[Three hours ago, South Pacific, territorial waters of the Republic of Fiji. 】

Above the pitch darkness, occasionally a huge light swept by, it was the side searchlight of the Nimitz-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, and beyond its irradiated area there was a faint waterline, which cleverly found the pattern of the light repeatedly reaching the bottom of the ship.

On the third floor of the bilge, glowing with green oily light, several rows of large vacuole petri dishes three people high, up to ten centimeters thick, and the curved outer wall of thermoset tempered plexiglass that can withstand the impact of 9 levels of heating magnifies the field of vision of both the inside and the outside, making both of them feel doubly small.

The explosion-proof gate valve rotated one by one, and the comer found his heart along the tide.

It was a humanoid creature, soaked in liquid acetylene, with four infusion tubes hanging from the titanium canopy, connecting its aorial artery to the spinal nerve masses.

He stood in front of the petri dish, unmoving. Like a pastor at a funeral, like a friend sending an old friend onto a tram.

Just unless his friend terminal is a fire coffin.

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A man in a checkered shirt collapsed on the couch, smoke filling. "The goods are injected with a potion, but don't worry, it will release the enzyme for you, as long as you get the money."

"It's fair, how much?" The person across from him lightly put on one-way headphones.

"Billion dollars." The man looked into the other's eyes.

"Yes." The buyer waved his hand casually, and the man looked over to see the projection of an aluminum-magnesium container flash on the empty flight deck.

"It's done, there's nothing wrong with it." The man smiled. "Bring the goods in."

The black shadow scribbled up the refueling track, and the buyer got up, typed in the man's ID, and clicked Enter.

After the low-temperature white gas melted, the petri dishes finally appeared, the buyer glanced at it, waved his hand, and the door automatically slid shut, and the six-layer safety lock made a dull sound of locking.

"Well, it's a pleasure to work with." The two clinked glasses.

"El, bring the wine to my office." The man gestured and walked into the elevator, and the moment the door closed, the two looked strikingly similar.

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"A certain regulation forces this form of trading to go underground." The man spat out a string of smoke rings, "These are from the 'Purple Panther' research project, they can be unrestrained, because the person who proposed this plan is Abel. Root Commander. The man was drunk, "Sarcasm? Is this Game of Thrones, impeach you? Inexistent. “

"Is this side team still there?" The buyer's voice was full of surprise, "I thought they had been offset by action decades ago. ”

"Apparently it didn't work." The man shrugged, "I'm sure you've heard about the signing of the withdrawal document, and the 'program' carrier has once again been brought to the forefront, so it's no wonder that some people are upset." ”

"Yes, it's hardly different from the end of the Third Reich," the buyer nodded, "and my dad said to come one by one when you provoke people; They were awesome and blew five. ”

"It's easy to provoke someone, it's just a hassle to patch up the holes, you can indeed let someone slap them back, but isn't his face still hurting when he slaps him?" The man said, "Even if the skin is thick enough, it doesn't hurt to twitch, what if people still have helpers?" ”

"So let's ...... one by one."

"It's quiet." The man straightened up. "Has my ship been so deserted?"

"Sounds weird." The buyer tilts his ear, "What do you want to express?" ”

"No, the main gate has undergone a pressure test of ten tons per centimeter, and there will be no obvious deformation on the surface of Venus." The man scoffed.

A screw swept silently at the tip of his nose, drew a huge arc and landed with a crisp sound, the man turned his head in the direction it flew from in confusion, and the hydraulically controlled valve twisted and deformed in an instant, breaking and sticking like pinching plasticine, and the hot water vapor spewed out, becoming a conductor with a good gap in the wire.

"Gan." The man only had time to say the word, and his pupils reflected a huge mass of scrap metal.

Electricity and light intertwined, and the main gate smashed next to the buyer, and the flight trajectory of the gate that could almost kill the buyer was changed by something. Sparks can blind a man's eyes, and countless shards of glass fall from the sky, each piercing his torso.

The torrential rain rushed in through the gap in the gate, and the electricity followed the path of the rain, and an exoskeleton stood by the door, its electronic pupils flashing with blue lasers.

The buyer, who should have been pierced into a sieve by these sword-bladed vertical glasses, slowly straightened up, and the cuts around his body lit up. His healing ability can be described as abnormal, not to mention tens of thousands of pieces of cutting in a normal person, a thin glass inserted in the right place is enough for a one-way trip to hell. "Clarify identity." He said, his voice the same as before.

"It's not up to you," the cyborg looked at his face, "you have two paths now, brainkill yourself, or I'll help you." “

The shadow stream flickered, and the lightning sparked a meter high, and the cyborg received a fatal blow to his chest, but it only made him incapacitate for a hundredth of a second.

"I'll pick C." The buyer said coldly.

[Domain" Headquarters, Nevada, USA.] 】

The moment the door opened, Chris burst out of the elevator with a briefcase under his arm. Dr. Lodge took the stack of papers in his hand.

"Procedure? The doctor stroked his Engels-style sideburns.

"Yes, the ultra-small resonance of the point conduction electromagnet can materialize 32kB of data, and I have increased its capacity."

"Tried the reverse conversion?"

"I made a cookie out of a 1 minute and 27 second audio." Chris replied.

He was stunned, he realized that there was no limit to data to entity!

"Bingo," says Dr. "Is it a violation of biology for an intact chromosome to be reproduced to 0-1?" “

"Request implementation." Chris looked at Denico.

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Explosions, fire dragons erupted from every runway of the wide flight deck, shockwaves poured into the sea with all kinds of metal fragments and nuclear waste, and the air waves of the second explosion rampaged through the waterfalls. The pillar of flame repeatedly pierced through the center of the ruins of the main cabin, where the red light flickered a few times before dimming, instantly blinding the light of a normal human like nirvana against the background of the night.

The buyer put his hands on the ground, a huge crack above his back, several exposed wires sticking out of the cross-section, sparks spraying, and his figure was cast by bright light on the floor in front of him, just behind a GRV saber.

With a bone-chilling glow, the buyer grabbed the knife while rolling on the spot, and the humanoid hands reached forward, and the sharp blade in his hand pierced into the ground where the buyer had just been lying down. The buyer threw his arm back, blocking the opponent's second knife, and the human figure retreated with the power of the buyer's block, his weapon was very special, the shape was similar to a military thorn, and when it was swung, it emitted a phosphorous blue halo when rubbing with the air, and the buyer could be sure that this thing was mixed with arsenic crystals when casting.

A magnetically glued stringed rifle was molded in an exoskeleton hand, which buyers recognized as a version with a miniature 'Metal Storm' weapon system. He took two steps back, threw his knife at 85 degrees with his right hand to attract fire, and jumped himself into the well that had been blown up by the explosion.

He could hear the startling sound of gunfire and the slicing of a broken blade falling into the water. The velocity of this weapon is 1,600,000 rounds per second, and it can only be said that it can only be healed by continuous fire.

So he had to play some tricks.