Tokyo: Parasite

Chapter 380 150: Original Extraordinary Potion

"This is such a fucking world! There's not even a bit of fairness in this world. Why do they only bully honest people like me? Ugh, even the wine is fake! Let's destroy it~ Let's destroy everything! Only destruction is the fairest thing in the world."

Homeless vagrants drank the cheapest and strongest liquor and wandered drunkenly in the dim streets with few street lights.

He cursed profanely and walked slowly in a zigzag pattern toward the bottom of an overpass, which was his only place to stay at the moment.

The black guys who came out to work at night had no interest in him. There were many homeless people like him in the city, with no jobs, no families, and even no relatives. They used the money they begged every day to buy wine and enjoy themselves. They drank today and didn't save a single drop for tomorrow. From the insoles of their shoes to their underwear, the dirt they rubbed off their bodies was more than the valuables they had.

Robbing such people is a complete waste of time. Not only will your hands get dirty, but you'll also be easily covered in vomit, which will only make you feel disgusted. It's totally not worth it.

"Get away from me, you drunkard, and don't come any closer!" A little black man drank from his wine with one hand and put his other hand on his bulging waist, shouting at the drunk.

The drunk immediately stopped shouting and swearing, mumbling something incomprehensible, and walked around them obediently.

When they were far away, he looked back a few times to make sure he could no longer see those black guys, then, emboldened by the alcohol, he started cursing loudly again.

"Bah! What a piece of shit, what right do you have to teach me a lesson? You rubbish! You want to drink better wine than me? Drink my piss!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became. He even proudly unzipped his pants and started peeing in that direction.

Unexpectedly, he didn't walk very far. The black guys were still not far away from him, but they were not very obvious because of the dark clothes they wore, which had an invisibility effect. Therefore, they heard every word the drunkard said.

Those who can make a living by robbing houses are not the kind of people who would swallow their anger. If they can resist drawing their guns, they can be said to have good emotional management and can be regarded as the leader of a gang.

"This dead pig talks a lot of bullshit, kill him!"

The little black guys picked up the sticks they carried with them and rushed out of the dark corner. The drunk was so scared that he didn't even have time to pull up his pants. He turned around and ran away in a hurry, but he lost his balance and tripped over his front feet and fell directly to the ground, performing a fountain movement.

"Scream! Scream again!"

"Fuck! He peed my pants!"

"vomit--"

"Fuck Fuck!"

Although the few black guys successfully taught the drunkard a lesson, they were also attacked by a series of biological and chemical weapons, which meant they hurt the enemy and also lost eight hundred of their own. In the end, they lost interest in beating people and walked away cursing, smelling all over themselves.

The drunk fell to the ground, struggling and trying to crawl to the wall.

It's not that he has a sense of public morality, but there are a lot of speeding gangs on the road at night, and you can't expect them to have a sense of public morality.

"If I were extraordinary. If I were extraordinary, I would definitely..." The drunk man spoke unclearly, gradually getting drunk and slowly falling asleep.

In the darkness, Fei Du, in disguise, slowly walked out from the corner.

"Then, as you wish, come and leave your mark in this chaotic world."

He took out a needle, mixed several bottles of medicine on the spot, blended it into a light red hue, drew it into the syringe, lifted the drunk's arm, and inserted the needle.

Then they pinched the drunk's alcohol-smelling mouth open and stuffed a micro positioning tracker into his mouth.

This tracker can automatically adhere to the stomach wall and last for half a month without falling off.

After everything was done, he left silently, as if he had never been there.

Even the needle wound on the drunk's arm was closing and disappearing quickly.

".I will kill you all!"

During the day, a drunk lying under a wall on the street suddenly sat up and shouted, scaring passers-by, who then avoided him with eyes that looked like he was a lunatic.

The drunk man took a few deep breaths, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up at the sun, and slowly came to his senses.

"It hurts so much, why did I end up sleeping here?" The drunk scratched his tangled hair, feeling uncomfortable pain all over his body.

The most embarrassing thing is that the bird windows are open and they can breathe fresh air freely outside.

