This person's movements were extremely fast. Song Hao, who was originally standing on the side, seemed to have expected it and immediately dodged.

It is difficult for Zhou Wen to escape from such a close distance.

However, they did not expect that Zhou Wen's Superman battle suit had already reacted.

A numbness appeared on Zhou Wen's neck, and Zhou Wen subconsciously planned to grab the person's wrist.

At this moment, the corner of his eyes swept across.

The man in a white coat was holding a needle in his hand, and there was transparent liquid inside the needle.

Because the distance is very close, and this person is unexpected, if an ordinary person encounters it, he will definitely be powerless.

He did not hesitate any more and grabbed the man's wrist in his hand.

However, the man still had a sneer on his face.

"Not good!" Zhou Wen suddenly felt a sense of crisis coming from behind.

"Bang!"

A potion suddenly pierced into his neck.

Even though he had predicted this danger, he had no time to react!

The liquid in the potion was quickly injected into the blood vessels on his neck. Zhou Wen felt a dazed in front of him, and then his body softened and he fell to the ground.

On the side of the passage not far away, a man holding a gun in his hand walked out of the darkness.

"It's done." The man said coldly.

"Boss Song, the person you found this time is pretty good, and I can actually take this injection." The man who used to stab Zhou Wen with a syringe and said with a smile.

At this moment, in the passage, Zhou Wen's body collapsed on the ground, and surrounded by a group of people in white coats and Song Hao.

"That's right, this person may still be an internal martial artist, and his natural strength is extraordinary." Song Hao smiled.

He glanced at Zhou Wen on the ground with a proud look.

No matter how powerful you are, you are still at the mercy of others.

"It's actually an internal martial artist, so the amount of anesthetic agent needs to be increased." The man said cautiously.

The man holding the anesthetic, drunken and gun came over and said, "Don't worry, the amount of anesthetic I used for him is three times that of ordinary people. Even if he explodes here, he will not wake up."

After saying that, the few people laughed together.

"Okay, Boss Song, you can leave now." The man said coldly.

Song Hao was about to say something, but saw that these people ignored him and instead dragged Zhou Wen's body and walked towards the distance.

Song Hao looked into the head and yearned for looking inside, but he could not see anything valuable.

"I said brother, what are you doing here?" Song Hao smiled and took out a few cigarettes from his pocket.

"Don't ask too much about what you shouldn't know. Boss Song, if you don't want to do it, then we'll change people." After saying that, the researcher in the white coat turned around and left here.

In an instant, Song Hao and the armed personnel holding submachine guns were left here.

The militants stood by Song Hao and said coldly: "Boss Song, go here."

Song Hao snorted and took the cigarette back into his pocket in disappointment.

In front of this group of people, he did not dare to act rashly.

He is just a glove, and if it is gone, he can change it.

Song Hao knew his identity. Without this power, he would not have that much money to operate here, and it would be even more impossible for him to be well here.

When he opened a club here, the other party came to him, but at that time, he relied on his family's wealth and did not take these people to heart.

Song Hao was afraid of what happened later.

Under the coercion and temptation, Song Hao agreed to the other party's request and became a glove for the other party.

Open a black market, build a boxing ring, gather these masters and provide them to each other.

He still doesn't know what this force is and what those masters need to do.

However, he knew that Zhou Wen was in danger this time.

"Hehe, let you go against me, you will be finished now. It's a pity that the three million will be spent on your life." Song Hao thought to himself, leaving here with the followers of the militants.

...

"Is this guy the champion of this boxing match?"

Several people were dragging Zhou Wen's body on the road, and a middle-aged man in a white coat came towards him.

The man's white coat was covered with various stains of blood, and his eyes were covered with blood, which was extremely red.

"Dr. King, yes, we're going to send him to the lab," said several researchers.

Dr. Jin's hair was a little curly and extremely messy.

He rushed straight to Zhou Wen's body and reached out and placed his hand on Zhou Wen's body.

"It's so good, it's so good. This body is perfect!" Dr. Jin said as if he was obsessed with looking at Zhou Wen's body.

His eyes were staring at Zhou Wen's body from head to toe.

"I never thought that if I had this test piece, I could try my newly developed potion!" After saying that, Dr. Jin laughed wildly.

He looks like he is not a normal person at all.

The researchers seemed to have become accustomed to his performance and were not surprised.

After Dr. Jin laughed, he slowly stood up, came to several research institutes, and said gloomyly: "Immediately! Send him to the testing room immediately! I want to cut open his belly! Take out his heart!"

"I have never dissected an internal martial artist yet!" Dr. Jin laughed again.

"Yes, Doctor." Several researchers nodded and continued to drag Zhou Wen's body into it.

Several people walked through closed rooms and arrived at a laboratory filled with instruments, which was the laboratory mentioned by Dr. Jin.

Zhou Wen's body did not react from beginning to end.

"I'm also talking about internal martial artists. If you get a numb and drunk, you'll have to be like a dead pig if you keep your gun!"

"No matter what kind of internal martial artist he is, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a test piece!"

"That's for sure, our potions are the future of mankind! When our potions are sold around the world, everyone can become an internal warrior!"

While chatting, several researchers carried Zhou Wen to the test bench.

This is a white bed that can be changed from angles to various angles.

There are various surgical instruments placed on the shelves around the bed, and there is even a little blood on the ground that has not been wiped clean.

"Do you want to tie his arms and legs?" asked a researcher.

"Don't worry, let's inject him with this psychedelic and potion first. He will do whatever he wants to do later!" A researcher pinched a test tube on the test bench next to him and sucked it in it with a needle.

The medicine here is pink.

"With this test sample, plus the fifty people sent in a batch last time, our research will definitely make a breakthrough." The researcher said while holding the needle.

He slowly walked to Zhou Wen's side.

Looking at the person on the bed who was unknown, the researcher looked at each other and said, "For the future of mankind!"

After the few people finished speaking in unison, the researcher immediately pierced the needle towards Zhou Wen's neck!

Just then...

Zhou Wen, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

"You actually..." the researcher exclaimed.

At this time, Zhou Wen suddenly jumped from the bed and kicked the researcher on the wrist.

"Bang!"

The glass needle fell to the ground and smashed into pieces in an instant, and the liquid inside also flowed out!

"Impossible! We have been injected with three times the anesthetic, how could you wake up!" The researcher looked at Zhou Wen, in disbelief.

However, Zhou Wen would not explain to him.

His body rushed out suddenly, grabbed a researcher's neck and fell to the wall on one side.

"Bang!"

The researcher fainted immediately.

The remaining two researchers hurriedly walked to the side, wanting to get the submachine guns hanging on the wall.

At this time, Zhou Wen reached out and took out two scalpels from the shelf on the bed.

"Swish!"

Zhou Wen immediately threw his hand and threw it out.

Two scalpels pierced the palms of the two researchers directly and nailed their hands to the wall.
To be continued...