Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 248 Chu Yang
night.

On a dark street in Brooklyn, a Cadillac car roared its engine, cut through the quiet night, and stopped at a street corner.

"Hey, kid, you've thought it through. If you don't have a place to settle down, I can find you a temporary place to live."

In the driver's seat of the Cadillac, an old-looking white man in his 50s with a firm chin said through the rearview mirror to an Asian man in the back seat, "At this time, there is nothing here. Good place."

"Need not."

The young Asian man in the back seat of the car glanced at the dim and dark street outside the car window, then turned to look at his light blue eyes in the rearview mirror and smiled, then stretched out his hand to open the car door, "Thank you .”

"you are welcome."

The white man in the driver's seat waved his hand, then turned his head slightly and said to the Asian man who was about to leave the back seat, "Remember to say hello to Barney for me."

"Ha ha……"

The Asian young man who opened the car door smiled and nodded again, "There is a chance."

The roar of the engine sounded again, and soon the taillights of the Cadillac disappeared into the corner of the street in the distance.

The young Asian man who got out of the car, wearing a loose T-shirt that didn't fit very well, put his hands in his pockets, stood on the street and glanced around, then suddenly closed his eyes slowly.

With some dim street lights on the street, you can see the muscles on the face of this Asian man are constantly twitching, and the pair of eyeballs under the eyelids are trembling rapidly, as if the whole person is caught in some kind of extremely fast thinking and memory.

Hush

I don't know how long this young Asian man stood under the street lamp on the street corner, when suddenly a clear whistle sounded.

From the street on the other side of the streetlight, three figures walked out unsteadily.

The three of them had dark skin, and the first thing they saw under the not-so-bright streetlights were the whites of their eyes and the white teeth exposed from their grinning mouths.

Then when a few people walked to a slightly brighter place, it was clear that several people were wearing loose hip-hop clothes, with gold chains of unknown authenticity hanging around their necks, earrings in their ears, and walking with three steps. It's a typical black gangster on the streets of Brooklyn.

"Is this person standing here and falling asleep?"

"It doesn't look like it."

"Go up and ask, Asians are rich."

The three black gangsters blew a whistle, looked at each other, and walked to the Asian who was standing not far from the streetlight, closed his eyes and fell into a daze.

A few people shouted at first, and found that the Asian did not respond at all. One gangster touched his waist with one hand, and the other two stepped forward, reaching out to touch the wallet on the Asian.

click-

However, the moment the black gangster stretched out his hand, the young Asian man who had kept his eyes closed all of a sudden, with an extremely weird expression on his face, suddenly opened his eyes.

The shot was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he grabbed the wrist of the black gangster who reached out first, and then threw the black gangster out with a casual flick.

The other black gangster who was about to make a move saw this, and just wanted to react, but it was still too late. He only felt the Asian youth in front of him shake with his body, and a strong force hit him, and he flew upside down.

"FUCK!"

The other black gangster who was about three or four steps away from the group of people subconsciously sweared, and reached out and took out a pistol from his waist.

But before he could shoot, the Asian young man swayed again after throwing his two companions away, and disappeared from the sight that his eyes could catch.

When I saw the Asian youth again, the black gangster seemed to have been hit by a 120-mile car, and his body had already been thrown upside down.

boom--

The three black gangsters all fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. There was no moan, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The Asian young man raised his right hand and used the pistol that the black gangster dropped after being knocked into the air.

"American life."

The Asian youth looked at the pistol in his hand, put his index finger through the trigger, and turned the pistol lightly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"I've been remembering more and more things."

The Asian youth twirled the pistol in his hand, walked towards the street casually, and whispered to himself, "Tsk tsk, what a powerful memory. However, I like my current code name - clone. I seem to be There is also a nickname, mullet. Well, that name...Yang Chu? Tsk...you can't call it Yang Chu No. 2, right?"

"It reminds me of my days in the New Delhi lab, the old guy buzzing in my ear with curry-flavored English. He likes to call me X, or 1. Well, I hate letters and numbers, so, I should give myself a name... Chu..., Chu Yang may be good..."

The Asian young man seemed to be happy that he had decided on a more correct name, but his mouth still didn't stop.

It seems that he has been digesting more and more strange memories emerging from certain states by talking to himself.

Some of these memories are real, as if they were experienced by his body.

Some seem to be far away as if in the sky.

"Spiritual organs, super cells, what is this..."

The Asian young man who called himself Chu Yang shook his head. He felt that his brain's ability to process all kinds of information was very strong, but some of the things that popped up occasionally seemed to be his memory, but not something in his memory. Make him occasionally confused.

