While Dr. Connor was immersed in the world of the past, the middle-aged male assistant who was still fighting in the real room sat on a chair, carefully put the phone away, and checked it carefully until he confirmed that he had hung up before exhaling and slowly sitting down.

There were only a few strands of hair left on the top of his head, the top of his bare head was shiny with oil, his somewhat puffy face was full of abnormal red, and two large eye bags fell heavily under his bloodshot eyes. He stared at the phone, a somewhat idiotic smile slowly rising on his face, and muttered in a voice so low that only he could hear, "My name is Gardner, Gardner. Lambycael. You've forgotten my name again, but on average you only forget jì once a year, not much, really not much......"

He polished his glasses and put them back on, staring at the screen of light that kept flashing for several days, and the abnormal flush on his face surged again. There is an eye-catching progress bar at the top of the light screen, which stays at 58% of the time and does not move. Looking at this progress bar, Gardner's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he muttered, laughing like a hen from time to time as he spoke: "When I break this genetic lock, even if there are no materials, I can make a real half-apostle!" What will people say when that time comes? Connor? Who is Connor? Hehe, hehe......"

He stood up abruptly and shouted, "Gardner, father of the apostles!" Only this name will remain forever! Forever!! ”

Gardner sat down heavily, strapped on the sensor-filled headband, and connected his brain and brain in parallel, and began wrestling with an endless number of jù with saint-like madness. As one hypothesis after another was verified, and the number jù was calculated and tested, the progress bar began to move forward again at an extremely slow pace.

The road ahead is long and difficult, and the time it takes for the progress bar to reach the end cannot be calculated. Perhaps one of these small traps could trap Gardner for days, if not months. But Gardner is convinced that no matter how long it takes, one day he will reach the finish line. The world of mathematics is vast, and ideas are the key to the world. Gardner has the key to breaking the genetic lock, and the hard work is on. Now that the road is there, no matter how long it is, there will always be a time when it comes to an end.

After cracking the genes of this order, Gardner can produce voters of the same level as the final three samples, and in terms of ability level, these voters with eighth-order abilities and ninth-order potential can already be called semi-apostles. Although there is still a world of difference between the true apostle, Gardner is convinced that Dr. Connor cannot even be made as a half-apostle!

After the great success of the Voter Project, Dr. Connor was draped in a myriad of halos, and he became increasingly immersed in banquets, lavish living, and women, with less and less time for research.

Gardner knew full well that the initial success of the voter program was more of a gift from the sky. On that night, under the influence of some factor that is still incomprehensible, the frozen gene lock was suddenly activated, and a small number of genetic fragments were released to solve several problems in the early stage of the voter plan, and there was a steady stream of voters coming down the production line. It is the gods who gave the elect to the world, not Dr. Connor's discovery.

There must be "materials" to activate the electorate, and in the most central areas of the electorate, Dr. Connor still has nothing to offer, and he is unlikely to break new ground.

In the temple of science, and in any field of both eras, success requires enough genius, but at some point, it takes even more to be willing to work hard. Dr. Connor was clearly no longer going to give in to the tedious and arduous basic research.

After a tumultuous night, Helen, who had only slept for two hours, walked out of the bedroom with a hint of exhaustion, and when she came to the dining room, she found two men with very different appearances and personalities sitting on either side of the long table, eating breakfast. Their gazes were piercing their opponents, and countless sparks collided in the air. As for what exactly is the breakfast on the plate, neither Rafite nor Kotis may not have paid attention to it at all. Anyway, even if they put a few pieces of iron on the dinner plate, the two of them would probably be able to eat it. In addition to the dark circles under their eyes and the swollen corners of their mouths, what the two men have in common is that they both eat a lot. Although there are differences in body shape, the plates stacked high around him are almost the same. They ate a month's worth of the average person in one breakfast, and they didn't seem to be full yet.

Most of the high-level abilities have an incredible amount of food, and they need a lot of food to maintain the consumption of high-intensity combat. Monsters like Raffi and Cortis can even eat an endless amount of food. But having eaten so much for breakfast shows that the battle that took place last night was anything but simple, and they all had lost their dignity and began to eat a lot to make up for the consumption. Curtis never cared about appearance, but unlike Rafi, he was close to the type of person who had a habit of cleanliness, but now he couldn't get rid of the bruises on his face.

Helen took a breakfast from the multipurpose closet, sat down at the other end of the table, and ate it in silence. Her movements are not elegant, but they are concise and efficient. Looking at the two men staring at each other like fighting cocks, Helen couldn't help but feel a little headache. If nothing else, according to their way of eating, the food stock in private hospitals lasts for a week at most. This is a time of war, and food is always the most expensive in war. Helen's unusual brain began to work at a high speed, thinking about how to recoup the cost from them, and of course, it would be better if she could have some interest. In the blink of an eye, she already had hundreds of solutions, and after deduction and simulation, she left more than a dozen alternative optimal solutions.

