Tong Zheng is a person who has obtained a degree in genetic engineering, but on the planet Mandela in the Black Tan system, on the black market of this planet, he also has a very famous title - "God's Right Hand".

In fact, Tong Zheng's right hand is not flexible, and he does not have any special abilities.

However, he has a miraculous ability, that is, through a specially concocted biological gene fluid, it changes a person's height, appearance, and even race.

In other words, Tong Zheng can turn a short man into a burly man, an old woman into a young girl, and even a human into an ugly "Tus" orc.

This ability is much more magical than ordinary plastic surgery.

In order to figure out Tong Zheng's biological gene liquid formula, I don't know how many people have tried various methods.

However, no matter how coercive and tempting they were, Tong Zheng just refused to disclose it.

For this, Tong Zheng also paid a heavy price - his right hand, known as the "right hand of God", was trampled on and even cut off.

However, no matter how others tortured him, Tong Zheng never revealed his biological gene liquid formula.

Later, after Tong Zheng helped a big man complete a special task, he finally found a background and relied on.

Since then, Tong Zheng has begun to develop rapidly on the planet Mandela.

In fact, many people from other galaxies have come to seek the help of the "right hand of God" on the black market of the planet Mandela.

Tong Zheng's good luck as of today.

Staying in his secret room, Tong Zheng was cultivating bacteria for a new batch of biological gene fluid.

No one knows that this seemingly "probiotic" bacterium is actually a poison.

After being caught and tortured so many times, Tong Zheng knew very well that he was not how strong he was to survive, but he understood that if he recruited him, those people would not say anything, and his old customers would definitely tear him to pieces.

This seemingly muscle-stimulating bacterium does not disappear, but remains dormant in the human body.

According to Tong Zheng's estimates, after a maximum of 50 years, the musculature of these people will fester, and it will be irreversible.

Tong Zheng is not worried about this, he believes that with his own ability, he will be able to solve this problem within fifty years.

Even if it can't be solved, he will already have enough money by then, change his identity on the black market, and then move to other planets, he can still live the rest of his life comfortably.

The dull sound of explosion interrupted Tong Zheng's yearning for future life again.

When a team of mechanical police rushed in, Tong Zheng couldn't tell the difference, and was immediately knocked unconscious and taken out.

Tong Zheng is not the only one who is unlucky.

On the planet Mandela, on the other life planets of the Extant Galaxy, all the people in the black market in this star system who are related to biological genetic technology have been arrested.

Even when a biogenetic engineer hidden in the military's scientific research genes tried to hide in the military zone when the Robocop came to the door, the federal military police department rushed in mercilessly.

The conflict between the federal military and the military police was resolved by a message from the Parliament.

Under the angry and helpless gaze of those soldiers, the Robocop took away the relatives of the adjutant general of the military region under their heavy surrounding.

It's just that when the lieutenant was taken away by the black car of the "Military Supervision Yuan" that followed, the anger and helplessness of those soldiers turned into panic.

On this day, the Otami galaxy was in chaos.

It's just that the Institute of Biological Genetics, which is really related to this matter, is calm.

At the edge of the Federally controlled star field, there is a triangular area.

It's not a bustling area, and it's not even a crowd or spaceship that comes here.

However, only those at the top of the Federation know that this triangle is very important to the Federation.

Nothing is absolutely safe, whether it is weapons research or biogenetic technology.

If the former research has the potential to cause widespread pollution, the latter research may wipe out life in a galaxy in an instant.

Some of the research defined as "****", whether weapons or biological genetic technology, will be carried out in the triangle.

This is not clear to the ordinary people of the Federation, even the "Star Spirit Clan".

Of course, the reason why the Federation blocked this information against the "Star Spirit Clan" is also very simple.

During several invasion wars against the Zerg, the Federation saved many "Star Spirit Clan" people from the battlefield.

The vast majority of them, the Federation has been handed back to the Star Spirit Clan.

And some of them, they quietly intercepted.

In the triangle region, there are at least three planets and more than a dozen biological gene research institutes, and there are still some complete or incomplete "Star Spirit Clan" experimental subjects in their bases.

For fear that the "Star Spirit Clan" would know the news, the brilliance of the "Star Alliance Network" covering the entire Federation did not shine here, except for the connection of the military's exclusive special channel.

Samon and his "superweapon" program are also carried out in this area.

The triangular region "Light Angle Galaxy", on the only living planet in this star system, through a special passage of the military, the information of the Federal Assembly's investigation of the alien was quickly transmitted here.

"Didi ......"

A crisp prompt sounded, and James looked up at the light screen.

Expressionless, he twitched the corners of his mouth, looking like a strange smile.

Reaching out to open the information icon in the corner of the light screen, James's eyes narrowed when he saw the content of the message, especially the alien image that was not clear enough but detailed enough.

His hands twitched on the workbench, and it took only a few seconds for James to complete the correction of this message.

"I think I just heard a message tone, what's the matter?"

The office door was pushed open, and a man walked in and asked.

"It's okay, there's a message from Dark Star that they're going to test a new type of bacteriological weapon recently, so they've locked it down."

James replied lightly.

"Developing a super weapon with more powerful attack power is the right way, those scientists are also crazy, the Star Spirit Clan has asserted that it is impossible to develop biological weapons from the genetic level to destroy the Zerg, they are full of confidence, what is the use of engaging in these things."

The man shook his head and walked out.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, and James walked over to close the door, and dropped the secret lock.

When he sat down at the workbench again, James connected to the internal communication network, and after connecting to the master's special encryption and absolutely secure instant messaging software, his hands once again flew on the workbench.

An internal work report record is generated quickly, but it's not just a mere record.

If this text is arranged and filtered according to a specific pattern, then it will show the information that really needs to be conveyed - the appearance of aliens.