New Candidates for Captain

After the microscale catastrophe, humans become smaller and insects and other organisms become fond of eating human flesh. Eating human flesh can cause mutations, which then condense into crystal nuclei within the body. If a person eats crystals, they will also mutate and become zombies.

Another possibility is that when a mutant has just eaten a person, it has not yet fallen asleep and has absorbed the essence of crystal energy in its body, its flesh and blood cannot be eaten by people, otherwise it will also become a zombie.

Most zombies lose their rationality and become walking corpses who also crave human flesh. And some still retain their minds, but their bodies become ugly. So do they also have crystal nuclei inside their bodies? How do their crystal nuclei absorb crystal energy?

Eating crystals is a way, but only first level crystals can be swallowed. Larger, unable to be swallowed by the human mouth. Breaking the crystal will damage its complete structure, causing the crystals inside to quickly dissipate.

Tom doesn't know what technology or equipment the Darwin Order, which is also a mutant, uses to absorb crystal energy from larger crystals. The last time he escaped under Wen Yiku's command was by swallowing the blood of a mutated Jingba dog to obtain crystal energy.

And tonight, the mutated people led by Zhang Meng showed him another way to absorb crystal energy: skipping the process of animals eating humans to condense crystals, and directly eating human flesh.

The simple and crude method, at first thought, was like sheep eating grass and later people eating sheep, now it has been changed to people eating grass directly.

Is this metaphor the same? Is this method effective?

It seems that the behavior of mutated individuals such as Zhang Meng, who are dignified and accustomed to it, is really effective.

Since the human body already contains the original crystal energy, why do we need to condense it into crystals through other animals and then use it again by humans?

Regarding this principle, the people in the R&D department have not fully understood it yet. Perhaps the earlier and more advanced Darwin's Order would have been clearer. At present, Tom, who had regained his power from 20 o'clock to 9 o'clock, could not compete with these mutants. After the cannibalistic dinner, Zhang Meng hugged a beautiful woman and left, letting the tall mutants throw him into a big room.

Saying it's a house, it's actually a prison, surrounded by three iron fences against the wall to create a large space. Except for Tom, more than forty people have already been locked up here. Looking around, there were all men without any trace, with yellow faces, thin muscles, and lifeless eyes. Tom, who was thrown into the shelter and still dressed in a complete set of clothes, immediately caught their attention.

Before the Miniature Cataclysm, everyone was civilized, with different styles of suits, leather shoes, and casual jeans. Now they have been imprisoned as a group of mutated individuals, all of whom have become mere pigs. The humiliation and humiliation have caused them immense pain. Now that I see Tom still wearing clothes, I naturally start thinking about him.

Tom, who grew up in an orphanage, understands the key to this group's competition for resources. Taking advantage of someone reaching out to him, he shot the bird in the head and gave a lesson to the few who seemed to be the strongest among the group.

Even if strength and speed are restored to their original form, rich combat experience remains. And before fleeing the shelter, he worked out every day and had a balanced diet. Compared to these malnourished and skinny prisoners, it's like a cat entering a rat's den and easily taking control.

After intimidating them, Tom asked a few questions about the situation here. Those people are hesitant, their words are not smooth, and their words are not coherent, making it impossible to provide any useful information.

Just as Tom was wondering why the person who had just dueled was so far behind these people, the iron door opened and a group of men with cloth around their waists entered. Their attire and demeanor were similar to those of the two who had just dueled, indicating that the prisoners held by the mutant were treated differently.

Due to the beating just now, these yellow skinned people were so scared that they huddled against the wall, leaving Tom sitting by the fence with a large open space, which was very eye-catching. The men who entered curiously gathered around the fence and pointed at Tom.

"The new two legged sheep."

"It's not like a sheep. The clothes he wears should be from some formal place... Is he also a tailor?"

"Which shelter's clothes are these? The styles are different."

The burly man directly patted the fence and said impolitely, "New here, take off your clothes and throw them out. I like it."

"Hey, you can't fit in this figure," joked another person who was about the same height as Tom. "Otherwise, you'll become a ninja turtle. Give it to me instead."

"I like it. I want to be the Hulk, number 176. Do you want to compete with me?"

The person known as number 176 pursed his lips and said, "It doesn't matter, it's easy to get rotten anyway. I wasted my energy competing with you, number 97, for that tattered piece of clothing."

The tough 97 looked around and made sure no one was competing with him. Then he took another photo of the fence and said, "Do you hear me? Take off your clothes!"

Tom shook his head and said, "No way."

"You damn it. It seems that you don't understand the rules. Two legged sheep are not qualified to wear clothes. I am destined to become the chosen gladiator. How dare you refuse me? I'll see if I don't kill you!" He said angrily as he turned the other side of the fence and began to unlock the door.

The action of number 97 scared the naked men in the prison and made them tremble, pushing harder into the wall.

The door actually opened, and Tom sighed helplessly. It seemed that this demonstration was not so easy.

"Come out, it's stinky inside. You come out for me."

