Dr. Smith looked at the screen of the remote monitor with a painful expression, and the little pudding on the screen was learning hand-to-hand combat in the exercise room, and the old man couldn't bear to be there in person. In charge of teaching the pudding was Russo, a high-ranking warrior from the upper city, the chief instructor from the regular army. Without any mercy or release, the Russo instructor trained the little pudding unceremoniously like a muscular recruit.

Little Pudding now has to go through a total of four hours of intensive training every day, morning, noon and evening, and his body is covered with bruises, but he still has tears in his eyes, his mouth is tight, and he is trying to block Russo's big fist.

It's not that Smith doesn't feel sorry for his precious grandson, but the disappearance a few days ago made him have to make up his mind, hoping that through training, Pudding can quickly become stronger, and if he encounters the same incident again, he will at least have a few more chances of escaping. However, he also knew in his heart that no matter how smart Pudding was, no matter how urgent he was, Pudding was an eight-year-old doll after all, and it was impossible for him to become a master in a short period of time anyway, and his safety still made the old man very worried.

The last time Pudding was in distress, it was caused by the joint mistake of Smith and Tolan, the two old men thought that their grandson was with each other, Marshal Tolan had always wanted to take Pudding to Volcano Manor for so-called systematic training, and before Pudding disappeared, Smith reluctantly agreed. Their habit of not getting along with each other for the past caused this terrible kidnapping incident, and if it weren't for Lyon's mercenary team inadvertently rescuing Pudding, the consequences would be unimaginable. However, it was this incident that made the old couple, who had not spoken for several years, finally opened the barriers and intersected.

It's just that the estrangement between them is still difficult to bridge, and Smith can't help but sigh when he thinks about Tolan's cold and stiff face when he faces him, does she really refuse to forgive herself......

"Minister, Mr. K is here, already waiting in the hall" A gentle female voice whispered in Smith's ear, the old man turned around, looked at the plump maid, and couldn't help but pat her face with a smile, "Okay, got it"

Smith stood up, glanced at the screen one last time, and walked thoughtfully down the hall with a slow, steady step.

Leon felt like he had entered a museum, a term that had been coined from Hyde's memory, and he had seen too many strange things in this curved roof hall, and the small pieces piled up everywhere had cramped the five-hundred-square-meter hall. The paleontology that had only been browsed in his mind, the statues of vessels from all eras, and the old-fashioned machines that hung on the walls and in the air were now all placed in front of him.

Dr. Smith is not only a weapon fan, but also a paleontology fan, a history and culture fan, and his collection of things is so varied that it can't even fit in a few kilometers of underground warehouses, and in recent years, he has gradually filled his living room.

Leon leaned over to look at a small dinosaur model, marveling at its delicacy and couldn't help but reach out and touch it, he couldn't believe it was a man-made model, it had sword-like upper teeth and grass-green oily skin, and its slender yellow pupils glowed with a chill in the warm orange light that filled the room.

"This is the dinosaur of the carnivorous lineage of theropods" A white fat head stretched out from Leon's side,

"I'm afraid the dinosaurs here aren't models, right?" Leon carefully examined the texture of the teeth,

"Of course it's not a model, they're my private breed, as for Ameng, it lived for 5 years, and then it was forced to be made into a specimen because it swallowed a few old Tolan old woman's dogs" Smith touched the dinosaur Ameng's little head with pity, "Aren't they just a few bullshit guards, hum......"

Leon squinted at Smith, and was even more curious about this old man, whose moral standards seemed to be very different from this world.

"You're not here to study dinosaurs, are you?" Smith walked slowly over to an old-fashioned rocking chair by the fireplace, which, like the other objects in this hall, looked like something hundreds of years ago.

"I don't know what dinosaurs are, I was originally looking for you to talk about the gossip in the upper city, but after seeing this, I think we can talk about something else" Leon followed the old man with a smile, there was a three-dimensional flame in the fireplace, although the temperature in the upper city was always controlled at 18 to 25 degrees, but the long-lost fire still made Leon feel kind. It was the mercenary's best home in the wilderness.

