The coyote leaned against the wall with a heavy heart, clasped his hands, and although his eyes were fixed on the man who was bombing the fist power tester, he didn't know where he had gone.

"That new guy must have something to hide from me. ”

The more the coyote thought about it, the more concerned he became, and turned around and walked out of the martial arts training hall.

"Hey, don't go! The man who tested his fist power shouted.

The coyote turned around and saw that each punch of the man hit more than 1,000 kilograms, and said in disgust: "Ah...... You win. ”

The man said angrily: "Don't, you use weapons, we don't necessarily have to win and lose." ”

The coyote waved his hand and said, "Kelly, I have something to do, you can play by yourself." ”

"Come on, come on!" Kelly didn't give up, kicked the soles of his feet, came behind the coyote like a cannonball, and threw a punch.

The coyote turned around in annoyance, pulled out a giant silver pistol, and shot Kelly.

"Boom!"

Kelly was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his bracer to block the bullet, but the whole person was still blown away.

On the other hand, the coyote was spun four or five times in place by the recoil belt, and its feet slipped two meters and hit the wall.

"Hey, hey, I didn't let you use the 'Silver Fang'!" Kelly said confusedly, looking at the bracer, there was a shallow crater.

The coyote inserted the silver giant gun and said solemnly: "You have itchy hands, why don't you go and beat the students, I don't have the heart to play with you." ”

Kelly sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Senior students, they have all entered S1 one by one, and they can't be beaten like before." ”

"Forget it, I'd better go and beat up the junior students. ”

"Hey, where are you going!"

The coyote walked out of the door and said, "I'm going to see Musea." ”

Kelly touched his cold neck, and couldn't help but shudder when he heard the name.

Muse is the strongest man in the X13 base, and arguably the strongest in New York, and the only Nirvana they have ever seen. An S4 monster.

He was not in the military zone, but in the laboratory building where the cadets of the Department of General Physics took classes.

Musea wears a pair of glasses and stands on the fourth floor of a large cylindrical building, facing tempered glass, staring at the experimental site below.

There, a huge machine is synthesizing a jelly-like pale golden cream.

The gelatin was piled at the feet of a plastic mannequin by a group of researchers, and the plastic mannequin's body was covered with an artificial layer of skin.

Musea said lightly, "Charge." ”

Suddenly, a powerful electric current was connected to the 'jelly', and the jelly immediately moved on its own, covering it like mud along the model's legs.

After a while, the plastic model's whole body was evenly wrapped in this coagulated cream, a thin layer that was barely visible except that the skin seemed to be glowing with a pale gold.

"Test the strength!" Musea added.

I saw dozens of automatic rapid-fire cannons extending from the walls around the experimental site, bombarding the model indiscriminately.

"Bang bang!" the barrel of the gun blazed and roared wildly, and the bullets crashed violently at the scene.

The plastic model was blasted out directly, and all the places on its body that were hit by bullets would appear pale golden circles of light spreading along the skin, as if the surface of a lake was hit by stones.

However, no matter how the bullet hits, the plastic model is generally intact, the golden gel on the surface, and the moment it is hit by the bullet, it releases a wave of energy and deflects the bullet.

Even the bullet that hit the chest suddenly scraped out a golden spark in front of the chest and flew away.

"The support frame inside the model broke, but it was still under enough pressure to kill the average person. Soon there was a report from my staff about the damage to the model.

A middle-aged researcher, behind Musea, said, "At least this version, the sentinels can use it." ”

"Can it be mass-produced?" said Mussa lightly.

The researcher shook his head, "It's technically fine, but it's too expensive." One kilogram of 'nano armor' could arm a man no more than two meters tall, but it would cost at least $180 million. ”

Musea said: "It's true that the cost is too high, and you can build three firepower robots at this price, so what's the use of this thing?"

"It has a wide range of uses in the space field, not to mention that it is much better than spacesuits in terms of pressure resistance and heat insulation, and it can also resist ultra-high radiation...... Just add a cooling system and a respiratory system......," the researcher said.

"Spacesuit?" Muse stared back at the researcher, who immediately didn't dare to say more.

"Herich, I'm not asking you to study spacesuits, I'm saying that researching a shaping material that can implant a neural processor will help you improve and optimize molecular material synthesizers. Muse looked at the researcher, who was in his thirties, with panda eyes, as if he was exhausted in his research.

Herichy squeezed out a smile and said: "Of course, this nano smart material can greatly improve the accuracy of the molecular synthesizer. ”

"I made it into armor that could be attached to the surface of the human body, just because this immature version was more suitable for the time being as some kind of portable protective clothing, and it was very practical for combatants to wear......"

"Take a set and use it, Musea, and if you think it's useful, give me some extra money......"

Musea stared at Hyrich without speaking, and Hyrich's breathing was a little heavy, and he didn't squint.

Just then, the coyote arrived.

