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Chapter 1093 Current Survival Rate

Science Officer Ash's skull was cracked, but there was no blood. Milky white hydraulic fluid flowed down his forehead and condensed into pearl-like particles on the collar of his uniform. His face drooped like a torn page of a book, revealing the silver-gray alloy skull underneath. Half a human molar was stuck between the gears.

"I see." Ripley's voice seemed to come from far away. "So landing on LV-426 is a mandatory option written into your program?"

Zhao Wuji stood in the shadow of the medical cabin, his fingers quietly sliding across the data board. The system popped up a new prompt:

[Cyborg core data can be extracted (need to access its spinal interface)]

[Risk: Plot interference will exceed the yellow threshold]

Ash suddenly turned his eyes to look at him, his pupils contracting into two black holes.

White's room was filled with the smell of sandalwood mixed with disinfectant.

"Ash is the seventh generation of bionic man of WY Company." He dripped amber potion into the black tea, "Its cost is as much as this broken ship." The glass dropper looked like a crystal spine under the light.

Zhao Wuji pushed the secretly filmed data chip across the table: "Including the records of him privately collecting our genetic samples?"

White smiled. His teeth were so straight that they looked like ceramic samples in a display cabinet. "The board wants to know how the aliens react to different DNA sources." He suddenly pressed Zhao Wuji's wrist, "especially Asian genes."

The blue light from the chip reading flowed between the two of them like a miniature galaxy.

[Gold coins +30000 (including genetic data premium)]

[Current survival rate 19%]

The incinerator swallowed up Ash's remains.

Zhao Wuji pretended to adjust the flame temperature, but in fact he used magnetic clamps to clamp the data chip that slipped from the cyborg's spine. A small number was engraved on the surface of the chip: WY/426/09.

"You know what?" Ripley threw the last medical record into the flames. "In the old days, the crew would sew the betrayers into the canvas and throw them into the sea." Her face was copper-plated by the firelight. "Now at least they can keep their bodies intact." Zhao Wuji heard the sound of the chip breaking in his palm. The system light screen refreshed like a waterfall:

[Obtained: Company Biological Weapons Development Timeline (1984-2122)]

[Obtain: Alien Nest Heat Energy Distribution Map]

The incinerator suddenly exploded with a ball of green flame, burning Ash's eyeballs into two pulsating emeralds.

Parker vented his anger in the engine room with a plasma welding torch.

Blue and white sparks splashed on the iron plate like raindrops, etching out twisted marks. Zhao Wuji handed over the hidden whiskey, and the black engineer tilted his head back and drank most of the bottle, his Adam's apple rolling up and down like a stuck bullet.

"I should have discovered it earlier." Parker pointed the welding torch at his temple. "That bastard never sweats, doesn't eat spicy food, and when he makes love--" The welding torch suddenly spewed out uncontrolled flames, burning a charred question mark on the ceiling.

Zhao Wuji quietly poured the neutralizer into the vent. The system indicated that the acid blood concentration was decreasing, but a larger red dot began to move near the main control room.

[Adult Alien enters hunting mode]

The database late at night is like a frozen tomb.

Zhao Wuji inserted the chip debris into the terminal, and the blood-red company logo immediately appeared on the screen. The file list branched out like blood vessels, and at the deepest part lay the encrypted "Prometheus Project" subdirectory.

When he clicked on the embryo culture record, the lights on the entire spacecraft suddenly went out. The moment the emergency light came on, the last line of text on the screen left an afterimage on his retina:

“Host tolerance test: Asian samples survive 37% longer”

There was a sound of mucus being drawn from the ventilation duct. Zhao Wuji turned his head with his neck stiff and saw a reflection of himself behind him on the surveillance screen - a metallic tail thorn was slowly hanging down from the ceiling.

[Danger Prediction Trigger: Tail spike pierces shoulder blade in 9 seconds]

Zhao Wuji's hand that smashed the glass of the fire cabinet was as fast as the alien's tail stab.