When it comes to the operation of private hospitals and real rooms, it is not a trivial matter. Using up some of the brain's extra computing power is worth it in Helen's opinion.

After the heavy breakfast time passed, Helen did not go to work in the real room, but returned to her private office and opened up her brain to contact with the outside world. She expertly entered an address, fingers flying, and entered dozens of digits of usernames and hundreds of digits. The light screen dimmed suddenly, then came back on a moment later, revealing a room so empty that there were almost no furnishings, and a middle-aged man dressed like an armed mob.

"Hello, pit viper! I haven't been contacted in a long time, how are you doing? Still working for that chick? Haha, I heard that although your new master is not capable, it is by no means simple. I advise you, don't have any bad ideas for you kid, be careful that she cuts you directly! I was going to lose a lot of business back then! The middle-aged man greeted enthusiastically, looking very familiar.

Pit Viper is Helen's current account codename, and Lynch's former nickname in the Underworld. Since subduing Lynch, Helen has easily accepted his qiē, including various channels and relationships before. What the middle-aged man sees on the light screen now is Lynch's masked face. Camouflage, for Helen, is only a trivial and small means.

"There's a business." Helen said. By the other end of the screen, her voice had become Lynch's, and it was a disguised one.

"Old man, it's been a long time since you've taken care of my business! I have a good reputation for you very well, what to ask for just say. The middle-aged man grinned, revealing a large pile of golden teeth inside.

"I want to sell a group of genetic samples from voters."

The middle-aged man almost jumped out of his chair! He exclaimed: "Voters?! God, don't sue me, the elect in your mouth is ...... The stuff under that man's hands. ”

"That's them. Hasn't the other side been buying up the genetic samples of voters at a high price recently? Helen said calmly.

Sweat began to roll down the middle-aged man's forehead, and he kept wiping the sweat and said with a wry smile: "That's right." But as you know, this is a kill bounty in disguise. We all believe that the side is not in a good position in this war, so it needs to rely on bounties to hire hunters who are not afraid of death to hunt the electorate. If the war really ends in defeat for that side, those who turn in their genetic samples may be in big trouble. So it's been a while since the bounty was announced, but I heard that I haven't received many genetic samples. ”

"I need money."

"But money also has to be spent! Do you need a lot? If it's not a lot, I can lend you some first, and of course I need to charge some interest...... Damn, this money can arm an entire army! Seeing the number sent by Helen, the middle-aged man couldn't help but curse. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "Well, I'm not going to ask you why you need so much money. However, it is true that only Crimson Castle can pay this amount. I can contact that person for you, when are you going to submit the genetic sample? ”

“…… Day after tomorrow. After a little calculation, Helen typed out this message.

The middle-aged man was taken aback again, "So maybe you've already killed a few voters...... Well, that's not what I'm supposed to ask. But I would like to warn you that those voters are not as easy to deal with as they are rumored, and you better be prepared. ”

Lynch's image flickered on the light screen, and then dimmed The man shook his head with a wry smile, lit a cigar, took a few puffs, and began to contact the spokesperson of the Crimson Castle.

Helen gently rubbed the sun** and placed her right hand on the keyboard's sensor. The light screen began to flicker rapidly, and the flow of images and numbers was completely beyond the ability of ordinary humans to capture. Soon, Helen found what she was looking for.

She entered a mysterious trading space in another capacity, and soon two virtual maidens greeted her and led her into the room marked with VIPs, and then a dignified old man walked in, sat opposite Helen, and asked with a smile, "What do you command?" ”

At this time, Helen is an ordinary-looking girl, but it doesn't matter what image she is, what matters is her authority here. In this virtual world, permissions are accumulated again and again, and they come with huge benefits. The person behind the old man's manipulation knew very well that it was not easy for any high-authority guest here.

"I need to sell a piece of information." Helen said.

The old man raised his eyebrows and asked solemnly, "Can you be more specific?" ”

"The important people in Persephone Private Hospital are preparing to travel, and the information is the time and destination of her trip." Helen said.

"This information ......," the old man asked, frowning. He searched for the number of jù libraries at the same time, and soon his eyes lit up, and he said, "The value is huge!" I believe I can sell it for a good price. ”

Helen took a piece of paper, wrote a few numbers on it, and handed it to the old man: "That's good, this is what I want to get the price, please put the money into this account after the transaction." The rest of the qiē comes according to the old rules. ”

The old man took the paper, and when he saw the numbers on it, his eyelids jumped. But in the blink of an eye, he regained his calm smile and said to Helen, "No problem. I think the next time we meet, your authority should be elevated again. ”

The girl Helen had transformed into smiled, didn't say anything, and disappeared directly from the room.

With the old man's exit, this virtual world also disappears into darkness.

