duty. Thank you for moving us back." Lu Wenwu thought for a moment and nodded, "But there is one thing I can't figure out."

"what?"

"Why don't you kill us for money?" Lu Wenwu asked seriously. "When we were unconscious, your plasma cutter could cut our throats, trachea and aorta in one stroke. Such injuries cannot be cured with current medical conditions, right?"

"You are indeed an antique from two hundred years ago. You know nothing about advanced modern medical technology." Liu Linan shook his head. "Call the emergency trauma medical team to immediately enter the repair device to maintain your life, or be more extravagant and use nano-cell repair agents. You can be saved, provided that your head is intact and your brain is not brain dead."

"Well, I really don't know much about it." Lu Wenwu admitted frankly, "But you haven't answered my question yet."

"Because I don't want to die. It's better to live a miserable life than to die."

Liu Linan said calmly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"If we leave you there, you may not die, but you will definitely be discovered by the carrion birds, and will definitely be sold to Zulong Han by those idiots."

"Those idiots are so naive to think they can get rich and get a lot of money. Ha, you two are indeed worth a lot of money, but this lot of money will kill everyone."

"They have no idea how precious the physical data of the original perfect experimental subject is! This is the cornerstone of modern biochemical transformation experiments! It is the key to breaking through the bottleneck of the current era!"

"The Dragon Claw Squad will follow the clues and eliminate every person who knows about this, even a poor guy like me who didn't gain any benefit and almost lost his life."

"Rather than passively waiting to die, I might as well bring you back. No one except those who have seen it with their own eyes would think that the two modified bodies that have been in hibernation for many years can still be alive and kicking."

"Whether it's the company or the scavengers, they will only think that your bodies disappeared mysteriously and were stolen by someone else who knew about it. I, Liu Linan, am just a scavenger with a slight limp. I don't even have a gun. What abilities do I have?"

"Aren't you afraid that the scavenger bird's thugs will be desperate and kill you to vent their anger?"

Lu Wenwu raised his eyebrows, but had no intention of pointing out the hidden story behind this sentence.

His sense of being a ferocious beast enabled him to clearly realize that this guy named Liu Linan was definitely not as simple as he seemed.

There is a miniature cold fusion reactor inside the opponent's body, which is also the energy source of the plasma cutter in his right hand.

Just think about it, even a small gang leader like the Big Butcher can only carry an external reactor the size of a schoolbag on his back for energy. The fist-sized precision gadget in Liu Linan's body must be very expensive.

Add to that the old plasma cutting knife, which is definitely not something that ordinary scavengers are qualified to own, and it is even difficult to see it.

Lu Wenwu also had no intention of exploring the secret behind him, and just continued with the previous question: "The fact that you brought us back shouldn't be that secret, right? If you insist that you don't know, they will just think you are lying."

Liu Linan sat down on the bed and said nonchalantly, "Since I saved you, if something like this really happens, can you save me too? Although my purpose is not so pure. If I can live, I don't want to die for the time being."

"A gentleman is judged by deeds, not by heart. No one is perfect in the world, so it's fine." Lu Wenwu grinned and stretched out his left hand reluctantly. "Liu Linan, right? I remember. Let me introduce myself. My name is Lu Wenwu, and this is my brother, Maomao."

"You also know this ancient Eastern proverb?"

Liu Linan obviously hesitated for a moment before he stretched out his hand and shook it carefully.

"And your name and language, is the Dragon Kingdom from two hundred years ago still there? Was the world like it is now?"

Lawrence Lu shook his head and told the truth: “Sorry, I don’t know, I don’t know anything here, and I feel very unfamiliar.”

"That's right. You were just experimental subjects at the time. How could you know the changes in society and the times?" Liu Linan didn't know what he was thinking about. He laughed at himself and said, "Well, welcome to hell two hundred years later."

Chapter 403 Who says that cooks will never starve to death no matter how the times develop?

"Well, compared to the real hell, this place might be a little better."

An outstanding employee of the Ghost Gate Security Bureau who actually participated in the construction of the Eighteen Levels of Hell made a sharp comment on this.

"The real hell? You're talking like you've actually been there?"

Old Liu took off his prosthesis and placed it on the small table. He moved his stiff thigh and wiped the sweat stains from it.

At the same time, he also installed a mechanical arm on the arm that was equipped with the plasma cutter, and adjusted his steel right leg, which looked a little stiff.

Only then did Lu Wenwu realize that the nozzle that could eject ultra-high temperature plasma turbulence was right on the tips of Liu Linan's five fingers, rather than a separate detachable launch device.

They have now been replaced by small electric screwdrivers and miniature arc welding guns.

