In the past, it was always a brightly lit room, but now it is dark and dim. Mobile phone quick reading:.1.The text version debuted only a beam of light shining on the real platform in front of Helen, and the rest of the light sources came from large and small test tubes and culture vessels, and most of these liquids emitting various colors of light were floating with some strange-shaped tissues.

Helen sat quietly, rubbing her forehead gently to relieve the waves of pain. After resting for a few minutes, Helen pulled out a few texts from her brain and carefully analyzed and compared them. These are all very alternative sperm analysis reports, and all kinds of indicators are densely packed together, and there are thousands of them. The average person would read the report for a whole day, and it only took a few seconds to go through it in Helen's perverted brain, and then it took no more than ten seconds to complete all the analysis and comparison.

The targets of these reports were, of course, Sue, who was now almost the center of Helen's life. At times, Helen wondered who was more attentive to Sue or Persephone. Of course, in the lexicon of the two of them, intentions are by no means the same meaning, at least not in Sue.

It is not difficult to obtain Sue's sperm, not to mention that Su has just undergone a series of major surgeries that can be called reborn, even in the usual physical examination, Helen can easily get a sample of any part of Sue's body. Compared to her old rival, Dr. Connor, Helen was definitely short of materials, but she was frustrated by the fact that Sue's research was progressing just as slowly.

In all kinds of tests, cells taken from any part of the cell are equally aggressive, or will die quickly, and there is little difference between them and invader cells. Before Persephone became pregnant, Helen had even been thinking that it was impossible for Sue to impregnate a woman. His so-called sperm is only considered sperm in terms of physiological structure and material composition, but the behavior pattern has absolutely nothing to do with reproduction.

The fertilized egg in Persephone's womb was like a thunderbolt, shattering Helen's painstakingly constructed model system.

Life is wonderful. A single cell tends to respond to only one or several external stimuli, and the response pattern is relatively fixed, like a six-pedal or octal switch, simple and mechanical. However, when tens of thousands of individual cells are integrated, it is possible to express very different behavioral characteristics. And when billions of cells converge, as a whole, they even generate intelligence!

After thinking for a moment, Helen began to write on the report she had just generated: "The activity of the sample in this issue is increased by 175, it is extremely aggressive, and it splits 66 times during the duration of one minute and seventeen seconds......

After a pause, she wrote in the remarks column: "The pattern of biological behavior is abnormal, but the signs of entering the second characteristic of evolution are obvious. It is suspected that the abnormal behavior of the cell monomer is still controlled by the body. ”

Helen clicked to close the document, and then there was a long encryption progress bar, and all documents related to Su were encrypted with the most complex algorithm. Even if all the computing centers under the Bloody Council were mobilized, they would not have thought of cracking the algorithm set by Helen for a year or two.

She stood up, walked to the corner of the room, and pressed lightly against the wall. The walls silently slid open to the sides, revealing dozens of incubators behind them. Needless to count, Helen knew the number of these cultivators with her eyes closed, as well as the number of qiē jù. In a total of 60 incubators, the internal environment of each is different. Several incubators can be seen floating with alien creatures of various sizes, more like strange pieces of flesh. Most incubators look empty. However, Helen was very pleased with the green icon on the light screen next to her, indicating that all the incubators were in a state of normal growth.

Under the faint glow of the culture medium, Helen's expressionless face seemed to have some tenderness.

As always, it was a deep and quiet night. But Dr. Connor hadn't had long to get his rare sleep when he was awakened by the screeching of the doorbell. In fact, the doorbell is a soothing violin song, but in the ears of the doctor, who has just slept for less than an hour, it is not much different from the midnight thunder!

The doctor groaned, holding what seemed to be a doubling head, and struggled to get out of bed. He very much hoped that the person outside the door had ringed the wrong doorbell, or that it was just a prank. But some sobriety and sanity told him that this was absolutely impossible. The Doctor slept in his apartment in the city, not in his sprawling and lavish villa in the city. There were no more than ten people in the entire creature room who had permission to stand in front of his door, and only half of them could ring his doorbell.