At lunchtime, Helen, Raffi and Curtis met again in the restaurant. The two men had some new injuries on their bodies, and it seemed that they should have been intimate again in the toilet. Correspondingly, their appetite is also increasing. While waiting for food to be served in the automatic kitchen, Raffi straightened his silver hair, which was no longer flying, while Curtis drew his saber and shaved his scalp with a sharp blade, shaving his short wire hair off and shaving it bald.

"Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, I will leave Dragon City and go to Defu County to collect specimens, and I am expected to return at seven o'clock in the evening. The coordinates of the specimen collection site are 3726, 5518. Helen said casually, as if talking to herself. But the faces of the two men immediately changed a little.

"What specimens are you collecting at this time?" Rafi said.

"There are wars everywhere outside of Dragon City." Curtis also reminded.

"It's my business." Helen replied lightly. Both Cortis and Raffi knew that once Helen had decided something, it would be difficult to change it, except through the use of violence.

The two men glared at each other, their eyes rubbing their usual dazzling sparks in the air, and then left the restaurant at the same time. Their steps were slow and staggering, apparently not lightly wounded in the infighting, and now they were in a hurry to recover.

A new day soon came, and at seven o'clock, Helen drove out of Dragon City on time in an off-road vehicle and drove out into the vast wilderness. In addition to her, there were also Raffi and Curtis in the off-road vehicle, and the two men each had their own insistence. Raffi said that he wanted to protect Helen from outsiders, and Curtis wanted to protect Helen from Raffi.

At nine o'clock, a full seventeen people of all shapes and sizes stopped Helen's off-road vehicle. All of them exude an aura of power that is too strong to hide, and at a glance it is clear that they are voters who have recently become famous, and they are seventeen high-ranking voters!

"My God! That's it! Finally let me get you! Dr. Connor, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, screamed excitedly as he looked at the images coming back from afar, and slammed his fist on the desk! He did his best to mobilize so many voters, and even the troops that should have been handed over to Bebraz were privately recruited, so that he could come up with a luxurious lineup.

The place where Helen was stopped was obviously carefully chosen, it was remote and lonely, not to mention the people, even the low-level insects could not find a few, and it was a good place to block the road and rob, kill people and set fires.

That's what voters think, that's what Dr. Connor thinks, that's what a lot of people think. Even Rafi, who touches the short silver hair, and Kotis, who touches the bald head, think the same way.

Helen's itinerary was very smooth.

In the evening, the genetic samples of the seventeen voters were sent to the Spider Queen's spokesperson through various secret and efficient channels.

These genetic samples, which consisted of five copies of the Seventh Ability and one Rank 8 Ability Elector, shocked the Spider Queen's spokesperson and returned a shocking return, and were also secretly and efficiently entered into Helen's designated account, although the amount of money was enough to make the most loyal people think undeservedly.

People in the underworld are sometimes very honest. Of course, this is very, very rare, but the meaning behind those genetic samples can wake up even the craziest people.

When the bell struck twelve, Helen opened her account, and to her surprise, she saw that all the expected funds had arrived, and the time was only a few minutes away from her expectations. This error is tolerable.

The number in the account is long and somewhat dizzyingly long. If all this money were exchanged for food, even at the skyrocketing prices during the war, even at the current amount of food, it would be enough to feed Raffi and Cortis for a hundred years.

Helen didn't plan to raise them for that long, so the extra part was profit.

And today Helen didn't let them do anything, they just did their duty to protect themselves. So today, the two men's actions are free of additional charge.

Looking at the profits, Helen suddenly felt that the urge to pluck out Raffi's silver hair had lessened a lot, and the unshaven stubble on Cortis's bald head no longer looked so dazzling.

"Two rice buckets, it still looks a little useful." Helen thought.

And the key point is that they seem to be able to continue to use and continue to generate incredible profits. At this time, Helen finally discovered that Raffi was actually a rare and attractive beautiful man, maybe if he simply fought his face, only Su was more perfect than him, but Raffi had more personality. And Cortis, the big black man, is actually an outstanding representative of the aesthetics of violence, or, is such a man more secure?

Helen began to think seriously about how to keep the two men longer.

Both Raffi and Curtis were huddled in their respective nests, dealing with their injuries. Today they all have some new injuries on their bodies, after all, the number of voters is placed there, and it takes a lot of effort to cut them one by one, not to mention that most of the attention of the two is on each other, and some inconsequential small injuries are no longer deliberately dodged.

But thinking about the whole thing that happened today, both Raffi and Curtis had a strange feeling in their hearts, as if nothing seemed so real. But what the problem is, they can't say. Is it really such bad luck that you will run into such a large number of high-ranking voters? It seems that this is the only plausible explanation, but they all know that reasonable does not necessarily mean truth.

Whether it is Rafi or Curtis, none of the people who can achieve this kind of dù are fools.

Just as they began to clear up the clues that were lurking behind everything, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly appeared and enveloped their whole bodies! It's an elusive feeling, but it's always lingering, but both Raffi and Cortis are sure that something bad must be happening, and it has something to do with them.

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