Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 107: Underground Floor

This is a research room located somewhere underground.

A gray-haired man with typical Germanic features who was about 50 or [-] years old looked at his face. He was wearing a long white coat. He slowly turned his head and looked at the anxious commander outside the door. His voice was calm and soothing:
"Morse, commander of my base, what happened to make you so panic-stricken?"

The commander named Morse let out a sigh of relief, looked at this great and perverted scientist, and said solemnly: "Doctor, we need to transfer immediately, bring all your materials and experimental data and samples, get out of here."

"Is it 47?" Altmeyer still looked calm, but asked suddenly.

"what?"

Morse didn't seem to understand, and then reacted, shaking his head and said, "I don't know if 47 is involved, but this time... is a... monster that is more terrifying than 47..."

bang bang-

Just after Morse finished speaking, a huge explosion sounded from upstairs.

The momentum was so great that dust fell from the upper floors.

"Altmeyer, it's too late, the base is about to fall!"

The commander called Morris, after the explosion, became more anxious and urged again.

In fact, this mental hospital has been strengthened layer by layer in recent years, and it can be called an iron wall, but all of this is actually like a prison. It is difficult for people inside to get out, but if people outside break through, all the defenses will be destroyed. , blocking, all immediately became a joke.

"It's impossible for me to give up here." Altmeyer shook his head and refused, and he glanced sideways at the position not far behind.

There are huge glass containers more than two meters high. There are underdeveloped embryos in the containers, and there are bodies ranging from children to adults. Some are still underdeveloped, missing arms and legs.

Each container has a variety of wires plugged in, connecting various external devices.

Altmeyer looks at these containers, as if looking at the most beloved lover, with warm and sincere eyes.

"FUCK!"

The commander known as Morris looked at Altmeyer's indifferent appearance, cursed bitterly, raised his hand and pulled out a pistol from his waist, and aimed at Altmeyer, "Last chance, Ott Meyer! According to the request of the council, if you are unwilling to leave, I will kill you. Everything you have studied is the property of the Divine Council, and I cannot let these things fall into the hands of outsiders..."

boom--

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Morris was hit in the head by a bullet, and his body slowly collapsed.

On the promenade outside the laboratory door, a tall figure in a well-dressed suit and a red tie came out.

then--

is the second-

Two tall men who were dressed in the same clothes as 47 and had roughly the same appearance came out from the corners of the surrounding corridors as silent as machines.

"No one can order me!"

Altmeyer looked at the body of Commander Morris, who had fallen to the ground, pursed his lips slightly, and a cold smile appeared on his face, "I have always been the only one in charge of this experimental base."

With that said, Altmeyer looked at the two tall men standing silently outside the laboratory, and smiled with satisfaction, "Go, my child, and get rid of the intruders. Also, get rid of the traitor Your father's 'brother', bring me back."

Light footsteps sounded.

Standing outside the door were two tall men who were as cold as steel machines, and their figures quietly disappeared.

Altmeyer raised his head and looked at the rows of huge glass containers in the laboratory, looking at the clones that were still in the incubation period, and murmured in a low voice: "God created human beings when he was tired on the weekend. , and I, made up for all the flaws inside. I would prove to the world who was right—and decide whether they would stay or not."

……

boom--

Another shot.

Yang Chu, who had already cleaned the first and second floors of the entire mental hospital, replaced it with two new magazines, and walked towards the ultimate goal of his operation - the underground experimental base of the Satu Mare Psychiatric Hospital. go.

In front of the gate of the underground base, there are three layers of metal fence gates, with layers of defense.

When Yang Chu arrived at the gate of the underground base, 47 also appeared behind him. The sniper rifle he carried before was gone, and the left and right hands were holding a pistol named "Silver Dancer".

"Expected."

Yang Chu looked at the gate of the underground base, and the curiosity and exploration in his eyes became more intense.

Seeing the open metal fence door, without any hesitation, Yang Chu stepped inside.

First, there is an open staircase with bright light. After descending to the first floor, it can be clearly found that this is a huge underground base made of metal and concrete.

Almost all areas are white, and under the soft light, the entire base is not only not gloomy at all, but extraordinarily clean and bright.

After entering the underground base, 47 did not have any communication with Yang Chu, and quickly left towards a corridor of the underground base, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yang Chu didn't care about 47's departure, his eyes were already attracted by the research room closest to him.

It was an ordinary-looking research room. On a blackboard, various biological and chemical terms and symbols covered the entire page of the blackboard.

Gene splicing, DNA recombination, models and pictures of various chromosomes, nucleic acid gel electrophoresis, DNA sequence analysis, gene site-directed mutation...

Various technical discussions and information papers on bioengineering that Yang Chu has come into contact with or has never known can be seen everywhere.On the ground lay the bodies of several staff members in white overalls.

All kinds of glassware, high-precision observation equipment, and some experimental equipment that Yang Chu has never even heard of can be found everywhere.

Yang Chu casually picked up a thick diary that seemed to be both work and personal:
……

Nov. 1957, 8

I am sure that with the current research results, asexual reproduction is completely possible, and it is also possible to hatch fetuses outside the womb.I made a bold hypothesis, that is, we can use genetic technology to artificially design the form of life.

Nov. 1964, 9

A fourth series of clone 47 was successfully removed from his culture room.Preliminary medical tests showed it was a flawless clone.His number, 640509-040147, has been tattooed on the back of his head following standard procedure.

Nov. 1972, 4

Today, all clones of the fourth series will be vaccinated with various vaccines.Several of the clones, including 47, displayed anxiety about needles and resistance to doctors.Two of the strongest guys in HR had to hold him down and force him to be injected.Hope we don't have this kind of trouble again in the future.

Nov. 1972, 5

Today, 47 was allowed into the garden to bury the rabbit he had been taking care of for the last few years, and the resting place of the dead was chosen to be closest to the outer fence.Personnel records show that 47 was in tears.This has never been observed.

……

He was a perfect specimen--real perfection!

—Maybe better than me, surpassing human beings...and I am the father.But what to do with those old races?

……

[Romanian] Dear Boris, the seeds you have planted have had extraordinary power and I hope they will thrive before the end of the year.

……

Yang Chu flipped through the information in this diary quickly, and only from the above reading, Yang Chu captured enough information.

Although there is no content specific to the genetic engineering itself, the developments in these diaries have given Yang Chu a better understanding of this decades-long human cloning experiment.

Regarding the number 47-640509 on the back of 040147's head, Yang Chu also got an idea from this diary. The number in front represents 47's date of birth, and the number in the back, 04, represents the batch number of clones. Second, 01 means that it cannot be recreated, which probably means that the synthesized gene is accidental, and 47 means that this is the 47th clone developed by the owner of the log.

"The owner of this log is the creator of 47, Altmeyer."

Yang Chu quickly read most of the content, and became more and more interested in this huge "genetic engineering and strengthening human army plan", "I need to see more data..."

"Um?!"

At this moment, Yang Chu's warning came suddenly, and his body suddenly twisted in a strange way to avoid it.

Puff puff--

Three bullets passed through where Yang Chu was standing, and made three dents on the wall behind the desk.

(End of this chapter)