Kaiming was taken to a similar research room, where two men with spears approached the cage, and Kaiming shouted and protested, but to no avail, the muzzle of the gun was still aimed at him, and a syringe was fired like a flying target.

These guys are indeed chicken thieves, looking for him without scaly wounds*, although the first time to pull out the syringe, but the eyelids still do not obey the call.

When he blinked again, he found himself tied to an iron bed surrounded by several researchers, one of whom was a good-looking blonde girl. But Kaiming saw her holding a one-inch long needle in her hand, and immediately went crazy, remembering that when he was seven years old, his mother took him to see a doctor, and when the doctor wanted to give an injection, he desperately resisted, but the needle accidentally pierced the doctor's thigh, causing his mother to apologize to others again and again.

He just doesn't understand, now that technology is advanced, why not invent a method of injection without injection?

You are an injection, why do you use such a long needle, it's no wonder that he doesn't go crazy. When the girl saw his red eyes, she immediately screamed and slumped on the ground.

The other personnel hurriedly stepped forward and held him down as he struggled, "Oh my God, I injected enough anesthesia to sleep a cow for hours, and it woke up in ten minutes." ”

What a fuss, if you don't have this ability, how can Lao Tzu kill the Nile monster alone. Kai Ming secretly laughed at this guy.

"Ignore that for now, re-inject it right away. Another researcher saw that the iron bed was about to fall apart, so he urged his colleague.

As soon as Kai Ming heard that he was going to inject again, his reaction became more intense, and the binding belt and the iron bed were rattled, because the anesthesia just now had not completely subsided, he still couldn't exert his strength, and the needle was pierced into his body again.

He felt so tired that he could barely open his eyelids, as if he was going back to when he was seven years old, when his mother had not passed away, and she was holding his little hand and walking in the warm sunshine, but when the last two walked into a hospital, his consciousness began to blur, and he kept repeating: Mom, I don't want to get an injection, Mom......

"Dr. Lemmon, a CIA dignitary. ”

Lemmon was lying on the table writing a report, and the female assistant hurriedly came in to report. The silver-haired old man stopped his pen and touched his big nose and said to himself, "These guys have a more sensitive sense of smell than dogs." ”

Soon a man of his age with a wrinkled face was called into the office, "I'm the CIA's head of Middle East affairs, Lieutenant General Patch. ”

Listening to his self-introduction, Lemmon was a little surprised, the arrival of such a high-ranking official must be because of a big event.

After the two shook hands, Patch took out a pipe and sat across from him and smoked it.

"What the hell is blowing a big man like you?" said Lemon first.

Patch took off his pipe and soothed the smoke in his mouth, "I heard it was sent to the institute here, so come and take a look." ”

"Yes, it's with me. But I don't understand, why are you interested in it?" Lemmon frowned.

"Have you heard what is happening in Egypt?" asked Patch rhetorically.

"Of course, the whole world knows that they are suffering from a deadly virus invasion, and newspapers, news are broadcasting every day. ”

Patch smiled slightly, "According to what I know, this is not the case, the Egyptian government has been sending the wrong information to the outside world that they are actually being attacked by unknown creatures. ”

"Does it have anything to do with it?"

Patch nodded, "We're worried that these creatures may be from extraterrestrial sources, or they may have been created by other countries, either way, if they are in the hands of a hostile country, they will pose a threat to the United States." ”

Lemmon frowned and pondered for a moment, then stood up and said to Patch, "I see, let's go, take you to see it." ”

As soon as Patch wanted to get up, a glass of water drenched his pipe, and he stared at Lemmon. The old guy shook his empty cup and said, "There are a lot of sophisticated equipment there, and smoking is not allowed." ”

The two of them took an elevator that could only be accessed by a special pass card, and slowly descended to the underground research institute.

"I'm a little curious, when did you start to be suspicious of the Egyptian government?" Lemon asked casually, taking advantage of the fact that the elevator did not arrive.

Pache raised his slender eyebrows and replied: "We are always highly suspicious of everything, we have countless eyeliners, the Egyptian government can fool the whole world, but it must not fool the CIA." ”

Lemmon shrugged, sounding like a bull's.

They entered an observation room, which was dimly lit, and directly on the wall of the doorway, there was a glass window as high as a person, about five meters long, through which the cell on the opposite side could be clearly seen.

Patch saw a strange gray and black creature, sitting on the floor, its scales glowing metallicly in the light.

He turned to Lemon and asked, "Is that it?"

"Yes, that's what I got back from Cairo. ”

"Except for the ugliness of the appearance, there is nothing special. Patch shook her head.

