Bai Ge adjusted his landing point through teleportation.

However, teleportation and entering the brain will not change his acceleration in reality.

He adjusted his mind, chose the Sahara Desert as the landing point, and began to constantly teleport in reverse.

Whenever he was about to enter the stratosphere, he teleported for a thousand kilometers in the direction he suddenly went back and forth, so he had ten more seconds to slow down.

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

There is no problem with this speed. With its mass, it is just a meteorite impact.

At this time, if there is someone in the center of the Sahara Desert, you can see a burning fuzzy light ball falling and hitting the depths of the desert.

"boom!"

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

After a while, the sand disappeared in large quantities, as if something had sent the sand away.

The sand in the fallen area was getting less and less, and the surrounding sand slid towards the center, and soon a sand pit of dozens of meters deep appeared, revealing the rocks below.

Bai Ge flew out naked and hurriedly made another set of clothes for himself.

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

"Master, our people have recovered the mechanical public enemy first. The people from the Lighthouse Bureau are still looking for them everywhere in the Pacific Ocean. One of our teams has been prepared and can break into the headquarters of the Lighthouse Bureau at any time." A ball of sand condensed into the body of the bell and said.

Bai Ge smiled and said, "No hurry, the Lighthouse Bureau is just a permanent butterfly left. It's okay if we don't take action. Once they feel threatened, they might release the permanent butterfly."

"In comparison, I don't know what the two confinements in Africa are. Since I have come, I'll just take them in."

As he said that, he stood in the desert and looked to the west.

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

At the same time, he knew that there was a containment here.

There are two confinements in Africa, one in the hands of the Moroccan government. For this reason, this small country has become one of the five confinements of the Global Council.

Another thing is in this Sahara Desert.

Squinted his eyes, Bai Ge sensed the location of the containment, which was about a hundred kilometers away from him.

Bai Ge's legs instantly burst into plasma sparks, and he flew over a dozen kilometers in the blink of an eye.

He left a trajectory of high-temperature crystals in the desert while flying. By the way, his pants were burned again, leaving only the upper part of his thighs.

"Damn! Bell, make me a pair of high-temperature trousers! No, I need all the clothes!" Bai Ge said.

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

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

The bell said, "Give me some hair, just two kilograms of cells."

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

However, after cutting for a long time, I only broke a little skin.

Bai Ge curled his lips and had to go into his brain, spend some energy, and pull out dozens of hairs on his head like he had taken the kidneys before.

Seeing the speeding regeneration repairing the blood flowing on his head, Bai Ge threw these black cells to the ground.

Lingling quickly combined blood cells with red blood cells and black live hair cells, combined with some alloy chips and new nanomaterials, and finally produced two sets of clothing for Bai Ge.

One set of white songs is worn on your body, and the other is used in your mind.

This set of clothes is red and black, with a weird texture, and looks more like the flesh and blood luster of the prototype of the black light virus.

However, under the design of the bell, as long as you don’t look carefully and explore it normally, you will only feel that it is a more personalized clothing.

Now let alone Bai Ge, I will change my clothes and wear this outfit at will. Once I wear the shirt and hat, I will not be afraid of lightning.

...

The Sahara Desert is very large, with a desert of more than 9 million square kilometers. The marginal area is divided by many North African countries. However, its worst center area, although nominally belongs to some countries, is actually nominally no one can survive.

This is one of the most unsuitable areas for human survival. The sandy sea is beyond the limit at first sight, and the scorching temperature under the sunlight forms a dead end.

There is no living creature, not even a single cactus.

Sand, sand, is not only sand, but also sand.

However, despite all this being so bad, there was still a human being here.

This human looked like a European and American, with sun-shading clothes on his head, extremely dry body, ruptured and pale lips, and even the blood seemed to evaporate.

Although it was already autumn, the daylight in the desert was still sufficient, and the man was obviously seriously dehydrated.

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

Despair appeared in his eyes. He finally didn't want to leave. He seemed to have given up. He knelt on the ground as soon as his knees were weak.

Then he slid down from the dune, laying in the shade of the dune, curled up and waiting to die.

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

However, he encountered a storm ten days ago and was forced to escape in a rebellious 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 area for life within a radius of twenty kilometers in the center of the Sahara Desert.

Here, even insects cannot survive.

But he is experienced after all. He came here a few years ago and knew that as long as he follows the direction guided by the sun and insists on walking in one direction, he can still walk out.

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

However, there seems to be some unpredictable change in this death zone.

He walked for about seventy kilometers to the west in a row until all the water on his body was exhausted and he could not find even a single plant.

There will never be enough yellow sand around you.

"How could it be... the death zone is not so big... Is the direction of the sun also wrong?"

Gradually, Goethe discovered that whenever he crossed a sand dune, the environment became unrecognizable.

Looking back, the sand dunes passed by when they came had become strange, as if he didn't come from there.

This discovery made him extremely desperate, as if he was no longer trustworthy of the sun, and he had no idea where to go.

The strange loss, the right direction in the endless direction, the small death zone seemed to become infinite.

Goethe had been lost in the black desert where there was no grass for several days and had already drunk all the water on his body. At this time, he had not taken any dripping water for two days and was in a dehydration state.

At this moment, he, who had already given up in despair, took out the camera and started recording his last words.

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

But he still insisted on speaking to the camera, and he had no strength, so he took a break.

Gradually, he held the camera and half-squinted his eyes and fell into the memories of dying.

Suddenly, a red and black figure entered his eyes, and the figure stood in front of him, looking down at him.

"Is it hallucination?" He didn't think that someone was coming to save him.

How could there be another person who was so unlucky to fall into the death zone like him?

What's more, the red and black figure, because his vision was blurred, looked like the arrival of death. He had faith and felt that this might be the death-death seeing that people who were dying were seeing.

"So there is really a god of death? Take me away quickly... I'm in so much pain now..." Goethe said in his heart.

He would rather die quickly than continue to suffer.

"I didn't expect there would be living people." The red and black figure said.

Goethe was stunned and the other party spoke 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 clearly why Death spoke Chinese.

It seemed that I heard him speak French, and then the other party switched to French.

"Do you want water?" said Death.

Goethe didn't care whether he was dreaming or hallucinating now. When he heard the water, he immediately shouted: "I want it! I want water!"

He thought that even if he was dreaming, he would have to drink a lot of food in the dream before he died.

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

"Ah?" Goethe said in surprise: "There are still iced?"

Then the God of Death threw a bottle of water for him. The water bottle fell into his arms, and the cold and tingling sensation instantly woke him up.

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

He drank ice water like crazy, feeling like he was alive.

"Uh...hahaha...gurugu...hahaha..." Goethe was so happy that he cried with joy, but he was in a state of dehydration, but he couldn't cry.

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

With the spirit, I saw clearly the red and black figure. It was not a god of death, but an oriental man with an extremely delicate appearance.
To be continued...