In Virginia, inside an unnamed research institute, the iron gates open and a container truck enters.

Stopping in front of the warehouse door, a man in the passenger seat was bald, wearing a white coat.

He greeted the guards standing on either side, "Find Dr. Gilbleu." ”

The guards are watching people talk, and when they see the bald man dressing, they frown, they are also wearing white coats, and the institute is down-and-out and generous, which looks like a bald head, and the white coat is wrinkled like a washed clothes and has not been drained, not like a researcher, but like a butcher poking a knife in a slaughterhouse.

"Sorry, you can't chew gum here!" The guards didn't lift their eyelids.

The bald man rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his head as if he was about to fight.

"That's it!"

The roller shutter door opened, and out came a researcher, wearing glasses and a white lab coat, the well-dressed kind

Judging by the look on the conversation, he should be the bald man's Dr. Gilbru.

Then the two should have communicated for a while, and they didn't know why, so they broke up.

Dr. Gilbrugh insisted on leaving, but the bald man grabbed the doctor, pulled out the steel pliers from the cab of the container truck, dragged him past the doctor, pushed him to the side, and took the steel pliers to remove the lead seal.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested, Ajax, you can find another institute."

Ajax is the name of the bald man, and he is in a hurry, stepping on the container with one foot and pulling open the door.

Open it.

Gilbrook was about to leave when a puff of heat poured out of the container.

The hot smell mixed with the fishy smell and water vapor is unpleasant.

Gilbru pinched his nose and fanned the wind.

Bang... There was a noise inside the container.

He was stunned.

There was a monster lying in the container, like a small mountain, filling the entire 20-foot low container.

The monster's mouth was pointy, snorting and snaking, shaving a few whiskers in front of its mouth, and occasionally holding its eyelids, revealing its scarlet eyes.

Oh my God, it looks like a mammal, it has a head, neck, torso, limbs, it has no tail, it has hair on its body, and its roots stand up, it looks like a steel needle, the kind that can poke people to death.

"The whaling fork caught near Bermuda was injected with an excessive amount of anesthetic, $1 million, not a loss." Ajax said.

Gilbru nodded, subconsciously.

He was now thinking about the list of species in the container, whether it was sea lions, walruses, cetaceans, fishing at sea, or the sea 800 kilometers away from the coastline, the deep sea.

He hadn't heard of this species.

It just looks a bit like a mouse.

"No, no, I'll leave."

Gilbrugh nodded, then shook his head: "You tell me the account number, and the research room can only transfer money to the company." ”

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Xavier Castle, Westchester County, New York.

The little short legs ran around the house, unaware that their original Super Desperate Factor carrier had become a super rat.

It was also dragged to the deck with a whaling fork and given to the research institute.

Worth $1 million.

Just.

She's worried about it now.

Something went wrong in the A townhouse lab, and a whole bunch of guinea pigs died.

Now the bot is cleaning up.

There are a lot of bends in the guide rails, and the robot drives on them, sizzling on the ground.

Covering her nose, Anna watched as the robot lifted the rat cage, opened the wire door, and dumped the dead mouse.

One fell into a cage, five or six, which fell inside the garbage bag.

The bag was full of guinea pigs.

Some of them have shriveled bodies, most of them are stiff, and occasionally they can't be saved by two plops.

"How many are there?"

"Three tiers, three hundred cages, a total of 1,500."

Artificial intelligence answers.

It's all money.

$30 for a guinea pig adds up to $45,000, which is already worth the income of the average American in a year.

In the final analysis, it is all the fault of the electromagnetic railgun.

The last time there was a bombardment, the aftermath was so great that it shook the house.

The lab rails bent and the feeding robot derailed.

It's not a big deal, it's just a renovation.

But it was just in time for a joint visit from Columbia University and New York University.

For the sake of the dignity of the laboratory, the little short legs temporarily found an old gentleman from the Mediterranean, and urgently renovated it, so he repaired the outer layer.

finally fooled the two bigwigs in the education industry.

Now, Anna has ruled the production, breeding and sales of cloned rats in New York State.

The robot throws the rat corpse onto the dump truck.

I didn't completely renovate it last time, and I left a disaster.

Xavier Castle was an old house, and Anna was busy at the time, and after the visit of the two education leaders, Anna forgot about the renovation of the laboratory.

I survived in the island for a few days, and when I came back, all the problems were exposed.

"It's better to expose the problem than not to expose it." Anna ran to the switchboard room and called up the drawings: "The underground laboratory is renovated." ”

Anna attaches great importance to the guinea pig problem, not only money, but for Anna, $30 a piece is an increase.

She cultivated mice for a purpose, as long as she injected the desperate virus, the ultra-low-energy version, after putting on an iron buckle, stuffing it into an antenna, and then injecting a graphene-expressing protein mixture.

A proper stream of rat blasters.

Think about it, Hydra or aliens attacking the castle, Anna standing on the castle, wearing a cloak, her little fat hand pointing forward, thousands of mice surging out.

The physical recovery is faster than that of ordinary rats, and it will explode after a few slashes, although the power of the explosion is not great.

The explosion power of the desperate virus is directly proportional to the volume of the carrier, the local temperature of the explosion of the rat is only 1000 degrees Celsius, and the diameter of the explosion is within one foot, which looks much weaker than grenades and bombs.

But there are a lot of rats.

Without Maya this time, Anna felt that she could work with great fanfare, and first expanded the basement experimental base.

Anna thinks she can build one on Hongdao as well.

It's that the soil over there is relatively loose, so you have to do a solid foundation.

Then the graphene production is still too small.

If compared with other laboratories, the daily output of Anna graphene is thousands of times that of theirs.

Looks like a lot.

However, the production of bulletproof cloth requires a large amount of graphene, and the sales volume of 900 million US dollars accounts for more than 95% of Anna's graphene.

There are also electric pulse bombs and electromagnetic bombs sold to the outside world, and Anna is ready to update them, discarding the gold wire and using graphene.

Coupled with the graphene expression protein mixture, the little short leg was eager to buy the whole of Westchester County.

By the way, recently, the director of the boiled egg bureau also asked Anna for bulletproof cloth, and it is estimated that what he wants to do is a reselling business, wholesale from Anna at a low price, and then sell at a high price.

With the ruthlessness of the director of the boiled egg, it will be another batch of huge profits at that time.

I came to Osborne and told him about the plan.

It was big business, and he had a direct stake in it, Osborne made a phone call, and that day the old gentleman from Mediterranean rushed back from Beacon Hill in Boston.