"Who are you? What do you want to do to me?" Shen Ming lay on the table, looking sideways at the insect master with a goatee, gray hair, and a white coat. Apparently, this old man who is nearly sixty years old is neither a friend nor an enemy, and it seems that nothing good will happen to the "little white mouse" he calls.
"I almost forgot my name, so you can call me Insect Master. No matter what I want to do, it's definitely not you. You have two choices now, either follow me, or stay here and be rounded by others. Do you want to go or not? "The worm master laughed.
"Let's go! You won't go until you're brain-twitching!" Shen Ming didn't care if he went to Longtan or Tiger's Den next, as long as he put on his pants first, he would do anything.
"No one will deliver the goods for you, take them away by yourself." Nicholas waved his hand, causing the guards around him to disperse, obviously to make things difficult for the insect master.
"Thank you." The insect master didn't take it seriously, and stepped forward to help Shen Ming put on his pants. He whistled a bit, and a black ant the size of an adult's palm crawled out from his jacket pocket. It's as big as a crab's claw, just looking at it makes one's scalp tingle.
The giant ant crawled to the ground along the insect master's white coat, then burrowed into Shen Ming's trousers, and climbed up his calf.
Shen Ming's sniper training requires being as immobile as a mountain, and he has experienced strange things getting into his trouser legs in the past, such as snakes, mice, toads and even hedgehogs.
But Shen Ming had never seen such a big ant, even in the no-man's land of the Amazon rainforest.
The giant ant landed on Shen Ming's butt, clicked and bit through his pants, revealing his black head, which looked as if Shen Ming had been frightened by shit, which was extremely disgusting.
The ant pulled forward and jumped, who would have thought that the ant would pull Shen Ming, a muscular man, to his buttocks and sit on the ground. Shen Ming, whose hands and feet were locked together, was like a lamb, being forced by the ant. Shengsheng stood up.
"Let's go." The insect master turned and left with a smile, the ant just held Shen Ming like this, and followed behind him obediently like a dog.
"Disgusting old guy, I will kill you one day." Nicholas whispered coldly.
It was the first time for Shen Ming to be carried and walked by an ant, and he felt that apart from the tickle in his butt, everything else was fine. The ant was lifted very steadily, and there was no vibration at all.
"Who are you?" Shen Ming asked for the second time.
"I've said it before, my name is Master Chong, I'm from Japan, I'm a scientist, and I'm a prisoner of Paradise Lost just like you." Master Chong smiled lightly.
"Can prisoners threaten the management? Can they use other prisoners as test subjects?" Shen Ming didn't know any prison with such kindness.
"Maybe I didn't make it clear, but there are still some differences between me and you. For example, here I am not only a prisoner, but also a technical consultant for Paradise Lost, responsible for the development and maintenance of technological products. The electromagnetic brake rings on your body are the ones I developed. 16 years before I came here, they were still using iron chains and shackles to restrain prisoners, it was too inhumane. To some extent I am a fighter to help you fight for human rights, but don’t thank me.”
"I really want to thank your eight generations of ancestors!" Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in Shen Ming's heart. You must know that iron chains and shackles are child's play to Qiangwei Shen Ming, but facing this electromagnetic brake ring that symbolizes human rights, it will give you a lot of trouble. Kneeled.
"Come on, visit my home." The insect master opened the cube house number 1, and led Shen Ming into a science laboratory.
The giant ant threw Shen Ming on the ground like a dead bug, climbed up to the test bench by itself, and started brewing coffee with a beaker.
Looking around, this place is as big as two basketball courts, surrounded by various large-scale scientific research equipment, and even a reduced version of the particle ring collider.
Shen Ming tried hard to use all the knowledge in his head to define the research field of this scientist, but finally gave up. His equipment can not only study God particles, but also clone organisms, and even plant potted plants. All kinds of bugs in glass jars are genetically mutated versions. Cockroaches with praying mantis legs, centipedes with spider eyes, dragonflies with butterfly wings...
In comparison, the giant ant making coffee is as cute as a teddy bear.
"It's been tied for a long time, let's take a break." The insect master snapped his fingers, and the electromagnetic brake rings on Shen Ming's wrist and ankle were untied.
Shen Ming hurriedly got up from the ground, leaned on a test bench a little unsteadily, but touched a scalpel backwards.
"How many pieces of candy do you want?" The insect master held coffee in front of the ant, and the ant was throwing candy into the coffee cup.
"No need, I'll lose weight." Shen Ming teased.
"Really?" The insect master came over with coffee.
"What do you study?" Shen Ming asked curiously.
"My specialty is genetics of microorganisms, and I minor in the development of artificial intelligence, as well as metallurgy. Occasionally, I will develop electronic products when it is boring. Isn't it very complicated?" The insect master smiled.