"Were people so superstitious two hundred years ago? Or did those experimenters instill some weird memories in you?" Liu Linan asked as he maintained his prosthetic limb. "Now we also have some strange religious beliefs, but most of them are just scams."

"No, I just do what I like in my own house. No one forces me. I can also use the Internet at will, but I am not very interested in it."

Lu Wenwu sat up from the bed with a grin, leaning against the metallic wall.

"To be honest, I have really been to the Eighteen Layers of Hell in mythology. It was all red and very dark in there, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you. The most important thing is that there was no food."

"Oh yeah, is there anything to eat? I don't mind protecting you if someone attacks, but if you don't give me something to eat, I might starve to death."

"I think those researchers must have injected some weird religious content into you, causing your memory to become misplaced."

Liu Linan showed pity on his face and placed the backpack next to Lu Wenwu.

"I only have the most common nutritional cream. I am a cripple in my thirties and I don't have the money to replace a good leg. I can't find a job and I can't afford anything else. But your treatment is really enviable. Nowadays, people have to pay a high price to even browse some meaningless knowledge."

"Thirty? I thought you were at least fifty!"

Lu Wenwu was greatly surprised and poured out all the nutritional paste in his backpack.

Not many, only ten in total.

There was also a bottle of cheap-looking medicine. Lu Wenwu instinctively felt that this thing should be of some help in repairing fractures.

"Forget about the nutrient paste. That bottle of bone growth spirit can promote bone growth. It's worth 5,846 credit points. Remember to return it to me when you have money. You and Maomao decide between yourselves who will use it. I think its IQ is not low." Liu Linan said without raising his head. "Although it is not very useful for ordinary serious injuries, the physiques of both of you are different from ordinary people, so it should be of some use."

"Thank you. I will definitely pay you back double when I make money."

Lu Wenwu pinched Maomao's mouth open, poured the Bone Spirit into it, and pinched its throat at the same time.

The process of pouring the medicine is as smooth as pouring water down the toilet.

Maomao, who was in a coma, coughed slightly and his expression relaxed a little.

After absorbing the medicine, the essence of energy extracted is instinctively repairing the broken bones and quickly recovering health.

Lu Wenwu is not worried about making money.

Are you kidding? He is a top chef!

One of the best chefs in the world!

If we include the field of egg-filled pancakes, he is undoubtedly the greatest chef in the world.

No one is qualified to compete with him in the field of cooking.

Such a top chef can make a lot of money even if he sets up a small stall. How can he be poor?

Lu Wenwu is very confident about this.

Liu Linan could not deny his confident expression.

Lao Liu is equally confident, but it has nothing to do with cooking, but in the field of fighting.

With the powerful killing ability shown by Lu Wenwu and Maomao, they should be able to reap a lot of rewards by just finding a gang to be a thug or applying for a special forces position in a large company.

If all else fails, become a killer or a mercenary.

Killing people, setting fires, and winning gold belts are always the fastest ways to make money.

But making money is not the most important thing at the moment.

The most important thing right now is to fill your stomach.

Faced with these tasteless nutritional pastes, Lu Wenwu hesitated for a moment. He tore open the packages of seven of them, threw them all into his mouth, and finished them all in just a few bites.

The body's powerful digestive function immediately began to work. The nutritional paste that had just been swallowed was completely broken down before it even had time to slide into the stomach, and turned into pure energy that was replenished into the flesh and blood.

This action made Liu Linan's eyes widen.

One piece of this thing is enough to sustain a person's basic needs for most of the day. It is enough for lying down and doing nothing all day.

Even for mercenaries who need to engage in high-intensity combat, eating two or three pieces on a daily basis is enough.

Eating seven in one go, aren't you afraid of eating yourself to death? ?

Before Liu Linan could speak, Lu Wenwu looked over with his hungry eyes, touched his stomach lightly, and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Any more? Can you give me another hundred? I'll pay you back double when I have the money."

Seven tubes of nutritional paste are simply not enough.

Not to mention filling up the stomach completely, it can only barely soothe the dried-up cells in the body that are crying out for food and slightly relieve the hunger.

It wasn't even enough to make up for the physical damage caused by the fatal blow.

Lu Wenwu didn't even dare to use all of this energy directly to supply his self-recovery ability to repair his injuries. He could only let it be supplied to various muscles first to barely maintain the minimum level of mobility.

He can use willpower to withstand pain and injury.

If you can't move because you don't have the strength, then you really have no idea what to do.

In Lu Wenwu's calculations, he wanted to completely recover from his injuries, restore his whole body to its current peak state, and fill his stomach.

At the very least, one hundred tubes of nutrient paste are needed.

There is still a gap of ninety-three.

Even though he was extremely hungry, Lu Wenwu didn't dare to eat any more.

Maomao needs much less energy than him, but he still needs it.

These will be left to Maomao.