Chapter 37: Parasitism (Asking for Recommendation Votes)

The next day, Lake got up, chose not to think about the mission he had experienced last night for the time being, and went to the quartermaster office on an empty stomach without breakfast. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a line of soldiers standing in front of the Quartermaster Office today, and when they saw Lake coming, they took Lake directly through the security check, and then came to the metal rest hall yesterday, which was only a day for others, but for Lake, many years have passed.

Lake saw that the metal chair table was now welded straight to the ground.

In the metal rest hall, three instructors of the Quartermaster Department sat in the middle rest chairs.

To the left of the three instructors sat ten soldiers selected from the front line of the military, led by a fat man with a big scar on his head, that is, the fat soldier who had passed out since Lake came up yesterday.

To the right of the three instructors sat more than twenty students.

Seeing Lake come in, the ten soldiers looked at Lake with timid or resentful eyes. The student team warmly welcomed Lake to his seat.

Lake sat in the metal chair and noticed that the fat man across from him was glaring at him viciously, as if he was going to eat him.

Lake went through the God of War system pit man mission world loop for many years last night, and in the Resident Evil mission world, the zombies who dared to stare at him were all decapitated. It's been a long time since I've been stared at with malicious intent.

Lake was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered that in this real world, yesterday he had beaten the fat man and the nine soldiers beside him in the rest hall of the quartermaster's office, and made several of them lie on their stomachs and sing about conquest.

Ryker smiled wickedly.

"Huh" Lake stood up violently and touched the chair under his ass with his hand.

"Oops" "Oh!"

Lake's move made the ten soldiers on the opposite side immediately confused, half of them were frightened, some of them jumped back directly to make a defensive posture, and the fat man who had provoked with his eyes before also dodged backwards in fright, and almost fell off the chair.

"What are you doing, Lake, you still want to cause trouble!" the bald instructor who sat between the two groups quickly got up and shouted to Lake.

"The metal chair was a little cold, and I wasn't used to sitting it, so I stood up, which wasn't too much. Lake said lazily.

As Lake finished speaking, the students in the metal lounge began to laugh.

The ten soldiers on the opposite side endured with their heads bowed, not daring to make a sound.

"Silence, whoever is making trouble will be disqualified from obtaining the Powerful Breeding Mecha in the main plane of the earth. Wait until you go to the dark space and find a way to fuse the strong breeding mecha embryos. The bald instructor said fiercely.

This sentence worked well, and immediately silenced the metal lounge.

After waiting for ten minutes, all forty students arrived.

"Let's go, go to the research room of the Quartermaster Department, and carry out the fusion of strong mecha embryos. You are not allowed to make a noise for a while, and nothing you see is allowed to be released to the public, and the camera function of the watch is turned off, otherwise you will be dealt with as a warlord. The old instructor said, pressing one of the controllers in his hand.

In the center of the metal lounge, a metal spiral staircase leading to the ground floor appeared.

The old instructor walked in front, and the fat man among the ten soldiers took the lead in getting up, glared at Lake, and followed the old man down the metal spiral staircase.

The remaining nine soldiers, following behind the fat man.

Lake also got up to follow, but the bald instructor came next to Lake, blocking the distance between Lake and the ten soldiers in front of him.

"No trouble is allowed on the main plane! Any grievances, you can settle them yourself after you go to the dark space. The bald instructor said to Lake again.

Led by three instructors, fifty men walked for five minutes before completing the metal spiral staircase and arriving at the underground base of the Quartermaster's Office.

A biometric door opens, scanning the entrant's watch and body information before a green light is illuminated.

Lake followed the group and found a long metal passage in front of him, surrounded by several closed metal doors, and the inside of the metal doors could not be seen.

Fifty people, and finally walked to a large room made of synthetic glass walls.

Lake saw that in the middle of the room, fifty large oval-shaped glass jars were placed in rows, and these glass jars were also plugged into the pipes, gathered into the ground.

In a control room above the glass room, several researchers in white coats are controlling the equipment.

Lake looked at the glass jars in the room, these were the high-tech products of the legendary Star Alliance Military Research Institute, the synthesis jar fused with the embryos of the Powerful Mecha.

It can provide a high concentration of nutrients and energy when the strong breeding mecha is fused with the human body, restore the human body function to the greatest extent, reduce the probability of fusion failure, and increase the initial level of the strong breeding mecha.

In the previous life, although Lake obtained the Strong-Breeding Mecha, he didn't have such a good treatment at that time, he just divided a Strong-Breeding Mecha embryo and fused it by himself.

Self-fusion is really life and death, wealth and wealth, one-third of people can genetically collapse and die without protection, and even so, there are still a bunch of people rushing to get the embryos of the strong mecha.

"According to your serial number, enter the corresponding glass jar, do not move after entering, relax your body, don't think too much, and sleep is over. The female instructor said aloud.

Fifty glass jars At the same time, a glass baffle at the top moved to the right to open.

Lake and the other trainees and ten soldiers, after finding the glass jar corresponding to their respective serial numbers, they all entered the jar with curiosity.

The glass baffle closes, and the glass jar begins to inject an unknown liquid from above.

The liquid injected quickly rose in the glass jar, and was about to cover the mouth and nose of the person inside. Several of the students looked timid, trying to hit the glass jar with their hands so that they would not drown.

"Don't struggle, you can breathe in this nutrient solution, which is harmless. The female instructor's voice rang out.

After the fifty glass jars were filled with a special nutrient solution, the people inside drank a few sips of nutrients first, and after spitting out a bunch of bubbles, they gradually fell into a coma.

Lake saw that everyone around him closed their eyes, and he also pretended to be unconscious.

"Start the fetal clonal fusion procedure. After the three instructors came to the control room above, the old instructor gave the order. Several staff members in white coats were operating in the control room.

In the glass room, connected to the top of fifty glass jars, a mechanical hand stretched out, and the tip of the mechanical hand carried a slender needle.

The silver-white back wall of the manipulator moved slowly in the glass jar, finding the right direction, piercing the hearts of fifty people, sucking out a trace of blood from each person's heart, and this blood quickly flowed back through a slender pipe.

Blood cells are placed on top of a glass jar, rapidly cloned, dividing and multiplying into a large number of fresh bloods.

Fifty tiny, transparent balls like reptilian eggs were pinched by metal arms and thrown into the cloned blood through the pipes that connected to the underground, and with the help of energy liquid, the reptilian egg-like creatures grew rapidly.

Fifty small reptile eggs soaked in blood for a few minutes before they grew into a small transparent pointed carapace with many small slender tentacles, like a transparent octopus that had shrunk several times.