While thinking about this, Liao Yu had already silently remarked twice in his heart. However, just as he was about to silently recite the third time, he thought of the list that had just emerged, among which words such as "organ repair agent" and "genetic improvement project" suddenly occupied the center of his consciousness.

After a moment of dead silence, Liao Yu pointed at the flames.

With the touch of his fingertips, Liao Yu lost consciousness again.

When Liao Yu regained his consciousness, he was already lying in a dilapidated hotel room.

Liao Yu sat up from the bed with difficulty, reached out to knead his forehead and chest, and a completely different feeling came from the two places. The nauseous dizziness on his head and the heat filled his chest made him feel as if he had just walked down from the virtual cabin and was immediately stuffed into the stove.

"What was the chest stuffed into? The surgery performed in the room just now?" Before Liao Yu could still feel the changes in his body carefully, he was attracted by the old wall clock on the wall.

"Such an old wall clock is probably about to disappear in today's society."

Liao Yu looked around the small and pitiful room. The walls and bedding were covered with thick layers of gray. The yellow and wet sheets showed that the owner of the hotel obviously did not care much about the guests' stay experience. The random traces attached to the wall made Liao Yu feel a little nauseous. The scene of how the guests splashed the liquid on the wall could not stop appearing in his mind. When he lowered his head, he found that there were still many indigenous people in the room crawling busyly on the ground.

Although he has accepted the reality that Hantang is higher than his own world, it is teleported to a world that is strange or even not on Earth in a blink of an eye, and Liao Yu is still shocked to speak.

Suddenly, a cold and mechanical voice sounded in his heart.

"Date: 2004."

“Location: New York, United States.”

"Mission Background: The successive presidents of the United States were resurrected by a paranoid citizen with black magic. They were amplified by black magic and their evil thoughts in their hearts vowed to destroy this country they built. Now the people's beliefs have begun to be chaotic, and the number of casualties is rising sharply, while superheroes such as Iron Man Tony Stark and American Captain Rogers are unable to come forward to stop them. In order to reduce casualties, please resolve the disaster of the zombie president in advance."
Chapter completed!