McClary was satisfied with the whip pants, and he didn't even bother to wipe it, as a general, he was a model of majesty and dignity on the surface, but after removing that layer of skin, he completed the conversion between man and beast, he needed women, he needed it very much, there was a biggest advantage in the base, there was the world's most advanced cloning equipment, and it could complete the whole process of a fertilized egg growing into a human in just two hours.

The value of cloning is not high, but the various hormones and drugs needed for rapid development are expensive, and only a very small number of high-ranking officers in District 51 can enjoy this privilege, and they can enjoy a different woman every three days, McClary can be said to cover the sky, he has to clone a woman almost every day to enjoy.

The woman lay on her desk, in the eyes of the beast general, she was just a clone of the objects, from birth to growth there was only a near-blank memory, and after completing her mission, all that was left was the end of life, and even giving her a piece of clothing was superfluous, or rather a waste.

McClary put on the general's uniform that gave him power, and he completed another transformation from beast to man, and any moral shame became a joke at this moment, and he pressed a hidden button on the table in his well-dressed clothes.

Knock knock! Two rhythmic knocks rang out, and McClary said in a deep voice, "Come in, the door is unlocked." The door of the office was open, and two grim-looking soldiers entered, one of whom was carrying a black plastic bag, and without saying a word, they stepped forward and put the limp woman on her head with the plastic bag, and carried her out one by one.

The beastly generals naturally raise soldiers who generally disregard life, and the lives cloned here are only items, disposable consumables, as for what to do with it is unknown, in a sense, the things on these items can still be reused, the professional term is called, recycling.

McClary's greatest pleasure is that every weekend he disguises himself and goes to a small casino around Vegas to gamble on two and drink a glass of whiskey, the whole process does not take more than five hours, and it is undeniable that he is a very punctual soldier.

Today is the weekend again, McCary took out two stacks of bills from the drawer and put them in the pocket of his military uniform, walked out of the office with brisk steps, and went downstairs He got into a very ordinary modified jeep, the driver was a lean black man, he already knew the habits of the general, and at this time he would wait in the car on time, no need to speak, just do his duty.

The style of the jeep is very dirty, and there is a layer of yellow sand attached to the surface, but the inside of the car is absolutely clean, not even a grain of sand, because it is a general who loves to be clean, and the black driver who drove it drove out of the base gate, minefield, and monitoring area very smoothly...... Stop in front of a low shack about a kilometer from the base.

General McClary walked into the shack with a bulging black soft leather bag in his hand, this small place that was not good-looking was the place where he changed his clothes every time, not only that, but this place was far from being as simple as it seemed, two minutes later, an old man with a cowboy hat came out of the shack, with a brown and gray cigar in his mouth, and a yellow and shining gold ring on each of the five fingers of his left hand.