Chapter 492: Feeling powerless? That can be played too
But there has never been a chance. This is Dahua's civil aviation, and they will never stop the plane privately if it is not necessary.
If it is beaten down by rubbing it secretly... but the holy spring is still on top, beating it will not work.
With this hesitation, the plane reached the high seas and was constantly escorted by fighter planes. There was no chance.
They could only watch the plane fly to the free country, and when the plane arrived at the airport, they did not dare to do it.
Old Martinson is also the founder of the Divine Aid Society after all. He may not be able to fight against the entire Divine Aid Society, but he can easily do it by taking the lead in dealing with one or two consortiums.
They didn’t dare to touch Old Martinson’s brow, so they could only pack up and get on the plane to the city where Old Martinson’s estate was located.
Knowing that something good was coming, they all came over like cats that smelled fishy smell.
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A certain heavily guarded manor on the coast of the Free State.
Old Martinson is doing simple exercises. He is slowly recovering from the paralysis that was punished by the system. It seems that the better his impression of Chen Chu is, the faster he will get better.
At this moment, more than two months later, the situation has almost improved.
He is looking forward to one thing now. What if the fruit this time will help his situation?
I can only say that I am looking forward to it!
The hurried arrival of the housekeeper made old Martinson stop his simple exercise and sit back in the wheelchair with the help of the beautiful caregiver.
Old Martinson's hand was naturally held by the female nurse, and she held it in front of her and carefully massaged it for 'service'.
Even though Old Martinson is powerless, he still has the idea of enjoying these things.
After all, aren’t beautiful girls beautiful? Isn't a young and beautiful body attractive?
Even though his current body can no longer do anything for him, having it is a pure enjoyment.
As for the question of whether you will get tired of it, it’s because you don’t change it fast enough.
As long as you change quickly enough, every woman will give you a different feeling.
The size is different, so how can you get tired of it?
There is a sense of novelty in exploring the unknown.
“Did you get it?” Old Martinson looked at the old housekeeper and asked.
The butler nodded and did not avoid what Old Martinson was doing with his hands at this time.
He did not turn around to look. After serving Old Martinson for so many years, he had long understood what should be seen and what should not be seen.
Old Martinson withdrew his hand and said to the people around him: "You are not needed here for the time being. Leave first."
“Okay, old Mr. Martinson.” The nurse and the medical staff left.
Only the security guards did not move.
Old Martinson said in an old voice: "Old Johnny, bring it."
Old Johnny butler took a bag with a lockbox from the person behind him, entered the password, and opened it gently.
Suddenly, the aroma of ripe fruits spread.
Old Johnny butler took a gentle sniff and came to the conclusion that the fruit seemed to be too ripe, the sweetness was too strong, and it might be slightly spoiled.
But he didn't dare to say it, lowered his head and pushed the box in front of old Martinson.
Old Martinson didn’t know what the smell of spoiled fruit was, and if it was stale, it wouldn’t be served to him at all.
Old Martinson frowned and asked, "What does this smell like? It's a bit strange."
Old Martinson was immediately silenced, and after a while he asked, "Can this still be eaten?" This was a good gift from Chen Chu, and he was reluctant to throw it away.
According to Shure's description, this is a fruit tree cultivated with holy spring irrigation. How could he throw it away?
Let alone throwing it away, even a little waste is enough to make him feel distressed.
Not to mention such a miraculous effect, eating a pear makes your respiratory system feel purified. You can already imagine how incredible the effects of other fruits are.
The old housekeeper said: "This is edible, but try to eat fruits that are easy to ripen and spoil first, such as bananas and persimmons."
Old Martinson waved his hand: "Go."
When the old housekeeper came back again, he had a fruit plate in his hand.
Old Martinson motioned to the security guard next to him to try it. The security guard had the responsibility of tasting it, so he immediately picked up his fork and tasted a piece of persimmon meat.
There was no need to try the dishes, but after all, after so many people had passed the test, Old Martinson could not guarantee that there were no special circumstances.
So they arranged for people to taste the food to see if it was highly poisonous. As long as it was highly poisonous and did not cause death on the spot, Old Martinson could use the holy spring to detoxify it.
The young and sturdy security guard tasted a piece and then stood aside for a moment to wait.
After a while, he couldn't help frowning and looking at his belly frequently.
Old Johnny asked nervously: "Poisonous?"
The security guard shook his head: "No, I feel that my stomach is very comfortable now, much more comfortable than before, and my lungs are also very comfortable. I feel like I have breathed."
Old Johnny ignored the security guard's words of anger. It was like he was sucking something. He asked: "Your belly?"
“I have stomach ulcers, I have a history of smoking, and my lungs are always uncomfortable.”
"I feel like my illness has been cured?" The white security guard looked a little surprised. He could feel it after eating it. Is this a miracle?
Even after hearing such explosive news, the security guards around did not make any commotion, and did not even turn their heads to look.
These are the elites selected by Old Martinson who have gone through various cruel and rigorous trainings. They are often like cold robots or even living people.
Old Martinson couldn't wait to try it: "Bring it over, old Johnny."
As long as he is not poisoned by sudden death, he is not afraid.
Old Martinson also ate persimmons. After taking a bite, he felt that some magical changes had taken place in his body.
Is this really the technology of an alien civilization?
Of course he knew that the words "Son of God" and "God" were the words that came out of his mouth, and the purpose was just to please the technological crystallization of an alien civilization in his body.
This is also a guarantee he added to himself.
But now, he really feels that this is a miracle, because it is incredible. Can technology really reach such a point?
It is a magical fruit. After eating it, the body will change instantly. It is really hard to imagine whether the eaten pulp enters the stomach along the esophagus?
Old Martinson had doubts about the so-called extraterrestrial civilization for the first time, because the "system" never said that he was an extraterrestrial civilization.
Everything is their guess.
Even the speculation of ‘alien civilization’ was conveyed by Wei Guozhong and Chen Baijia from the beginning. So was he misled from the beginning?
Old Martinson fell into deep thought...
Then he tried dragon fruit, banana, lychee and other fruits.
Each fruit has a different effect, which is very magical and powerful.
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(End of this chapter)