Lemmon smiled, pointed to the four walls of the cell, and said, "Those are the strongest alloys that can be made with human technology. ”

Patch pressed her face almost against the glass, and finally noticed that the walls were covered with deep and shallow scratches, "It's all from it?"

"Yes, with a claw. ”

Patch listened, and had to revisit the metal monster.

"After two days of observation, we have made a lot of progress. The metal on its body is twice as strong as the hardest thing we know, and according to biopsies taken from wounds, its cells divide and decay half as slowly as human cells, which means that it will live longer than you and me, about two hundred years. ”

"What an amazing discovery. Patch said.

Lemon scratched his scalp and said, "Strangely, we found that it is very similar to human habits, it does not eat raw meat, only cooked food, and especially likes lamb skewers with cold beer." ”

"I'm going to enjoy it!" Patch's eyebrows twitched unnaturally.

"Patch, make it interesting for you to watch. ”

When Patch saw Lemon finish speaking, he ran to a nearby cabinet and opened the door, where various firearms and weapons hung inside. He picked out an M4 automatic rifle and ran back.

Before Patch could figure out what to do, he poked the muzzle of his gun into the hole in the wall and snapped the trigger, nearly deafening Patch's ears from the sound of the gunshot.

"Man, look at it. Lemmon saw that Patchy was stunned, so he warned him as he shot.

Patch turned his gaze back to the cell, and the monster kept walking around, dodging the attack, but the bullets flying from the height kept hitting it, and in the midst of the fire, it didn't do any harm, as if it was dodging a swarm of annoying mosquitoes.

The strafing continued for a while, and when Lemon stopped, puffs of white smoke came out of the muzzle and a large pile of shell casings on the floor of the observation room.

Patch saw him put the automatic rifle back in the cabinet and replace it with a larger, heavier gun, Patch was familiar with firearms and knew it was a flamethrower.

Lemmon took out his lighter, lit a small beam of flame at the muzzle, stuffed it into the shooting hole, buckled the plate, and then a pillar of fire rushed towards the monster.

"Look, that's amazing! ”

Patch wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and secretly decided that he would have to take a detour when he met this guy in the future.

As the fire in the cell died out, Kemin let go of his claws and jumped back to the ground from the wall, wiping the black ash off the scales, and they were still as clean as ever.

I don't know how these guys did it, one moment they brought him lamb skewers and beer, the other they shot him with guns, and they burned him!

I'm going to be the craziest people in the world, these scientists with all their heads full of ideas.

Keming looked up, and a thick RPG rocket barrel came through the hole.

Depend on......

In the car on the way back, Lieutenant General Patch received a connection from his assistant, and after clicking on it, it was a video about archaeology, he didn't understand this, but the assistant wouldn't mess around for no reason, and read it patiently, the video showed a sheepskin, which was said to be thousands of years old, and what surprised him was that the sheepskin was painted with the image of a monster, exactly like the monster in the institute.

Perhaps the sheepskin had something to do with the monster's origins, so Patch called his assistant and told him to make sure he found the owner of the sheepskin.

After a while, his phone rang, and his assistant had already contacted the man, who happened to be in the United States, and was willing to meet with him, and the time was scheduled for this afternoon, and things were going much faster than expected.

But he couldn't show himself as a CIA, so he chose a bowler sun hat and glasses before the meeting, and became a wealthy antique dealer.

He looked in the mirror, and there was no flaw, and the disguise level of a person who was used to being a spy was really not covered.

Coming to the agreed hotel café, there is a couple by the window, naturally not them, there is an Asian woman in the corner leisurely drinking coffee, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and long hair shawl, Patch decides to try his luck in the past.

"Ma'am, waiting for someone?"

The corners of her mouth curled, revealing her white teeth, "yes, I hope he won't keep me waiting for a thousand years." ”

Pache knew he was looking for the right person, so he sat down across the table, "Let the beauty wait, it's not what I want, I just flew here from Florida, the weather there is so hot, God willing, I got a mummy, the integrity is much better than at home, I forgot to tell you, my family warehouse has two mummies, in fact, there were originally three, I sold one last season because of the cash flow." He tried to make himself look like an antique dealer.

"So the gentleman has a crush on the sheepskin in my hand?"

"No, even people with sheepskins. ”

The woman bowed her head and smiled, held up the back of her hand, and deliberately displayed the wedding ring on her ring finger.

Patch shrugged helplessly, "Then I'll have to turn to the sheepskin." ”

The woman removed the coffee and placed a tote bag on the table.

Patch watched her busy and asked, "I'm Richie, may I ask what is the lady's name?"

The woman handed him a roll of sheepskin tied with a red rope and replied with a smile, "Anyi." ”