Chapter Thirty-Seven: You Don't Have a Brain, But You Have Horns

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Shishida Shinsuke rolled his eyes: "Why do you give orders that they don't understand, and do you react to a language you don't understand?"

Burton suddenly understood, that's right, just change the instruction set, people don't understand you and say, the IQ arrears are definitely not the ordered party.

As a biological weapon, the destructive power is there, and it is obedient, that is, it is qualified, if you add the low cost, it is simply fantastic, as long as it is cheaper than the soldiers, I believe many people will be happy to pay.

Shishida Shinsuke spent a few days dealing with the official duties accumulated by Doon Pharmaceutical, giving the order to expand the business department, and then disappeared again.

Although Zhang Jinyang also appeared in New York City from time to time during this time, he did not put in work, and he spent his spare time chirping with Judy, incarnating as a determined field during the day, and going to New York City at night to spend a peaceful life, until the trivial matters of Doon Pharmaceutical were completed, and the Minotaur appeared in Oranides again.

He is learning about the progress of the super town in the office, after a long period of construction, the basic framework of the town has been completed, and the secret renovation has also been basically completed, all that remains is to fill the service unit, improve some details, and decorate something.

In addition to the Black Sky Prison, other departments of Oranides have finally begun to settle in the town, and the first ones to be built are various government services, such as police stations, fire brigades, health bureaus, etc.

The world's first public gathering place for transcendents has attracted the attention of many people, and the city's infrastructure has just picked up a little bit, and it is a time when things are too troublesome.

Office assistant McGregory hurriedly walked in and handed over a folder, since the tablet was available, this kind of east-to-west has been used a lot less, but correspondingly, the importance has increased a lot, only those things that are not suitable for the network will be used in the traditional way, which is usually top secret.

"Sir, news from the Third Scientific Settlement is urgent. ”

Or all top-secret bad news.

Buffett sighed: "I remember that the third settlement point was...... Morbius, right, does he want to turn himself into a bat again?"

When he opened the file, there were only a few thin sheets of paper inside, and he had read it in less than a minute, but the language on it was unknown, and he had to call up some information to figure it out, as for the information, it was on Oranides' satellite.

"A distress message, it is still so troublesome, tell them to find a way to improve efficiency under the condition of ensuring the security and authenticity of the information, don't wait until we figure out what is going on, the people who ask for help are already dead. ”

It took a few minutes for Buffett to completely figure out what was going on, and he couldn't help but have a headache, these guys are simply too capable of causing trouble.

Michael Morbius was a world-renowned biochemist summoned by Oranides during his first expansion, but he was a fanatical researcher of vampires from the beginning, and even tried to turn himself into a vampire in the laboratory, causing quite a stir within the organization.

But after investigation, the poor worm was desperate because he had a rare blood disease that did not even have a professional name, and there was no way to treat it, and at that time the lesion in the scream was not a problem for Oranides at all.

So Oranides cured him, but after all, he made a mistake, it was still a very serious mistake, so the Big Three installed a set of "free will" with a device of destruction in his head, and hid him in a secret place to contribute to the organization's technological accumulation, and he has always been conscientious to complete the task thrown by the organization, and there is no problem.

But something went wrong a while ago, he was recruited by Hydra, just after Hydra's public activities, a hidden leader of Hydra recruited him, out of the consideration of knowing himself and the enemy, Oranides agreed to him to join Hydra's research activities, which is considered an idle chess.

His strength is not bad, but it can be seen from his previous behavior that his interpersonal relations are not very good, or worse, so although the research he is in charge of is very important, he does not join the core research department.

Originally, everything was fine, he studied silently, studied the tasks of the Hydra, studied the things he liked, but the recent situation made him feel bad.

The leader of Hydra has already died several times in succession, he was originally working for Whitehall under Liszt's leadership, but Whitehall died, and Liszt switched to Baron Starak, who was also obsessed with paranormal people, and continued to do the same job.

But the sensitive Morbius noticed that the pace of the dismantling of their original subordinate research labs had accelerated, and that a new directory called "Death Warriors" had recently been added to his research project.

When he joined Oranides, it was when the Desperate Virus was having fun, although Maya was quarantined as soon as he joined him, but he could read the information of the Desperate Virus, and the face of this guy named Michael Collins was still cured by Oranides, how could he not know.

Baron Straker could often be seen in his place, but he felt more and more that this place would soon be discovered by S.H.I.E.L.D., so he was very worried.

He is not worried about being captured, if he is captured, he will either be thrown into prison, Oranides will be able to save him easily, or he will be recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D., he doesn't care what environment he is doing his own research, his research is not something against humanity, and he is safe and natural.

But he was afraid of stray bullets.

Morbius's lack of confidence in his luck, from his work on rare illnesses to well-planned but failed self-treatments, and years of unsuccessful research suggest that his luck may be better than that of a spearman.

So he was very worried that if it was the Avengers when S.H.I.E.L.D. attacked, he might not have a chance to survive - anyone who crashed and flew any fragment could kill him.

If it's not the Avengers, it's even more dangerous, if the special forces attack in a big way, there must be stray bullets everywhere, and the chance of him being accidentally injured and killed is greater than that of the Avengers, so he can basically book a priest in advance, so he sent a request for help, hoping that the headquarters would rescue him.

Buffett knocked on the cover of the folder and had a slight headache: "Go and call the siren, this bastard must be saved, but how to save it needs to be studied."

By the way, was that idiot who agreed to Morbius go undercover? Send a researcher to be a spy, does he have a big brain?"

"Sir, it was you who suggested it, there is no bag, but you have horns. ”