Since the other party sincerely invited him, Tom had no reason to continue staying with these two legged sheep, so he walked out.

"Kid, there's still time to take off your clothes now, otherwise I'll have to tear you to pieces."

Faced with the threat of number 97, Tom looked up and said, "You can't kill anyone, otherwise those mutants will eat you first."

Every person locked up here is a food that supplements the crystal energy in the mutant's body, so naturally they will not be allowed to kill each other. Just like how humans raise chickens and sheep, they won't let poultry fight and die at will.

Number 97, who was threatened by being pointed out, held back for a moment before nodding in satisfaction and said, "It's a bit interesting. Although I just came in and had a clever mind, it's great. I can't kill you, but I can beat you up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tom made a decisive move and punched number 97 in the chest, which he grabbed and pushed away.

"Yo ho, it's quite impressive. When you're outside, you might be a character, but when you enter here, you have to understand who the boss is!" 97 didn't take it seriously, as Tom's power didn't seem to cause much harm to him.

Amidst the laughter of others around him, No. 97 immediately counterattacked and engaged in a fight with Tom.

Between these punches and kicks, Tom's movements were agile and his reaction speed was also better than him. Although his strength was a bit weak, he couldn't withstand the combat experience. A few times back and forth, everyone could see that number 97 was clearly at a disadvantage. Despite his strong physique and thick skin, Tom's battles over the past year have always been small and broad, facing creatures such as mice, cats, and dogs. Simply exporting is meaningless, as he has been targeting weaknesses.

Number 97 has strong muscles, but he can't resist Tom constantly attacking his relatively weak areas. The temples, throat, joints, waist, and every opportunity to attack are greeted in these areas. If it was a life and death battle, Tom would even consider crouching, of course, it's not necessary at the moment.

After playing for six or seven minutes, everyone was amazed to see Tom being relatively small. They didn't expect the fight to be clear and without any hesitation. Many of them have also struggled to survive during the micro disaster, and have had much combat experience with ants, mice, and others. Looking at Tom's posture, they somewhat understand that he is not a simple master.

No matter how strong he is, it doesn't mean he doesn't feel pain from being beaten, let alone Tom specifically targeting his weak areas. Number 97 is in excruciating pain all over his body, and he's still feeling frustrated. No matter how hard he tries, he can't catch Tom. So he yelled and drove Tom away, took two steps into the crowd, and then shouted, "Damn it, give it all to me!"

Although he had a faint head, among these twenty plus people, he was not alone. Many of them were not driven by him, and the most obvious one was No. 176 who had just challenged him. At this moment, he extended his hand to both sides to stop the person behind him who wanted to help, and then held his hands together, watching his show with great interest.

However, no matter what, there were still a few iron poles on number 97, and they all responded and rushed towards Tom.

Tom is familiar with Xiao Bo Da, and he is also very good at one-on-one learning. These five helpers are not as robust as the 97, and neither in terms of speed nor strength can they keep up. Tom remained calm and steady, even after receiving a few punches, he didn't care and kept wandering around, occasionally finding opportunities to punch and flip. Number 97 only took two breaths, leaving only one of the five helpers standing alone.

The helpers looked around at their fallen companions, feeling lost and helpless, looking at number 97.

Number 97 got angry and said, "You bastards, are you just watching a two legged sheep arrogantly in front of us? With such courage, how can you fight those bastards?"

When it comes to "those bastards", some of the onlookers are unwilling to stand up, but No. 176 once again stopped them: "Hey... that's not true. Since he can challenge us, he doesn't have to be a two legged lamb. Besides... since the big battle on New Year's Eve until now, we have been suppressed and beaten, and your captain is not competent. Since you can't lead us to get more points and benefits, there is another one in front of us who can fight, why don't you let him lead us? Do you think so?"

As soon as these words were spoken, several men around number 176 agreed, while others were still hesitating.

Number 97 is already in a hurry, but teach the two legged sheep a lesson, how could it become a power grab?

"How can it be called incompetence? In the duel on New Year's Eve, I knocked over three people in a row. What about you? You only know how to run. Overall, the score is behind, and that's because that man's wife is too tough, okay? Who dares to fight her? Before she came, we were pressing against each other. Why didn't you say that? Oh, now that we've lost, you want to push a new person to take over my position? No way!"

Tom was a bit confused, but he didn't say a word because it was the best opportunity to understand the current situation.

176th retorted, "Yes, men are amazing. We can't beat them, but don't forget that they are suppressing us as newcomers. Now that we have a newcomer who can fight, why can't we also make him our captain? Brothers, do you think that scores are not only related to the order of our duels, but also to our welfare? In the end, they also determine whether we can survive and become the chosen ones. I propose that this newcomer become our captain, do you think we should shout or not?"

"Roar!"

Gradually, people raised their hands and shouted, and more and more people followed suit.

As the situation settled, 97's face looked very unpleasant. He glared at Tom with resentment, eager to rush forward.

At this moment, Tom spoke up and said, "What captain, what score? Can anyone help me explain it?"