The lieutenant in the boiler room collapsed on the control table, blood streaming profusely, and a bottle of red-card vodka in his hand.

Mercer stood behind him and wiped the barrel of his gun before he had ended the lieutenant's life with three bullets, from the back of the heart to the front of the chest. Herzog stood beside him, looking equally nonchalant, striking a few matches and throwing them into the fuel-filled sink. The raging flames rushed into the cold storage at once, roasting the thick ice, faintly illuminating the tiny flesh-colored embryos in the ice.

"I have to say, these guys are really ugly...... "Mercer complained, gesturing to the cold storage, "These are embryos mixed with dragon genes?" ”

"It's just the first generation, the technology is not mature, and it may get out of control," Herzog shrugged, for some reason the old conspirator had learned and gotten used to this kind of lightness and inconsistency at all times, "in the future, it will become a bunch of deformed things, and then come to us for trouble." ”

"Will they call you Daddy?" Mercer laughed, and even Herzog was amused by the constant tease, "I think they'll call you mom." ”

"In short, we need to bring second-generation products – more controllable, more powerful, and less deformed." Herzog clapped his hands and motioned for Mercer to follow. "The next goal we were going to be the archives and we needed to burn all the drawings we didn't need - it made me feel like I was back in time when the Soviets stormed Berlin and there were fires everywhere."

"Strong, my big FFF group~" Mercer snorted unconsciously, and followed the doctor out.

Behind them, tons of fuel were dumped to the ground. The additional fuel allocated to the boiler room is not only used for heating, but is also used to burn the boiler room. A few hundred meters after they had walked out, with a thunderous thud, the explosion of fuel oil had blown the two floors to ashes along with the embryos.

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"Whew-whew-"

Renata was running down the hallway with Zero in tow, with Zorro the bear tied behind her back, and a bag with her few ** pants and a small nightdress in her hand was all her luggage.

Zero is not heavy, and although he is several years older than Renata and is locked in a dark room every day, and the lack of food makes him several years older, his slender body makes his weight on the same level as Renata. However, the cobweb-like corridors are too intertwined and complicated, and Renata's rare full moon night activities in the past have patronized crazy play and run around, and she is not very familiar with the terrain of Black Swan Harbor.

She wanted to stop and catch her breath for a while, but it was clear that the destruction of the Black Swan Harbor had already begun: as on the previous full moon night, the Black Swan Harbor shook, only this time it was a realistic version; Explosions could be heard in the distance, and they were getting closer.

'To ...... Be quick! ’

Renata clenched her small fists, her tired body seeming to get some encouragement, and continued to tug on Zero and began to trot.

Not far behind her, the roof of the walk began to burn, and the floor slabs fell and smashed to the ground to pieces; Blazing white steam shot out from the cracked cracks in the ventilation ducts, and the red-hot steel pipes gradually bent; Some unsecured objects slide around as the wall tilts, colliding together, or being overpowered. All kinds of voices converge into the dying ** of this black swan.

She ran all the way, and her body collapsed all the way behind her, as if an invisible demon was chasing her to the death, this is the real speed of life and death.

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At the end of the pier, Herzog and 'Bondarev' turned to look back at the burning Black Swan Harbor, where flames and flames erupted into the sky, and explosions were heard one after another. The poor people still play, sing, and dance in the Golden Hall, and the accordions and Christmas songs rejoice. They have been completely controlled by hallucinogens, and they fantasize that they have returned to Moscow, where singing and dancing.

"As for how pathetic and stupid they really are, this has already been said, so I will not say it anymore...... Doctor, the airbase should be able to see this fire by now, right? Mercer asked.

"Orbiting satellites can, but they can't see them because visibility is too low in a blizzard." Herzog said, showing off his IQ by the way, "The Air Force will send fighter jets to check on the information transmitted by the orbiting satellites, but in this bad weather, even the ace pilots have to be prepared - I expect them to arrive around 23:45." ”

"Well, at that time, the air column from the vacuum bomb could shoot down the fighter, and then it looks more like an accident here, right?"

"That's right, Major, the destruction of Black Swan Harbor is the opening sonata of our great cause!"

