big brain explosion

Chapter 218 Lost
Bai Ge adjusted his landing point by teleporting.

But neither teleportation nor entering the brain hole will change his acceleration in reality.

He made some adjustments, chose the Sahara Desert as the landing point, and began to teleport in the opposite direction.

Whenever he saw that he was about to enter the stratosphere, the direction of the back and forth suddenly shifted by a thousand kilometers, so that he had an extra ten seconds to slow down.

As he continued to decelerate, coupled with the resistance of the atmosphere, he finally slowed down to ten kilometers per second by relying on the reverse plasma propulsion after four teleportations.

This speed is no problem, with his mass, it is equivalent to a meteorite impact.

At this time, if there is anyone in the center of the Sahara Desert, they will be able to see a burning fuzzy light ball falling and smashing into the depths of the desert.

"boom!"

The huge shock set off layers of spreading sandstorms, and a lingering dust cloud rose in the center of the desert.

After a while, these sands disappeared in large quantities, as if something sent them away.

The sand in the falling area became less and less, and the surrounding sand particles slid towards the center, and soon a sand pit with a depth of tens of meters appeared, exposing the rocks underneath.

Bai Ge flew out naked, and hurriedly got himself another set of clothes to wear.

As his strength became more and more powerful, the clothes were more and more likely to disappear, which was quite distressing.

"Master, our people have recovered the mechanical enemy first, and the people of the Lighthouse Bureau are still looking around in the Pacific Ocean. One of our teams is ready to break into the headquarters of the Lighthouse Bureau at any time." A ball of sand condensed the body of Bell Said.

Bai Ge laughed and said, "Don't worry, there is only one permafrost butterfly left in the Lighthouse Bureau. It's fine if we don't take action. Once they feel threatened, they might release the permafrost butterfly."

"In comparison, I don't know what the two storage items in Africa are. Since they are here, let's store them directly."

As he spoke, he stood on the desert and looked west.

He chose the Sahara Desert as the landing point, not just because it is better to withstand his fall.

At the same time, because he knew that there was a contained item here.

There are two shelters in Africa, and one is in the hands of the Moroccan government. For this reason, this small country has become one of the five host countries of the Global Council.

Another thing is in the Sahara Desert.

Squinting his eyes, Baige sensed the location of the contained object, which was about a hundred kilometers away from him.

Plasma sparks erupted from Baige's legs in an instant, and the blue light flew all the way, flying more than ten kilometers in the blink of an eye.

When he flew, he left a track formed by high-temperature crystals on the desert. By the way, his pants were burned again, leaving only the upper half of his thigh.

"Damn! Bell, make me a pair of high temperature resistant pants! No, I need a full set of clothes!" Bai Ge said.

The bell said: "Red? Or flesh-colored? Or black?"

"Of course it's red and black!" Bai Ge said.

Bell said: "Give me some hair, just two kilograms of cells."

Bai Ge unleashed a magnetic weapon and used a whirlwind of knives to cut off the jelly-like black hair on his head.

However, after cutting for a long time, only a little bit of skin was broken.

Bai Ge curled his lips, so he had no choice but to enter his brain, spend some energy, and pull out dozens of hairs on his head just like the kidney extraction before.

Seeing that the super-speed regeneration repaired the blood flow on his head, Bai Ge threw these black cells on the ground.

Ling Dang quickly combined blood cells with black living hair cells, added some alloy debris, and new nanomaterials, and finally produced two sets of clothes for Bai Ge.

One set of Baige is worn on the body, and the other is kept in the brain for backup.

This suit is red and black, with a strange texture, and it looks more like the fleshy luster of the black light virus prototype.

However, under the design of the bell, generally speaking, as long as you don't check and explore carefully, you will only think that it is a more individual clothing if you look at it normally.

Now don't talk about Baige, just change this outfit to another person at will, put on the hat, and you won't be afraid of fire and lightning.

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The Sahara Desert is very large, with more than 900 million square kilometers of desert, and the fringes are divided by many North African countries, but its worst center, although it belongs to some countries in name, actually no one can survive.

This is one of the most inhospitable areas for human beings to live in. The sea of ​​sand that can't be seen at a glance, and the scorching temperature under the sun's rays form a dead zone.

There was nothing alive, not even a hardy cacti.

Sand, sand, nothing but sand, sand.

However, even though everything is so bad, there is still a human being here.

This human looks like a European-American, with sun-shading clothes on his head, his whole body is extremely dry, his lips are cracked and pale, and even the blood seems to have evaporated.

Even though it was autumn, the desert was still full of daylight, and the man was clearly dehydrated.

He numbly walked up a sand dune, looking into the distance, there was still endless yellow sand.

With despair in his eyes, he was finally unwilling to leave, as if he had given up, and knelt on the ground as soon as his knees gave up.