"Yeah!" When the insect master walked within 1 meter in front of Shen Ming, Shen Ming suddenly pulled out the scalpel behind him and launched an attack. He didn't want to kill the insect master, but kidnapped him to help him get out of here .
But his plan stopped at saying "Sit down!", the collar on Shen Ming's neck was suddenly activated, and Shen Ming was pulled and slammed onto the metal floor, with nosebleeds spurting out.
"In vain I treated you with courtesy, but you tried to assassinate me with a scalpel. Is this what your celestial dynasty calls repaying your kindness?" The insect master had no fear at all, squatting in front of Shen Ming, drinking coffee.
"Repay your kindness? Well, it seems that you really saved my chrysanthemum, but I haven't forgotten that you kept saying that I was a guinea pig. You wouldn't really invite me to drink coffee, would you?" Shen Ming said contemptuously.
"If you promise to listen to my explanation obediently, I also promise not to activate the self-explosion function of the electromagnetic brake ring."
"This thing will explode?!"
"How fresh. The core battery will explode when it is overloaded. I used this thing as a self-explosive collar to study at the beginning. I left a lot of secret doors for it to respond to my specific voice. Others need to be controlled by the monitoring center. I only need one sentence to make you lie down." The insect master smiled.
"You won." Shen Ming couldn't do without compromise, the old Japanese hooligan in front of him was so shameless.
"Here, wipe it off." Putting down the coffee, the worm master handed Shen Ming a few tissues to wipe his nosebleed.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 18 years old, I just came out to work, and I'm still a baby... Do you believe it?" Shen Ming said without good words.
"As a guinea pig, you are really naughty. In fact, to scientists, every guinea pig is a martyr who has the courage to dedicate his life to science, and he is also his best friend. Many scientific inventions of human beings are obtained from guinea pigs. Yes, all kinds of methods to treat terminal illnesses are made by using mice."
"Don't brainwash me, I'm a human, not a mouse or a dog, don't expect me to cooperate with you in your research." Shen Ming pouted.
"By the way, you should have seen the mechanical prosthetic body works of the old bastard, right? How does the black unicorn taste?" The insect master's words made Shen Ming's face turn livid, "I have seen you and the peacock duel, black unicorn Qilin is indeed the most proud work of the old bastard. Whether it is motion capture or explosive power, it can be called the ultimate in machinery. He endowed individual soldiers with the ability to confront large war machines head-on, and also marked that human warfare has entered a new era. No I hurt you, now you go out, unless you have the ability to use ballistic missiles to blast that guy to pieces, no matter face-to-face confrontation, or long-range sniping... you have no chance of winning at all."
"What do you want to do?" Shen Ming asked suspiciously.
"God-making." Insect Master said frankly, "With the accumulation of science and technology, the extension of human tentacles in various fields has led to the emergence of a group of the most powerful scientists among us. Both are comparable to Einstein.
But also because they are too good and the means of pursuing knowledge are too radical, they are suppressed by the academic circles, rejected by the academics, their papers are not allowed to be published, research funds are difficult to obtain, and they are even so poor that they go into debt.
As the saying goes, like attracts like, until 50 years ago, the mysterious chaebol funded and established a society to bring together these bullied scientists and provide them with the funds they need so that everyone can communicate, study and discuss with each other.
This organization is called... 'Black Technology Research Society'. There are 12 constant seats, and only the best and most cutting-edge scientists in the world are admitted.
What Nobel Prize? The honor of a national academician is a joke in the eyes of these 12 people. They can take out a few research topics at random, and they can beat their peers by 20 years, and the publication of any achievement will bring about a technological revolution in the world.
Although their research subjects are different, their purpose is the same... that is to create gods.
Use your own technology to create a living body that surpasses humans and can stand side by side with gods.
This is everyone's ideal, and it is also the only requirement of the mysterious chaebol behind the Black Technology Research Institute.
As long as you can provide progressing research materials at the regular meeting of the research institute every two years, you can get all the research funding and assistance you require. It is not a dream for them to wake up overnight with billions in their accounts.
However, the pressure of being a member of the Black Technology Institute is also unimaginable, because the number of candidate members has remained at more than a hundred for a long time. As long as they present excellent research results at regular meetings, they will be ruthlessly stripped out of the Institute. There is also Blink of Destruction. "
"Let me guess, you must have been fired, right?" Shen Ming said contemptuously.
"Hey, if the heart is there, the dream is there." The insect master has long put aside these old things, "Although I am no longer a member of the club, my research has never stopped, and I have been working hard to create gods. In my opinion, you You have the potential to become a god, and the results of my years of research may be verified by you."
"don't want!"
"Then do you want to defeat Peacock and save your sister?"
"want!"
"Then let me take you to become a god and take you to fly!"
"don't want!"
"..." The insect master was speechless.