Li Jiang stood behind Charlotte, and seeing Charlotte's undulating shoulders of the military uniform was equivalent to seeing Charlotte's shocked face. Li Jiang did not have Charlotte's original desire, let alone Alphonse's psychological inducement, so under MacDonald's magical blue and silver eyes, he was weaker than Charlotte, but he was not as deep as Charlotte, and suffered more "damage".

Now Li Jiang has almost completely calmed down and returned to the state before he saw MacDonald's true face. Seeing that Charlotte was slow to give the order, he said coldly:

"Commander, I have to take offense and remind you. At this time, they are either going to transfer MacDonald, or they are searching the laboratory for information related to MacDonald. The elder man has studied this guy for a long time, and must have left a lot of valuable information. I think what President Leroy meant was not just MacDonald, but also the research materials of the elders. ”

After Li Jiang finished speaking, Charlotte's body shook, and then turned around.

His fair and delicate face was covered with sweat, a crystal bead of sweat rested on the tip of his jade-like nose, and his pale blonde hair was also wet, covering his turquoise eyes.

"You're right." Charlotte's tone was smooth and firm. He finally regained the grace of a strong man, although his wet hair was messy, it was even more golden and beautiful, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes were dazzling, as if there was a pool of clear water in them. At the moment, Charlotte not only looks not embarrassed, but more sexual. Feel.

Just now, Charlotte made an assumption in her mind about the unknown doubts. This hypothesis was inspired by the mutated mutation-free Venus flytrap that I had seen while passing through the Eco-Cycle Garden. The Venus flytrap has digestive juices that decompose insects, but it cannot actively attack itself, and only after attracting insects to land between its two leaves by secreting honey, it will close the leaves, seal the insects in its body, and use the digestive juices to break them down and digest them.

Macdonald has the extremely rare "Ability Devouring", which is essentially the ability to devour other mutated creatures or Pioneers' abilities and viruses, absorbing and gaining the abilities of others. Since it is a devouring class, being good at using some "attraction" techniques is also the result of survival evolution. This technique may be its own beauty, or it may be to exploit the appetite of other creatures. Hope, or it may be achieved through the ability to control minds.

It's not weird, it's biological science.

Charlotte had completely calmed down, and there was even a hint of spring breeze on her face. He regained the courage to look MacDonald in the eye. MacDonald had now floated back to the center of the tank, his eyes as bright as before.

But this time, Charlotte was very conscious.

"MacDonald, no matter how much potential you have, you are given the name 'MacDonald' by Cen Shuming, you are just a hatchling who can't do anything! See, even if you succeed in seducing me, you won't be able to eat me and gain my power, because you're imprisoned in a cultivation tank! ”

Charlotte looked at MacDonald's blue and silver eyes and smiled, this time his smile was as terrifying as the red lotus blooming in the karmic fire, and his crimson flames.

He turned and walked straight to the largest desk in the entire lab. On the desk is a computer with a large screen, connected to the largest supercomputer in the underground lab, which has a speed of 276 million floating point operations per second, slightly less than the 2.94 of the base lab. It has a considerable ability to calculate the change data of gene fragments.

Naturally, this core computer must also control all the electronic machinery of the laboratory and store the most precious experimental results.

"All the staff searched the laboratory to see and collect valuable information. Li Jiang, optimistic about MacDonald, I'm going to start the transfer. Charlotte took off her black tactical gloves, revealing a pair of fair, delicate, bony hands. His slender fingers were like butterflies, beating fast on the keyboard.

It turned out that the black display screen suddenly lit up, and lines of symbols and numbers began to appear, and Li Jiang and others could not understand these program data, but Charlotte, who had a secondary computer education, coped with it and was handy.

First transfer MacDonald, then transfer Cen Shuming's research results and experimental data, and finally check other relevant materials.

Time passed between Charlotte's fingers.

......

Around the ruins of the base laboratory in the main city, the gray tone of the desolate world remains as always. The scorching sun overhead mercilessly cast down the scorching brilliance, reflecting the ruins everywhere with gold on one side and dark on the other. The higher temperatures have made the shade-loving mutant bugs and rats no longer satisfied with the shade under the broken stone slabs, and in the hot weather that often occurs in ruined cities, only the shady and dark abandoned buildings and sewer pipes are their kingdom.

The mercenaries of the first and second squads of the Hell Lion Mercenary Regiment are following Charlotte's orders and are patrolling the vicinity.

All of them were armed with high-grade military equipment in black tones, their well-trained arms holding assault rifles in a rigorous posture, and their calm eyes were hidden behind the visors of explosion-proof helmets, and they looked around the quiet surroundings alertly.

Many of them are genetically strengthened warriors with second-level vision enhancement and hearing enhancement, and it is almost impossible for an enemy to escape their vigilance if they appear within 1,500 meters. And between the two teams of well-trained and powerful mercenaries, there is also a special mercenary.

The man is 195 centimeters tall, and stands out from the crowd of tall mercenaries. In the scorching heat, the other mercenaries did not dare to relax even if they sweated a lot, but only he "dared" to take off his explosion-proof helmet and reveal his face.

The man was quite handsome, with a short golden haircut, a fair face with knife-like edges and corners, and a hint of cynicism in his fortitude. A pair of turquoise eyes are clear and deep, like two emerald gemstones. His name was Norman Noyce and he was a pure Westerner.

Norman Noyce's hands were empty, replaced by a nearly 170-centimeter black gun pouch hanging from his tall, straight back. In the black pouch lies a snow leopard-painted AWM sniper rifle. and the lofty JS, the high and the blue of the bar. Thunder. In particular, this snow leopard-painted AWM is Norman's loyal comrade-in-arms.

Norman loved snow leopards and the dark spots that lay all over the pure white snow. He loves AWM and the crisp jingle of gunshots after the addition of *. It doesn't matter if it's not an anti-materiel sniper rifle, the sniper rifle's lighter body allows him to use this body of level 1 strength, level 2 speed, and level 3 precision coordination as he wants, and move and fight anywhere like a ghost with the gun on his back.

At this moment, the other mercenaries walked slowly through the ruins, except for Norman sitting on a seven-meter-high reinforced concrete slab, the broken slab leaning against the wall of the ruined building, standing diagonally in the shade of the sun. He bent his knees slightly, his arms lazily spread over his knees, and looked out over the infinite distance to the north.