Ignoring the agitated old conspirator, Mercer wondered if he would have a heart attack and sleep here in the event of a heart attack if he was so excited, while looking at the things on the two dog sleds behind him.

One carried four sleeping boys, and seemed to be the most valuable real body in Herzog's opinion; There are three metal insulation compartments on the other shelf, and it is estimated that this is Herzog's second-generation product, that is, Gen Zhisheng, Gen Zhinu, and Uesugi Eri, right?

Mercer opened the hatch with some curiosity and looked at it, only to see a few similar-looking babies with tubes of nutrient solution and oxygen masks. Speaking of which, babies seem to look about the same, right?

However, thinking that these three little babies who are about the same will actually be a powerful hybrid in the future, and they are still ...... A strange feeling swelled up in Mercer's heart.

"The second generation of products, flawless, they have the power to change the world." The Doctor stared at their faces and said with great fervor fanatism, "When we have more finished products, we can build an invincible army and rewrite human history and hold the whole world firmly in our hands!" ”

Mercer pouted. At first he admired the old conspirator, after all, so cunning and cruel; But when I saw too much of his words and deeds, I turned into disgust. The whole knows power, power, fanatically; But he doesn't have the courage and guts of the powerful force he is pursuing, and he just thinks about constantly playing tricks in the dark and eating the value of others, which is simply a disgusting ghoul.

But it doesn't matter, because he's going to learn his lesson right away, isn't he?

"One last look at where your dreams have come true." Mercer looked at the huge building, which was engulfed in flames, "At least a moment of silence for the memory of the dead and the past, the hand that wants to control the world must be stained with blood." ”

"Perhaps not only your hands, but your whole body will be bloody," Herzog sighed, "but Major, your mercy is hypocritical—though false mercy is a good candidate for a leader." I just thought it was a shame that the keel couldn't be taken away. ”

“…… Is it? ”

After a long silence, Mercer suddenly smiled inexplicably at Herzog.

"Not necessarily."

"W......" Herzog replied before a loud earthquake sounded from Black Swan Harbor -- it was not a vacuum bomb explosion, but an engineering explosion set up by Mercer according to Bondarev's plan. The flames burst through the ice and soared into the sky, and the Halo helicopter's rotors made a disturbing noise and fell from the sky.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Three successive gunshots rang out, and Mercer's pistol spewed tongues of fire, sending three steel core bullets into the left side of Herzog's chest, tearing the lungs to shreds.

Herzog struggled to say something, but spat out a mouthful of blood, fell backwards, and sat on the ground.

"I know what you're trying to say, but I don't need you for my research." Mercer kicked Herzog, who was sitting on the ground, to the ground with a cold look, and he was indeed a little impatient after playing the role for so long—after all, it was too boring to follow someone else's script, not his own will. "What you just saw is the engineering explosion, the latest scientific research results of the outside world; As for the ice, we can cut it with a laser. You've been disconnected from the outside world for too long. ”

The huge pale blue keel was tied with ropes, hoisted, and hung from a helicopter to slowly ascend into the sky. In the ice, it seems to be unfettered, preserving the majesty and power of life; But now it seems that it has broken away from the solidity of the ice, and has been dragged up to the sky where it had been galloping by a few ridiculous ropes, and it can only go to the sky by these ridiculous ropes.

What a ridiculously and bulky big bony lizard.

"Well, now I should go back to the Lenin as set out in the script...... Mercer muttered to herself, releasing Devouring and killing the four boys who were leaving it - I wasn't going to take it with me anyway, it was better to swallow it to increase my strength. However, at this time, several fires suddenly struck him, and after he quickly dodged away, he was stunned to find that it was a Su-27 fighter flying by.

'Is it ......'

Zero's figure flashed through his mind, and he ran away as fast as he could—but how could a fighter be as fast as he ran? He had only run for less than 100 meters before bullets and artillery fire drowned him in the snow......

(Whew~ This is two more!) Shouldn't all kinds of tickets be ordered?

And then the sad news - author: I'm starting school tomorrow! As a high school party, academics are destined to be painful for three years...... In short, Monday to Friday, when you can't go home from school, should be no change, so this book is officially stuck in a weekly shift...... Comrade author who felt that he couldn't afford to wait or was lazy to wait here said sorry for the update. ）

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