He quickly zipped up his pants and covered his head to recall the past. He seemed to vaguely remember being surrounded and beaten by a few black guys, but he had no idea why.

"What a bunch of bastards." He cursed in a low voice and looked around as if he was afraid of being heard.

He got up from the ground and twisted his body. He actually felt pretty good. Although it was a little painful, he seemed to have endless energy. The listless state that usually came with no alcohol disappeared, and he looked "refreshed".

"strangeness."

The drunk man didn't think much about it and walked towards his tent under the overpass.

"Lucy? You were drunk and lying in bed all day again last night?"

The person who was speaking was the drunk's "neighbor," an old man in his fifties, who was said to be bankrupt due to divorce and unemployment.

There are still many homeless people under the overpass. Some of them set up tents, while others use some discarded iron sheets to build an enclosed space, which looks like a real hut.

Places like theirs are a good place for homeless people. Apart from the occasional strong wind, there is no direct sunlight and no water leaks. More importantly, it is free.

Unlike those who set up tents on the street, although it is convenient to go to the church to get free food, they will be cleared out overnight if there is any movement.

"I forget it." Lucy looked at the other party's confident guess and wanted to refute it, but the other party's guess was completely accurate. He simply closed his mouth and prepared to eat something to relieve his hunger.

He went back to the tent and searched around, but couldn't find the instant food he had left yesterday.

"Hey, who the hell took my instant pasta?!"

Lucy came out of the tent angrily, staring at the old man and asked.

The old man curled his lips and pointed to a tall black man who had just arrived not long ago. He said loudly: "I don't know, it might be a mouse or a raccoon. Haha, it can't be taken by a panda. It's not bamboo."

Lucy was starving, and the church was not distributing food quickly. Driven by hunger, he angrily found the black guy who was eating pasta.

The old man widened his eyes. He originally wanted to make this cowardly guy retreat, but what happened today? Why was he so aggressive?
He wanted to stop it, but was afraid of being affected, so he took two steps back and watched what happened.

"You.! Give me back my pasta!"

Xiao Hei lazily raised his eyes to look at him, stuffed the last bite of pasta into his mouth with a disposable fork, and put down the bowl: "What pasta? If you want to eat it, there is some sauce here. I will add some urine to it and let you lick it for free. How about it?" "You dog——"

Before he could finish his words, Xiao Hei suddenly stood up. He was a head taller than Lucy and looked quite intimidating. He stared at Lucy from a high position and said, "What do you want to say? If you lose something, go find it instead of slandering others casually!"

"I know it was you who took it." Lucy's sanity gradually returned, and she cursed herself inwardly for her impulsiveness. Now she was in a dilemma.

"Where's the evidence? Is there a name on that package of pasta? Or is it pregnant with your baby?" Xiao Hei pressed on, making it difficult for Lucy to breathe.

"Forget it. Just treat it as feeding the dogs, you bastards." Lucy shook her hands and tried to leave, but was stopped by Xiao Hei, whose face became even darker.

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll never learn to keep your mouth shut!"

After saying that, Xiao Hei started hitting Lucy.

"Ah! Ahhh?"

Lucy lay down on the ground with experience, curled up her body, and protected her head and lower body.

He just howled twice out of habit when he realized something was wrong. Why was the opponent's strength so weak?
In addition to the pain left from last night, the force of this man's punch was almost as strong as a massage.

"You bastard are pretty tough." Xiao Hei clenched his fists and stopped hitting again. His hands were shaking, as if he was hitting concrete just now.

Lucy got up belatedly, looked at the place where she was hit, and took a step back with Xiao Hei, her eyes slowly lighting up.

He smiled and raised his fist tentatively: "Now, it's my turn!"

After saying that, he threw a punch, hitting Xiao Hei directly in the stomach, knocking him into the air. He flew several meters away, hit the rotten tent and debris, and then hit his head on the bridge pier, leaving a pool of blood on the graffiti-covered bridge pier, and then fell to the ground with a bang, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Lucy looked at her fist, her laughter grew louder and louder, gradually becoming more and more unbridled, and she laughed so wildly that tears came out of her eyes.

extraordinary!

