"Boss! Do I need to send someone to Sloan's place..."
Lai En put down his knife and fork and looked at Boss Tang...
Fox, who had just finished visiting a colorful exotic bird in the laboratory, sat next to Tang Song.
Holding a piece of mousse cake in my hand, I ate it in small bites.
Although she didn't show it on her face, her eyes would glance at Tang Song from time to time.
It was obvious that she really didn't want to see anything happen to Sloan, her teacher.
Tang Song held down Zheng Daon's small face with one hand, letting her kick and punch and flutter around!
Zheng Daon gritted her teeth and swung her fist at the guy's arm.
Her hands, which could easily break walls, actually felt painful.
Does this guy have a steel plate under his suit
"Don't underestimate your teacher. The Assassin Brotherhood has been passed down for so many years and has deep roots in the underground world. Don't worry, he will be fine!"
Tang Song picked up a handkerchief, wiped the cream off the corners of Fox's mouth, said a word of comfort, and said to Ryan:
"See which team is closest to South Korea and have them prepare for the response!"
"Yes, boss!" Lai En nodded.
After hearing Tang Song's arrangements, Fox finally felt relieved.
"Sit still!"
Tang Song tapped the center of Zheng Daon's brow with his finger.
Zheng Da'en only felt a buzzing sensation, and his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, feeling comfortable and numb. He instantly lost control of his body, and leaned back and sat down on the chair.
"Professor! The research on perfect blood can be put on the agenda today!"
"Yes, I'll ask them to prepare it right away!"
"Lucien, we can give you the sewers in New York and the former site of Victor and his people.
But you have to control the number of the tribe. Unless I need it, the number of new werewolves born each year must not exceed 300!"
"I understand, boss!"
"Well, Frank has recently taken over some places in San Francisco. You can also send some people there. Except for New York, the number of new werewolves in other places can be appropriately relaxed..."
… …
Zheng Da'en listened to the conversation of several people at the table in a daze. She didn't know how long it had been, but suddenly she felt someone hugged her.
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“What a miraculous creation!”
After cleaning out Laboratory No. 9, Bob looked through the observation window at the shiny black alien monster inside.
The alien queen crawled on the ground obediently, and alien eggs spewed out from her abdomen one after another.
Several researchers under Bob carefully used robotic arms to grab these alien eggs.
These newly laid alien eggs were stained with green strong acid fluid, and the corroded metal mechanical arms were hissing with white smoke.
The claws on the metal mechanical arms grab the alien eggs and place them into a special insulated container.
Bob, who is round and almost as fat as a ball, sits on the operating table and controls several miniature robotic arms to reach into these incubators.
On the mechanical arm, the thick alloy needle pierced into the alien eggs, extracting the blood of these alien facehuggers.
A special alloy syringe is used to extract the blood of the facehugger and then inject it into a special experimental vessel.
The next process was to have several researchers busy analyzing the genetic composition of these aliens using various sophisticated instruments.
Find out why this organism can parasitize across species and absorb the genetic advantages of other species.
In another laboratory, Boss Tang took off his suit jacket and put on a white coat and entered the laboratory himself to operate the instrument to dissociate the blood in the instrument.
Beep, beep…
Professor Connors, who was helping at the side, opened his eyes wide and looked at the values on the alarm instrument beside him, his mind was full of ideas.
"The radiation level is several hundred times higher than the standard? Could this blood have been drawn from a nuclear reactor?"
Tang Song operated the instrument and tried to merge King Ghidorah's genes with human genes according to Professor Connors' method of gene transcription.
Bang!
Looking at the broken glass slide under the instrument, Tang Song replayed the images captured under the computer microscope.
In the video screen.
The human cell gene chain used as an experimental subject was annihilated by the powerful energy radiation on Ghidorah's gene chain before it could get close to Ghidorah's gene chain.
Tang Song tried it twice and the same thing happened every time.
"Professor, try the perfect blood!"
Tang Song was operating the instrument while Professor Connors beside him took out a tube of bright red blood from the incubator.
Perfect blood, inherited from the blood of the Hungarian noble Alexander Corvinus.
Six hundred years ago, a plague broke out in the territory of Alexander Corvinus. Everyone was killed by this strange disease, and only Alexander survived.
During this process, his body adapted to the virus and merged with it. His mutated body cells had no upper limit on the number of times they could divide, which meant that his body would not age and was immune to disease, making him immortal.
Alexander had three children. One of them was bitten by a giant black wolf and turned into a werewolf. He was also the ancestor of Lucian's branch of werewolves, William Corvinus!
