Chen Ang wore a white coat left by the jail doctor in the medical room, which was neat and clean. The details were divided into professional clothing and Chen Ang looked like he was tidy and organized surgical instruments without expression. It looked very convincing. Not to mention the warden tied to the operating table, Hong Fan, who was monitoring the other side, was also a little cold in his mind.

Seeing the glasses on Chen Ang’s nose, the cold light occasionally flashed by, Hong Fan felt that he was furry behind him, and couldn’t help but interrupt: “Do you have to dress like this? It feels like a pervert.”

Chen Ang put on latex gloves and replied calmly: "The creation of a uniform is not meaningless. The white background color can not only avoid infection, but also emphasize a clean and pollution-free surgical environment, but also give the subjects strong psychological hints. This hint can be a sense of security and can also turn into a sense of fear at any time. Now we need this sense of fear."

Listening to Chen Ang's indifferent tone and speaking the language he didn't understand, the warden struggled strongly again, and his mouth, which was blocked by his mouth, made a heart-wrenching and strange whimper. It can be seen that the fear that Chen Ang wanted to create was very successful.

Xiaobu walked to the warden and slowly poured the anesthetic into his body. Chen Ang placed the warden sideways and fixed it to a suitable position, and began to cut open the back of his neck with a scalpel. The operation was very good and the wound was exposed very well. Of course, Hong Fan could not see these details that could be admired by the best surgeon on earth, but he could see Chen Ang's concentration.

It was a creepy seriousness and concentration. Hong Fan never knew that such a picture could give him a sense of fear when he surpassed the main god to assign those supernatural tasks.

He shouted in his heart: "He doesn't create any sense of fear at all, he's just a pervert! He must be a pervert! Are scientists in the X-Men world so perverted like him? No wonder mutants don't trust humans. After being experimented with such people, they are considered to be of good quality without psychological distortion!"

The warden's pupils dilated and his heart began to beat rapidly. Seeing that the bleeding from his wound suddenly increased, Chen Ang had to look gentler and smiled and said, "Relax! Otherwise you will die!"

The warden was fortunate to experience the psychological hypnosis method that Chen Ang personally used. The position where his eyes were facing was facing, there was a mirror specially arranged by Chen Ang. He could see the wound he was being cut through a small reflective device. The yellow nerve lines and red blood vessels were avoided neatly by Chen Ang. The surgical instruments were in his hands, like works of art, analyzing his body layer by layer.

Chen Ang could also hear his calm tone that lacked ups and downs: "This is your main nerve, this is the arterial blood vessels. I want to make a small displacement of their positions now to avoid someone opening this position again. I promise that no doctor in this world can repeat my movements without cutting off the nerves and blood vessels."

"Cut off this main nerve and you will never feel it below your neck. If you cut the blood vessel, congratulations, the plasma will be sprayed out with a "this" sound, according to your blood pressure, enough to spray to a distance of three meters high."

"Now we put this bomb in it, located in a large gap between the nerves and blood vessels... Don't worry, the packaging is a flexible material, very advanced, not only will it not cause rejection reactions, but it will never affect your normal life. It is packed with a plastic bomb the size of a marble. You may not know what a plastic bomb is, but as long as you know that even if it is black gunpowder, it will explode enough to break your carotid artery..."

The warden felt his head drowsy. He didn't know whether it was a side effect of anesthesia or a psychological gap caused by extreme fear. He only knew that the voice of the yellow demon in front of him was deeply engraved in his mind. He was deeply impressed by him in front of him, and even the reactions of fear and fear were lost.

Chen Ang hypnotized the warden under Hong Fan's nose. Although it seemed that the mechanism to control the life and death of the warden was in the hands of Hong Fan and the others, what they didn't know was that Chen Ang already had the control to make the warden surpass life and death. In the mind of the warden, Chen Ang was definitely more terrifying than a bomb. Even if he died, he had to complete Chen Ang's order first.

After the warden woke up, he saw his subordinates huddled aside. Not only were they not detained and controlled, but they even held weapons in their hands. Then he found that the group of demon-like yellow people were also standing next to him, and a sloppy prisoner was locked not far away.

He immediately jumped up and roared at his own men, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you take them down?"

The prison guards were just in a state of turmoil for a moment, and were glared by a tall yellow man and retreated to their original position. Then he saw the real yellow demon slowly walking in from the door. The warden and the prison guards trembled all over and became honest immediately.