"Well, I found that my personality is a bit different from the 'me' in my memory. Well, I think the reason for this is either that the memory gene of the mullet larva has affected me, or that old guy I whispered it in my ear."

"I'm such a human guy, unlike him, haha, that's a robot."

While walking carelessly on the somewhat dirty and cold street at night, Chu Yang continued to mutter like a mentally ill patient.

With the night wind blowing, his gaze quietly scanned the surrounding corners again.

His extraordinary ability to capture information allowed him to capture a lot of information with just a glance.

Or a vehicle roaring and speeding past.The people in the car were either drunk or flying leaves or something like that.

There may be addicts and illegal elements huddled in the corner, selling some illegal drugs.

Or there are gorgeous women with gaudy makeup, who don't know whether they are inviting customers or waiting for others in some corners.

In the dark corner, one after another occasionally fell on him, full of vigilance.

Such a scene made Chu Yang, who was muttering to himself not knowing what he was talking about, feel extraordinarily fresh.

"Those old guys from Expendables are actually pretty good."

Chu Yang continued to walk and murmured in a low voice, "It's just that if we stay with them any longer, these old guys may not be able to enjoy their old age in peace."

The members of the Expendables are all very strong, and Barney, secretly, and some other members are good to him.

Even, after Barney confirmed that he was a clone, he did not hesitate to give up the mission and turned to face the mercenaries of the Clover organization.

but--

With his killing experience and strong control over his body, he gradually found himself remembering more and more things.

Sometimes these things feel like hallucinations, and sometimes they feel like memories from a previous life.

Engraved in his DNA, it cannot be erased or forgotten.

It was also because of remembering these things that after Chu Yang and the Death Squad had dealt with the clover mercenaries and the local warlord armed forces, he temporarily left the Death Squad through some channels from Barney.

With the behavior style of all members of the Death Squad, they naturally don't care so much about the danger of confrontation.

But when they met by chance, Chu Yang felt that the other party could do this. It can be said that these war dogs of the Death Squad were very good people in some aspects, and he had no intention of implicating these people further.

Moreover, Chu Yang felt that his state had become strange, and many things began to wake up in his body.

Under such circumstances, he instinctively didn't want to get too close to those old guys from the Death Squad.

"However, it is estimated that those old guys will definitely not give up so easily."

Chu Yang gently rubbed his chin with his hand. After leaving the laboratory in New Delhi, he lived in the wilderness for more than a month, surrounded by tigers, leopards, insects and snakes in the jungle, and lived a carefree life.

But within a few days of being in contact with the Death Squad, many things that he didn't know before suddenly popped up in his mind.

Especially in the past few days, he felt more and more things appeared.

That feeling is like awakening the memory of the previous life. Of course, it is not only the memory, but also various skills, and a lot of knowledge, all-round control of the body, fighting skills and so on.

Many things are instinctive.

During the one month spent with the local Bengal Tiger Tiger King in the Indian Wetland Park, what he awakened was only some skills, but when the Death Squad appeared, there was also the siege mercenaries behind him.

He gradually realized that more and more changes had taken place in himself.

"It seems that I am slowly becoming 'him'."

There was a faint smile on Chu Yang's face, and he couldn't tell if it was bewilderment or anticipation, or in fact, he seemed to have a novel feeling that he had never had before.

Just after he got off the taxi just now, he stood under the street lamp, and suddenly stood there in a daze... That is, he felt that there were a lot of related memories in his mind.

"What's the name of that organization... Oh, yes, the Divine Will Secret Society, when I was with that clone, I already knew some clues. Oh, yes, now I also belong to the clone. Speaking of which, I Same as that... well, 47."

"Tsk tsk, what is this organization called the Secret Society of God's Will? It's very powerful. Last time, the 'I' died so suddenly. Oh, it's really miserable, and it was so miserable that he died later, and was taken in by people. Decades of cloning. Well, that's what I am now...so..."

Chu Yang murmured all the way, then suddenly stopped, and under the slightly dim street lights, his eyes were extremely bright.

"So... I'm going to get rid of this organization."

"Whether it's for that 'me' or because I'm a clone, people from the Divine Will will definitely come to me, and I need to settle this matter first."

"And the original me, the thing I wanted to find... oh, it turned out to be the extraordinary secret of human beings?! It's so interesting!"

"Could it be that the 'I' and the current me have already surpassed human beings? Hehe, but I do look forward to seeing other different extraordinary powers."

Chu Yang was talking to himself, and suddenly laughed again.

(End of this chapter)