The other one was bitten by a bat and became the ancestor of Selina's group of vampires.
However, the vampire ancestor Marcus Corvinus is now lying in a metal coffin in the laboratory next door, being studied and making more practice materials for Boss Tang.
There's not just Marcus, there are six vampires from three species imprisoned in this laboratory.
Alexander Corvinus' third child was an ordinary human being and passed on his perfect blood gene to the modern era.
Lucian found the only remaining descendant of Alexander and successfully extracted the perfect blood from his body.
Not only that, before using this doctor named Michael Corvinus to make a deal with Deacon.
Lucian has cultivated enough perfect blood through cloning technology.
Just like the tube in Tang Song's hand, with current scientific technology, it is completely possible to replicate this blood infinitely...
Tang Song dripped the peeled perfect blood into the petri dish, and then put in the prepared blood gene of King Ghidorah.
With Tang Song's operations, the genetic chains of the two began to break and reorganize.
The double-helix-shaped perfect blood gene survived the strong radiation test of King Ghidorah's gene, and successfully used King Ghidorah's chain gene to make up for its own broken gene chain.
"Successful?!"
Professor Connors looked at the camera image on the high-power microscope and raised his eyes in amazement.
puff!
Before he could finish his words, the two overlapping gene chains shattered directly on the camera screen.
"The radiation concentration is still too high!"
Tang Song took off his white medical gloves and threw them into the laboratory trash can nearby.
"Professor, when Bob and his team figure out the reason for the alien's genetic fusion, try again using the perfect blood to fuse the alien's genes. Send me the results of the experiment!"
"Yes! Boss!" Professor Connors organized the instruments and watched Tang Song leave the laboratory.
"Boss, what about that experimental subject, Dawn Zheng?"
Professor Connors quickly changed his words halfway through his speech.
"I'll take her away. The experiment will continue. You should keep her blood sample!"
Tang Song waved his hand and pushed the door open to leave the laboratory.
Professor Connors looked up at the surveillance camera in the corner of the laboratory, and then at the laboratory door that required swiping a card and scanning an iris to enter and exit.
The surveillance camera flashed red!
"Professor, that experiment?"
The researcher who came in to pack up the equipment heard the conversation between Connors and Tang Song, and came forward to ask.
"All the information and blood samples have been sealed. We don't have the energy or manpower to conduct research now!"
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"The safety of the laboratory still needs to be further strengthened!"
Inside the extended version of the Rolls-Royce, Tang Song was holding a wine glass in one hand and arranging a jade box in the other. On the crystal clear surface of the jade box, there were faint traces of pure green transparent gas flowing.
Tang Song shook the wine glass in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.
"Pick out twenty of your card soldiers to serve as armed security for the hive.
Also, the laboratory is of utmost importance, go to the field and get thirty skeleton monsters to place in the hive!"
"Yes! Boss!" Ryan's voice came from the cockpit.
"Build another layer of honeycombs in the lower level of the laboratory, and recruit a group of experts in biology, dynamics, and aerospace for the honeycomb laboratory!"
A convoy of seven Mercedes-Benz cars and a Rolls-Royce drove out of the raccoon town under construction and headed towards downtown New York City.
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Seoul, Yongsan Base, the residence of Robert Abrams, commander of the federal base in South Korea.
A series of urgent phone calls woke up Robert Abrams who was sleeping soundly.
Robert Abrams, who is old but young at heart, moved away the smooth arm that was pressing on him.
He climbed up from his big bed that could accommodate four or five people and walked to the red telephone installed in the bedroom.
"Hello!"
"General, Longshan Hotel suffered a terrorist attack. Four soldiers on duty, sixteen guests, and seven waiters died, for a total of thirty-seven casualties!
I request that the base be put on alert level one!"
"What?"
On the other end of the phone, the deputy commander of the base's words were like a bucket of cold water poured down on Robert.
The commander of the federal troops in South Korea, who had been busy all night, instantly woke up.
Robert turned around and took a look at a pair of popular sisters in the South Korean film and television industry who were lying naked on the bed.
"General David, I authorize you to immediately put the base on level one alert!"
Robert scratched his gray hair that had become tangled after a night of sleep.
"Also, don't inform the White House and the Pentagon about this matter yet. Let's handle this matter in a low profile first, find the murderer, and then report it!"
"Yes, I understand, General!"
Less than two minutes after Robert hung up the phone, a shrill alarm sounded throughout the Longshan base.
… …
"What's going on?"
Many people say that the federal troops stationed in South Korea are the emperor riding on South Korea's head. Although this sounds harsh, it is very pertinent.