Behind Chen Ang, two prisoners raised from the prison, were followed by those rebellious and serious prisoners, who were as honest as little chickens, and the most difficult criminals in daily life also acted as docile as devout believers.

Chen Ang came to the front of the warden and the prison guards and explained to them: "Most of you already know what is in your body. But in order to avoid some of you doing unsatisfactory behavior, I still want to demonstrate the power and function of the thing in your body."

He took out two small balls the size of a pigeon egg and showed them in front of them, and explained: "The things in your body are divided into two types, one is a high-frequency pulse signal detonation bomb, and the other is a multimolecular slow-off capsule. Their effect is as follows..."

Chen Ang signaled Hong Fan to rush a serious prisoner to the door, then pressed a small button on his hand, and saw a muffled "bang" sound from the back of the serious prisoner. His head and a small piece of spine shot upwards and dozens of meters high under the impulse force. His entire neck was neatly blown off, and the blood in his chest was sprayed high under the pressure of his heart.

The warden collapsed to the ground in fear, and the smelly urine oozed out of his pants. The prison doctor and pastor next to him were not much better, and they were all in extreme fear.

Hong Fan asked in a low voice: "You really consumed such a precious explosive to cover up!"

Chen Ang attached himself to his ear and replied in a low voice: "How is it possible? It's just a scare. That's a time bomb. I changed it with a watch and just grasp the time."

Looking at the group of people who were already scared, Chen Ang continued to explain: "Of course, due to the cost reasons, only a small number of people equipped such valuable weapons. Others were equipped with multimolecular slow-off capsules. There is a compound poison in the capsule, and the formula is very complicated. The amount of medicine in the capsule is enough to poison a hundred strong men."

"Of course, under the obstruction of the capsule materials, its release is very slow and it will take a month to poison everyone. So don't worry." Looking at the group of prison guards trembling in front of him, Chen Ang could only comfort them first, otherwise someone would inevitably die due to excessive horror.

He took out a small white pill and explained: "This is a buffer, which can temporarily release small doses of poison, one tablet a day, to ensure health. Of course, if you don't take it for two weeks, you won't die immediately, but it will cause sequelae, such as gradual severe headaches, convulsions and hallucinations. The sequelae are irreversible. Only by taking it every day can you avoid damaging your body."

Chen Ang looked at the prison guards who were staring at the small pills and emitting strong desire in their eyes. He took the small pills back into a small bottle and slowly placed the bottle on the table not far from the prison guards. He looked at everyone's extremely eager but did not dare to step forward without permission. Chen Ang nodded and said, "This is a salary and reward."

Then he opened a small box at hand, and the dazzling golden color almost blinded everyone's eyes. Chen Ang bathed countless gazes mixed with greed and fear, laughed and whispered the gold coins, shouting: "Of course, it also includes other wages and rewards."

He pushed the box, let the gold coins sprinkle on the ground, stepped on one foot, and asked, "Now, what should you call me?"

A prison guard came up with the courage to pick up a gold coin, leaned down and kissed Chen Ang's boots, knelt on the ground and said, "boss!" Under his encouragement, all the prison guards obtained their own portion and said loyally as he looked: "boss!"

Of course this is the arranged scene. The first prison guard who stepped forward was Chen Ang who had already been conquered. Chen Ang leaned on the chair and pulled up the Mauser pistol beside him and shot a prison guard who had taken a few more gold coins. While singing in English, he said: "I rule the world with greed and fear. Satan is my alias, the devil is my servant. I make people sing and laugh, and let them cry and mourn their sons and brothers! Please say with me: 'Hallelujah!'..."

"Hallelujah!" the prison guards said in unison.

Looking at this absurd and terrifying scene, Shaw whispered: "Is he really a scientist? He really looks like a cult leader, a gangster emperor!"

Chen Ang heard his words and turned his head to explain in Chinese: "Of course this is science. If you want to conquer or tame a person, you must show what they expect. For white people in the 20th century, they should control them with a style they can understand. It is an objective need to create my actions, not my personal hobbies or something."

"Although many people say that psychology is a pseudoscience, after my long-term experience in managing experimental subjects, psychology is a practical science. When we cannot systematically study human consciousness, the black box system and the psychological theory that comes from it have its own internal laws."

After saying that, he sighed: "If that 'profess' is willing to cooperate with us, psychology or the interpretation of human consciousness may have already entered a systematic and more scientific research stage! Alas! Those mutants always don't know the great significance of human progress and scientific research. They refuse to cooperate with us to study and join in research, then we can't blame us for letting them be studied!"
Chapter completed!