Outside his office, he said through a visual doorbell, "Musea, it's me, I have something to talk to you about." ”

Musea smiled slightly, patted Herich's shoulder, and said, "Don't always think about God, now that all resources are focused on biochemical technology, you won't have funds for the time being......"

"This nano armor...... Keep it for yourself. ”

With that, Musea walked out of the office.

"What's the matter? Coyote. Musea asked, walking towards the outside of the experimental building.

Coyote took a deep breath and said, "I'd like to contact Granny. ”

Musea stopped, looked at him strangely, and said, "She's on a classified mission and can't contact anyone. ”

The coyote asked, "I know, but it's been too long, isn't it? It's been four months, how long is she going to be missing?"

"That's not what you can ask, Coyote, what if she's lost for the rest of her life? As long as she's on a classified mission, she can't communicate with the outside world, do I have to tell you?" Muse dissatisfied.

He felt that the coyote was just making trouble unreasonably, and a confidential mission was a confidential mission, so there was so much nonsense.

However, when the coyote heard this, his fists clenched tightly.

What if you lose contact for a lifetime? What does this imply?

If Granny dies, will the so-called confidential mission state last for the rest of her life without telling herself?

The coyote asked, "Is she still alive?"

Musea frowned, "I don't know!" I said...... Why do you ask so much?"

Suddenly, Musea saw the coyote's worried expression and suddenly said, "Oh! you like Granny?"

Coyote was a little flustered: "Ahhh......h

Musea said, "I saw it, but I didn't expect you to come to me." Don't forget the rules, go back and wait. ”

"And she's a Blazing Sentinel, you have reproductive isolation, aren't you serious?"

The coyote said urgently: "What if there is reproductive isolation! I am willing to protect her with my life!"

"Ahem, ahem......" Musea choked twice.

He took a closer look at the coyote, then walked away without looking back.

"She's a cat, you're a dog, and she has a fart love!"

As a Nirvana, he no longer cares about some fetters.

As the name suggests, Nirvana lived out his second life. The number of cell divisions in the human body is at most 50 times, and even genetic mutations cannot be added a few times.

But the Nirvana Elixir can add this upper limit to fifty more times!

If it is used by the elderly, he will live younger and younger in just a few years, and return to the most mature stage of his youth.

Excluding other contingencies, the life limit of a Nirvana is 240 to 260 years.

So Musea, one hundred and eight years old this year, is still a young man.

Nirvana Elixir is very rare, only one bottle per year, and it is only suitable for humans with RH negative blood. For people with other blood types, it's just highly toxic.

It is the Illuminati who are desperately trying to improve it, and if they succeed, the politicians and tycoons of the world will be controlled by them, because no one is ...... I don't want to live forever.

Countless chaebols send money to the Illuminati every year, and it is the elderly and wealthy among them who are investing in this technology, hoping that they can use Nirvana 2 in their lifetime...... Or number 3.

If the Illuminati already had an improved nirvana potion in London, there would be no need to negotiate any terms with the ministers of England, and those people would beg to work for the Illuminati.

Musea has lived for more than a hundred years, and I don't know how many times his personality and habits have changed......

Centenarians in the outside world, they are beyond their ability to do many things, they refuse to accept new things, because they know that they don't know when they will die, and they don't want to adapt to the environment anymore, so people's hearts are vicissitudes.

Musea is different, he loves new things, and has the courage to try, he knows that his life is still long, so he has also lived a hundred years old, but he is very energetic and keeps pace with the times.

He also had a beloved, and he was also hot-blooded, but gradually, he didn't care much about things like love and friendship.

Good brothers are dead, beloved people are old, times are constantly changing, and there are always countless new things in society. Those things full of freshness, round after round, occupied his heart.

He is constantly adapting to the new society, learning new things, his personality and habits are constantly changing, and there are countless new women.

Looking back suddenly, Musea can't remember what the heartbreaking woman she loved back then looked like.

Now, whether it is his personality or appearance, he is completely a knowledgeable modern young man, and the experience of participating in World War I and World War II has not made him much vicissitudes.

He has the strong physique of a sentinel, the superpowers of an ascender, and even learns countless killing techniques.

At the moment, he is also an excellent physicist and weapons manufacturing expert.

His current desires and desires, like those of the members of the Light, only want to live for another 500, 5,000, and 50,000 years!

"Let's get stronger, don't think about these time-wasting things, maybe one day you can also achieve nirvana, only by living longer, can you try more fun. Musea put his hands behind his head and walked away.

He meant to just use cats and dogs as examples to show that they wouldn't have children.

In this way, any love that has to die and live is fake, and there is not even a descendant, and in the end, this love will leave nothing in my heart.

Unexpectedly, such an example stung the coyote deeply, people are not the same from person to person, so reading comprehension is also different.

"We're just cats and dogs...... Don't cats and dogs deserve love......" The coyote stared at Musea's back, a resentment rising in his chest.

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