The doorbell was still ringing, persevering, without the slightest intention of giving up.

Dr. Connor muttered something, tightened his pajamas, and dragged his sixty-year-old body through the large, extravagant living room toward the door. The identifier next to the door emitted a faint red light, enveloping the doctor's body, and two seconds later, the identity was successfully matched, and the door instantly split into four pieces and retracted into the wall.

Standing outside the door was the doctor's middle-aged assistant, his snow-white solid clothes were wrinkled everywhere, there were a few holes, his hair was messy, his face was covered with sweat, and there was even an inconspicuous bruise on his cheek. It looks like he was rushing and accidentally fell, and it fell hard.

Connor frowned, looked coldly at his usually calm assistant, and swallowed back the rebuke. But there was still a very obvious displeasure on his face, and the last thing the Doctor liked was the panic of his men, but it seemed that the assistant had something important to do, so the Doctor wanted to see what it was that needed to wake him up from his deep sleep.

The middle-aged assistant's face was flushed, panting like a blower, and it seemed that he was tired all the way. He didn't wait for his breath to even out a little, and hurriedly said, "Doctor! Gene Lock...... Gene locks are unlocking! ”

Dr. Connor's eyes almost bulged out, and he grabbed his assistant's collar and roared, "What did you say!?" You stupid, why didn't you sue me earlier!! ”

The Doctor's thin and old body suddenly burst out with inhuman power, and he threw his assistant to the ground and rushed towards the central room. He didn't notice that he was wearing pajamas and was barefoot.

The assistant collapsed to the ground, holding his hands to his throat, gasping for breath with difficulty. He was almost strangled to death by the Doctor just now! The assistant watched as the Doctor swept like the wind down a ten-meter corridor before disappearing around the corner. But his throat was still aching, and he couldn't scream out a word of caution. Sure enough, as soon as the doctor rushed around the corner, a series of clanging sounds were heard.

After a few minutes, the assistant finally staggered to Dr. Connor's office. The doctor stood in the center of his office, oblivious to the light screen that took up an entire wall. On the light screen, you can see that the gene lock formed by countless gene bands is slowly spinning, releasing gene fragments one by one, and following some mysterious law, combining into a new gene.

The Doctor looked at the mysterious scroll with fascination and muttered, "Don't you think, Martin, that this is the most beautiful picture of mankind?" ”

"It's not just humans!" The assistant emphasized, his face also covered with intoxication.

However, the process of unlocking genes slowly stopped, and despite the long history of new genes, most of the secrets remained behind the fog.

The unlocking was over, and after a long time, the doctor let out a heavy breath and said, "I really want to imagine it!" Martin, are the results of the analysis out? ”

Martin took out the light screen and connected to the central brain of the real room, and the number of screens immediately swiped out on the screen. Before the jù refresh was finished, the doctor, who had already lost his patience, snatched the light screen, stared at the screen, and turned up the speed of the number jù update.

Countless jù fell like rain, and the refresh speed was almost as fast as Helen's! As the number of jùs progressed, Dr. Connor's tightly knit brows gradually relaxed. When the number stopped changing, the doctor silently walked to his seat and sat down, even closing his eyes.

The assistant knew that this was a sign that Connor was beginning to think deeply, so he stood quietly, waiting for the results. Time passed slowly, and after 15 minutes, the doctor opened his eyes, with a tired face, and said, "The progress of unlocking the gene lock is about 1, which is a pity. Although it is not known what caused the sudden unlocking of the gene lock, it is certain that it has nothing to do with our unlocking operation. However, after unlocking, we still get 2 very important parameters, and it is possible to verify another 5. Moreover, do you remember the broken formula, with these parameters, I think the completeness of the formula will increase considerably...... Martin! ”

The doctor's sudden cry startled the assistant, and he hurriedly asked what he was told.