I must have awakened some extraordinary power!
From now on, money, beauty, power! I will take back everything I have lost, and I will also take back everything I have not obtained!
The old man and the people under the bridge looked at the wildly laughing Lucy, with horror and desire flashing in their eyes. They could never have imagined that the homeless man who had just known them for several years would actually have a day to turn his life around.

Lucy was full of energy and enthusiasm, and he ignored these former "friends in need" completely. He even threw away the things in his tent and completely cut off ties with the past. From now on, he, Lucy, would live a new life as a superior person!
He couldn't wait to stride out of the bridge pier. As for the life or death of Xiao Hei, haha, even if these homeless people died on the road, how many people would care.

"From now on, I have the final say in Saint Paul!"

He let out a proud cry and walked away without looking back.

The homeless people looked at each other, then went back to their tents tacitly, pretending nothing had happened.

“It would be great if I could have such an opportunity.”

"If I had known earlier, I would have made friends with him. Maybe I could have benefited from it."

"Haha, this kind of person can't be a friend at all. You know how selfish Lucy is."

The old man concealed his panic on his face and returned to his tin hut. He looked back again and again before he dared to take out the package of pasta from under his pillow. He quickly stuffed it into a pile of old clothes, sat on the bed, held down his shaking hands, and took a deep breath.

"It's none of my business, it's none of my business"

On the street, Lucy was enjoying his future. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He wished he could rush back to his hometown right now and skin all those people who once looked down on him.

But soon, a group of girls dressed coolly appeared in his sight, and he quickly gave up the ridiculous idea of ​​returning to his hometown.

How can those small places compare with big cities?

With a few laughs, he quickly chased after him.

At this time, in a bungalow somewhere in São Paulo, Fei Du and Xavier had already settled here for a few days.

When he had nothing to do on weekdays, Xavier would go out to collect information, secretly fight some crimes without attracting attention, and accumulate funds for his actions.

Fei Du hid in the basement of the house, claiming that he could use Xavier's uninfected blood, combined with ancient Inca pharmacology, to see if he could develop a potion that could turn the resurrected corpse back into a normal person.

After knowing that his blood could be used in this way, Xavier wanted Fei Du to draw his blood three times a day without any resistance.

Of course, what Non-Poison was actually researching was naturally the extraordinary medicine that he had been dreaming of.

The effect of Xavier's blood was much stronger than he had expected. Many previous problems were solved and most of the expected problems were not encountered. It was highly adaptable.

He had no plans to conduct animal experiments, as this was developed specifically for humans, and there was nothing abundant here except for people.

People were worthless here. After the original extraordinary potion came out, he found a few cynical guys who were obviously not good people in several places in the city far away from Xavier's activities, and injected the potion into them without them knowing.

Next, he will use the monitoring effect of the positioning device to keep an eye on the changes of these people.

"As long as I master this ability, I will be on par with the gods. The Special Affairs Bureau, the Heavenly Node, and the Holy Infant Society are nothing more than this!"

Fei Du looked at the bottles of medicine in front of him with fanatical eyes.

Processed Xavier's blood, soul essence, and extraordinary bone powder.

These are the three main ingredients of the original extraordinary potion, but now he has not figured out the best configuration, the potion may be replaced, and naturally he will not use it on himself.

Everything will depend on the feedback from those who were injected with the drug in the next few days.

One of them probably couldn't withstand the effects of the drug, all his internal organs melted and he died.

But there were three people who showed some degree of extraordinary ability. Among them, the one called Lucy showed the ability most like a true extraordinary person. Various values ​​of his body were slowly improving. Moreover, he was very high-profile. When he fell in love with a woman, he knocked her out and carried her away, completely ignoring her screaming companions and passers-by.

He is somewhat mentally retarded or crazy. Even if he doesn't know about Xavier, the night vigilante, doesn't he know that there are choirs in São Paulo?

"Could it be that the brain is affected?" Fei Du could only come to this conclusion and record this possibility.

"That's good. We can also find something for the choir to do. Otherwise, we might think Rio has calmed down after so many days of no trouble."

(End of this chapter)