Less than two minutes after the first-level alarm at the Yongsan base was sounded, the Blue House received the news.
The President of South Korea personally called the Commander of the Federal Forces in South Korea, four-star General Robert Abrams!
The two talked on the phone for nearly an hour, but no one knows what they talked about.
All we know is that South Korean President Lee urgently summoned the Director General of the South Korean National Police Agency and the Commander of the South Korean Capital Corps.
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"You attacked the Longshan Hotel!"
Dr. Bai looked at her experimental modified humans in astonishment, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment.
"Why don't you wait until No. 1 leaves Longshan Hotel before you take action? Don't you know where that place is?"
She looked at the nobleman in front of her a little madly.
The nobleman put his hands in his pockets and said calmly:
"She has been hiding in the hotel and refused to come out, so I had to go in and invite her!"
"Where is she? Where is she?" Dr. Bai looked at them.
In addition to several experimental subjects with injuries, there were even four corpses.
She didn't see any sign of the person she was looking for.
"This is what you told me!"
Dr. Bai almost bit his teeth to pieces when he saw the young man, who looked so disheveled but still unruly.
"I didn't expect that there would be someone helping her, and they are all very skilled, especially with a gun!"
The nobleman lowered his head indifferently and used his toes to stir up the dirt on the ground.
Hiding the look of vengeful pleasure that flashed across his lowered face.
"Notify everyone in the base to enter silence now! Do not take any action!"
Dr. Bai returned to the office in the castle angrily and made an urgent phone call to the organization's senior government officials in South Korea.
I am eager to know the response of the South Korean government and the federal government to this matter.
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Qingliangli, Kinmen Group Building.
At the headquarters of this group, two directors, one died and the other was arrested, causing a lot of discussion among South Koreans who firmly believe in feng shui.
Some people even suggested hiring a Taoist priest to get rid of bad luck.
Vice President Zhang Shouji, no, President Zhang scoffed at this.
It's not that he doesn't believe in Feng Shui, but he feels that Ding Qing and Li Zhongjiu both fell because they disrupted his fortune.
Now one of them is in jail and the other is shot dead.
Sitting in the chair in the president's office on the top floor of the building.
President Zhang looked down at the sunset in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling extremely proud and domineering.
For so many years, as the boss of the Di Ri faction, he has been suppressed by Shi Dong and has been the second in command for thousands of years.
Now it is his turn to take the position of chairman of the Kinmen Group.
President Zhang stroked the leather armrest of the seat, closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth!
Bang!
A silver sniper bullet engraved with patterns shattered the floor-to-ceiling window glass and hit him accurately between the eyebrows.
The bullet penetrated his forehead and instantly created a big hole in the back of his head.
The red and white blood instantly spilled all over the throne that symbolized power.
In the power distribution room on the top floor of a building four kilometers away from the Golden Gate Tower,
Sloan, wearing a blue maintenance suit, was leisurely adjusting the modified extended sniper rifle.
This ultra-long-range sniper rifle, which was originally a cross, was disassembled and placed in a tool box.
Carrying the toolbox, Sloan pulled down the brim of his hat and walked into an empty elevator.
Someone came up from the middle, and he also kept his head down.
After all, even though he was wearing makeup, a black maintenance worker was still somewhat eye-catching in South Korea, where there are yellow people everywhere.
After leaving the building, Sloan got directly into a municipal maintenance vehicle with Korean words written all over it.
"Found it, good! There is still no news about that girl, okay, I got it, Mr. Jin, I owe you a favor this time-"
The car started, and Sloan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, answered a call and chatted for a few words. After hanging up, he thought about it and dialed again.
"Hey, it's me, Colonel Barney. No, no, don't get excited. Those people are not coming for us. We are just suffering from this misfortune!"
"I destroyed the registration book and deleted the computer files before I left. No one knows that it was you who introduced us to the Longshan Hotel!"
“As an old friend, I’m calling you just to give you a credit. I found the location of the terrorist organization that attacked Longshan Hotel!
Okay, the location coordinates are ******, remember to bring more people, their firepower is not weak!"
After Sloan hung up the phone, his face was a little gloomy.
It is true that after years of hunting wild geese, one careless move led to a wild goose taking a peek.
Although the gunfight had ended when he rushed back to Longshan Hotel, he copied the surveillance footage of Longshan Hotel as soon as possible afterwards.
Judging from the expressions and actions of the attackers in the surveillance video, it was obvious that they were not the attackers' target.
And within their attack range, besides the members of their Assassin Brotherhood, there were only the waitress and the part-time South Korean girl.