"How many of our most effective gene repair agents are there?"

"There are 5 more in stock, doctor." Looking at the red light on the doctor's face, the assistant secretly felt that something was wrong.

The doctor said categorically: "Go and contact a few rich families, such as Fabregas, and sell them all these potions!" Be quick, you go and contact them now, I need 10 million, right away! ”

The assistant was taken aback and immediately said, "Doctor! These potions are for the bigwigs in the council! It wouldn't be a good thing if they found out that we had sold them privately......"

Dr. Connor stood up and shook his fist vigorously, his high-pitched voice almost piercing his assistant's eardrums: "It's not your business!" Do as I say! With 10 million, I'm sure I'll be able to complete the Eden project in two months' time! Did you hear me, it's the 'Garden of Eden' project! That's a lot more important than a few life-prolonging repair potions! ”

"The Garden of Eden? Did I hear you right, doctor? The assistant stared nervously at Connor, like a kid waiting for his test results.

"We've got the necessary parameters, and just now, I got the inspiration to complete the test subject!" Dr. Connor looked proud.

The assistant finally regained his composure, and thought for himself, "Maybe this will help in the study of 'that guy'." ”

"It's inevitable." Connor nodded. After nearly twenty years of companionship, the doctor is well aware of the strength of his assistant and his judgment.

"If that's the case, then we'll be so far ahead of the woman Helen." Martin exudes genuine excitement.

"This is also inevitable!" Connor replied proudly.

"Okay, I'm going to get in touch with those families right now. I believe that those old guys will definitely pay a good price in order to live for ten more years. Martin said.

With that, Martin left the doctor's office. As he was out the door, he glanced again and saw the Doctor standing straight in front of a small portion of the Gene Lock Atlas, looking in high spirits. The 'Garden of Eden' project is the core project of the entire biological chamber, and even if it is only a small step forward, Dr. Connor will be able to leave a mark on the history of the Dark Dragoon, the Bloody Council, and even the entire human race! But Martin is also very aware of Connor's thoughts, and perhaps in the doctor's mind, even the perfect realization of the 'Garden of Eden' plan is not as good as the pleasure of overpowering Helen.

"Not everybody, though, can get ten million ......," Martin thought to himself with some disrespectful respect as he cautiously closed the door to the doctor's office.

Now, it's not just Lieutenant Colonel Julio who thinks that the situation of the Dark Dragoons is a bit unpleasant, but many of them also think so, at least the situation in the Pendulum City war zone is bad, to the point where it is possible to lose 4 Dragoons and their subordinate army, and temporarily lose the initiative.

But that's about it.

The Dark Dragoon has experienced many crises in its history, and even faced extinction at one point, but in the end, it has survived those dark years and has grown stronger and stronger. The Dark Dragoon may lose, but it won't! This has become a belief in the hearts of many people. The sudden appearance of the Calamity Scorpions was a nuisance, but until now, the strength they had shown was far inferior to that of the Holy Radiance Crusaders in the north. However, in the past six months, under the strong blows of Persephone, the Holy Radiance Crusaders have not only lost their troops, but also lost a number of strategic points in a row. Therefore, no one doubts the final victory over the Scorpion of Calamity.

Most of the time, the Dark Dragoon is a mess. Each dragoon represents an army, just in size. But a group of dragoons got together, they were still a group of dragoons, and they couldn't be an army. But there are exceptions, and that is that no matter which dragoon general, from the old Capcom to the heart-pumping Persephone of the men, he actually has a strong appeal and can barely organize the scattered dragoons into an army. This appeal is based on the unquestionable strength of the generals and is modified by future potential or the strength of the family, so Persephone's appeal is undoubtedly much stronger than Capcom's. Due to the strong combat power of the dragoons, even if they only maintain a minimum of mutual cooperation, they will show extremely strong combat effectiveness on the battlefield. Countless tactics that could not be achieved in the old times have been made possible with the support of the dragon rider's personal domineering ability.