In the secret room, precision instruments are isolating and deactivating the Valentine virus, refining and processing, and finally suppressing the black pills.

Professor Yang looked at all this with a lot of emotion.

If the virus also has a delicate level, the Valentine virus is the sister Lin of the virus.

In addition to the human body, there is no environment for it to survive, cryogenic storage, animal parasitism, culture medium is not good, if no special treatment is done, it will not survive for more than one second after leaving the human body.

A veritable death of the light.

Even in the human body, it reproduces much slower than other viruses.

People infected with the Valentine virus have nothing but strength and a larger amount of food, and if the amount of food drops, the virus will still die.

At the end of the nineteenth century, the ancestor of the Freemasons, Tim. Valentine was infected with the miraculous virus from a living corpse in the Aztec ruins, bringing it to the world.

He knew that the virus could bring about a complete change to human beings and even affect the direction of evolution, but due to the level of science and technology at that time, it was impossible to isolate and process the virus, so he had to use the human-to-human method to continue the virus.

A hundred years ago, the genius biologist Te Fala . Strim joined the Freemasons and spent thirty years figuring out how to isolate, store, and process the virus.

Ink pills and ink boys were born.

Five years ago, Professor Yang, who had been expelled from the agency for conducting an illegal human shock test, walked into a dark alley by chance, and at the end of it, he saw a boy spread on the ground.

Shot in the head, but still alive.

"Draw my blood... Cultivate... Virus... Feed me again..."

The boy pulled a recipe out of his pocket and fainted.

"Oh, okay."

A boy who has not died from a gunshot in the head must have something different in his body, how can Professor Yang not be interested.

So, he took the boy to his own warehouse where he did secret human experiments.

Southern Fujian, seaside, Sanheli Happy Farm.

Sure enough, there was a miraculous virus in the child's blood, which was very fragile and would soon dissipate with the boy's life.

Professor Yang did not hesitate to infect himself with the virus, and hired a group of young adults as a culture medium with a high salary, so that they could eat and drink well and live well, and multiply the virus in their bodies.

According to the recipe, the virus was made into a potion, mixed with tons of nutrient solution, and injected into the boy's body.

A month later, the bullet hole in the door of the head healed.

Three months later, the boy woke up.

Laughed all day.

"Well, Lilith, I can't think of it, I'm not dead!"

"Lan Qin told you to shoot me in the head, if you die, you will die, if you don't die, then it will be my life, look, this is my life, my life should not be killed!"

"Lilith! Hao eccentric! Feng Yao! Chen Rusheng! Ink Boy! Qin Mo! I'll get it back! I'll get it back! I'll get everything back! Hahahahaha! ”

Professor Yang looked at the laughing boy and wanted to escape, but his legs did not obey, he knew that he had stepped into a new realm, the realm of his dreams, and the price was only to awaken a demon in passing.

That's great!

The boy left Sanheli Happy Farm and kept getting Professor Yang what he needed.

Funding, equipment, media.

Scoundrels, gangsters, killers.

Funds and equipment were used to manufacture and improve ink pellets.

The culture medium is used to reproduce the virus, they eat and drink well every day, play well and live well, and charge a day's money for every day they live, as long as they don't say go home, they can go on forever.

As for those who insist on going home.

In the sand north of the farm, there was a mass grave for them.

The thugs, thugs, and killers were punished a hundred times more than they deserved, and were forced to take large quantities of the products made by Professor Yang with the virus.

At first it was an ink pill, and later it was a magic pill.

When Professor Yang first saw the ink pill formula that Tyrell had given him, he felt a sense of discord in his heart.

The recipe is so perfect that it adds to it.

Why do you have to use a small funnel to pour the ocean into your body?

Improve, must improve!

Remove this disgusting little funnel!

After Professor Yang's continuous efforts, the small blue pill became a small black pill, and the ink pill became a magic pill, which can be said to be improved or regressed compared with the ink pill.

People who take the magic pill will increase their physical strength much faster than Mo Tong, and of course, they will have to pay a corresponding price.

Most of them couldn't stand the drastic change in their physique and died violently, and lived with those who wanted to go home.

A very small number of forces grew stronger and stronger, and their consciousness gradually blurred, becoming a shell with a broken soul, knowing only to carry out tasks and waiting for the favor of death.

A very small number of the very few refuse to bow to nothingness, and use all their heart and soul to put their broken soul together, and when others call him, he will turn back, and when he hits him, he will be angry.

And that's all.

There were six such men, and Tyrell had them as his right-hand men.

Lion two, falcon three, tiger four, badger five, butterfly six, wolf seven, whale eight.

They are Tyrelll's demon boys, more demons than humans.

For example, this wolf seven.

He can't speak more than two words, he has been destroyed by the demon pill for so many years, to be honest, it is already a miracle to be able to express it.

"Progress?"

Professor Yang breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "I can barely catch up, the new few culture media look old, I can't imagine that the physique is surprisingly good, the virus activity extracted from the excrement is very good, I can make the amount required by Tyrell tonight, and you can go to the business tomorrow, heh, my life has been saved." ”

"For the time being."

"I know, I know, I'm either going to die, or I'm going to die for you."

"No, it won't. Big brother, end, you, free. ”

"Hehe, hopefully, but even if I'm free, I'll continue my research, maybe one day, humanity will enter a new realm because of me, how about you help me after Tyrell ends?"

"No, me, it's over."

Professor Yang smiled bitterly and was silent.

Just then, a loud noise came from above.

"What's wrong?" Professor Yang instinctively shielded the machine with his body.

"Stay, I'll go and see."

Wolf Seven stepped into the elevator and soared up.

At a distance of 200 meters from the sea, he suddenly felt something he had not felt in five years.

Chill! An endless, desperate chill!

Instinct told him that he had to get serious.

With a slap on the chest, the nano armor instantly covered the whole body.

A touch of pockets, bulging.

Then the heart was settled.

Don't be afraid, there is only one person in this world who can make me afraid.

Come on, whether it's the police, the military, or any other ink boy, it's no match for me.

The elevator rises to the sea, and the door slowly opens, behind the curtain of water in the door frame.

There is an aunt who twists Yangge!