Then he slid down the dune and lay on his back in the shade of the dune, curled up to die.

He was a French explorer named Goethe.He tried to cross the desert alone, and recorded the process by himself with a video camera.

However, he encountered a big storm ten days ago and was forced to flee in the opposite direction. Under the cover of the yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun, he broke into the most dangerous death zone.

The so-called death zone refers to the ultimate forbidden zone of life within a radius of [-] kilometers in the center of the Sahara Desert.

Here, even insects cannot survive.

But after all, he has rich experience. He came here a few years ago, and he knows that as long as he follows the direction guided by the sun and insists on walking in one direction, he can still go out.

After all, the diameter of this area is only forty kilometers. As long as you go out, you may be able to see a small amount of plants, and then get a little water supply.

However, there seems to be some unexpected change in this dead zone.

He walked westward for about seventy kilometers in a row until all the water on his body was exhausted, and he couldn't find even a single plant.

There will always be endless yellow sand around.

"How come... the death zone is not so big... Could it be that the direction of the sun is also wrong?"

Gradually, Goethe found that whenever he crossed a sand dune, the environment changed beyond recognition.

Looking back, the sand dunes he passed by when he came here have become unfamiliar, as if he didn't come from there.

This discovery made him extremely desperate, it seemed that even the sun was no longer trustworthy, and he had no idea where to go.

Weird loss, endless correct direction, small death zone, seems to become infinite.

Goethe had already drank all the water on his body because he was lost in the black desert where there was no grass for several days. At this time, he had not taken a drop of water for two days and fell into a state of dehydration.

At this moment, he, who had already given up in despair, took out his video camera and began to record his last words.

His voice was quickly hoarse, and the dry pain seemed to tear him apart.

But he still insisted on talking to the camera, and when he was exhausted, he took a rest.

Gradually, holding the camera in his arms, he half-closed his eyes and fell into the memories of dying.

Suddenly, a red and black figure came into view, standing in front of him, overlooking him.

"Illusion?" He didn't think it was someone who came to save him.

How could there be another person who was so unlucky and fell into the death zone like him?
What's more, the red and black figure, because his vision is blurred, looks like the god of death is coming. He has faith, and he feels that this may be the god of death seen by the dying person.

"Is there really a god of death? Take me away...I'm in too much pain now..." Goethe said in his heart.

He would rather die now than continue to suffer.

"I didn't expect there were still people alive." The red and black figure said.

Goethe was stunned. The language spoken by the other party was Chinese. Although he didn't understand the meaning, he could still distinguish the difference between Chinese and other East Asian languages.

"Ah? What?" Goethe opened his eyes wide, trying to see why Death spoke Chinese.

It seemed that he was speaking French, and then the other party switched to French.

"Want water?" Death said.

Goethe didn't care whether it was a dream or a hallucination, when he heard the water, he immediately shouted: "Yes! I want water!"

He thought, even if it was a dream, he would have to drink a full meal in the dream before dying.

Unexpectedly, the god of death said: "Is it frozen or at room temperature?"

"Huh?" Goethe said in astonishment, "Is there any iced ones?"

Immediately afterwards, the god of death threw a bottle of water to him casually, and the water bottle fell into his arms, and the cold tingling instantly woke him up.

"Is it really water? Or is it ice?" Although Goethe was about to go into shock, he burst out with astonishing strength at this moment.

He drank the ice water like crazy, feeling like he came alive.

"Uh... Hahaha... Gulu Gulu... Hahaha..." Goethe was so happy that he cried with joy, but he couldn't cry because he was dehydrated.

After drinking half of the bottle of water in a few gulps, he stopped immediately and carefully held the remaining half bottle of water.

With energy, it was only then that the red and black figure could be seen clearly. It was not a god of death, but an oriental man with a delicate appearance that was a bit outrageous.

This oriental man didn't have a drop of sweat all over his body, and his skin was clean and smooth. He didn't look like someone who went deep into the death zone of the Black Desert at all.

On the contrary, it is more like just finishing a SPA in an air-conditioned room.

Also in the desert of death, compared with him, the person in front of him is simply not in the same painting style.

"Are we really in the same world? This is the worst death zone in the Sahara..." Goethe broke down.

He is almost dying of thirst here, his skin is dry and cracked, but the person in front of him is just the opposite. Could it be that he is exploring in the Sahara and still doing skin care every day?

And what happened to the water that seemed to have just been taken out of the refrigerator?Sahara expeditions also bring refrigerators with them?
Dressed so casually, are you here for vacation?
This person is of course Bai Ge. Goethe couldn't help asking, seeing him so calm and unhurried, "Are you a large army? Are you here to investigate the death zone?"

Unexpectedly, Bai Ge said: "No, it's just me."

"And... I'm lost too."

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(End of this chapter)