"Oh, what are you talking about, do you want to make a deal with me?" Smith's tone was tinged with contempt.

"It's possible to make a trade, and I promise you won't lose...... But before that, let's talk about Tuoba Red Rock first," Leon said quietly, the contact map in his mind had been lit up by the hundreds of paleontological specimens in this room, and it became clearer and more certain.

Smith, who was already sitting in the rocking chair, heard the name Tuoba Hongyan, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and Leon's sensitive black tentacles clearly felt this subtle movement, and the light tremor not only came from the old man's chubby body, but also from his large bright brain waves.

Leon was sure he was on the right track.

"Hmph, a dead old ghost, what is there to talk about" Smith was silent for a long time, and finally said,

"He's not dead" Leon casually looked at the little beast heads on the fireplace, said casually, but waited for a longer silence, Leon turned his head slightly, and said in a certain tone: "I saw him and his legion"

Smith leaned back in his rocking chair, his eyes squinting slightly, his white beard gently blown by his snort, and he finally sighed and said, "What the hell do you want to know?"

"A lot of ......," Leon sat down across from Smith, a carved leather chair that could not be shaken, but was just as comfortable, and at the same time the plump and beautiful maid brought a pot of coffee and two cups, which made Leon stop asking,

"It's okay, you can say that Anna is not an outsider" Smith said confidently, and Leon glanced at Anna, couldn't help laughing, and said, "It's not just an outsider, it's not a person at all, right?"

"Haha, little ghost, you're amazing!" Smith laughed appreciatively, and slapped Anna's round buttocks again, "That's right! she's an A-type bionic machine, but since she was born, only you can see her true face at a glance."

"Is it the same technique used by Tuoba Hongyan?" Leon asked with a hint of sly sly expression in his eyes, grinning,

"Hmm...... This is indeed from his technical theory, but we take different paths, it can be said that the same origin is different, but I don't think his path can be successful, although the way to transform the original creature itself sounds more convenient, but according to the bottom line of human morality that I deduced, it will definitely lead to his ultimate failure......" The old man had been brought into a pedantic nerd state by Leon, and he immediately threw his vigilance behind him, Leon was familiar with that kind of frenzied gaze, Lockdorge would show such a look when he saw a technical boutique, and of course, he would be just as stupid when he saw a sexy beauty now.

"In other words, he transformed people into machines, and you made machines into people?" Leon asked bluntly according to his own understanding,

"Strictly speaking, it can't be called 'processing', but it should be called 'synthesis'" Smith has the expression of most nerds when referring to his achievements, that is, triumphant.

"You see, for example, Anna, the protein that generates her main body comes from the genes of a girl in the Far East, but the 'spine' and 'brain' are mechanical bodies, and the biomechanical body is fused into the gene protein in the petri dish, and it grows into a lifelike Anna, and the thinking and conscious actions can be input and manipulated by human beings" The old man paused, leaned his fat face next to Leon and whispered: "And all Anna's gender characteristics are there, and the model size can be adjusted and ......"

Two men, one old and one young, laughed lewdly at the same time, and this kind of topic always makes men quickly become close friends.

"But why didn't you continue to study this technology? I haven't seen any other biocyborg in Uptown," Leon continued to look at Anna, black tentacles probing unscrupulously over her head, where there was not a trace of brain waves,

"Because of the law," Smith slumped into a rocking chair, "I didn't think much about the original equation called 'Project Augusta' when I dug it out from the old archives, but after I started to research and made a breakthrough, I was suddenly sued in court, religious and social laws prohibit the existence of this biological form, so I had to stop researching, and because I violated the anti-human law, I was dissuaded in advance"

"Is that really it?" Leon looked playful, "and wasn't he coerced for rejecting a deal that someone had offered?"

Smith's brainwave moved again, the old man stared at Leon with wide eyes, and finally grabbed the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee, but did not drink it,

"You little devil, it's dangerous to know too much," he whispered.

"I'm more dangerous than those people!" Leon laughed wickedly, "So, let's talk about the Eye of God again"

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PS: Human beings, unlike alien creatures - little kids, but will eventually become alien creatures - old men~

- Locke Dorge