There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

This guy has been watching here!

clap clap!

Parens suddenly let go of Locke and patted Locke's face with his right hand.

"Lorcan Williams, you are indeed a genius. I have to admit that."

"It's a pity that your mind doesn't seem to be that simple!"

Parens kicked Locke hard in the abdomen with a side kick, sending Locke flying.

The flying Locke knocked over the tables around him, and many expensive instruments were also knocked over by him and fell to the ground.

The sound of ping-pong echoed throughout the laboratory.

It hurts!

Luo Erken curled up on the ground, covering his sobbing stomach with his hands, his whole body bent like a boiled shrimp.

"General! I..."

A military boot stepped on Locke's face, stopping him from speaking.

"We give you money so that you can study what we want."

"What about you? What did you do with the money?"

"We hired a group of doctors at high salaries, but what kind of rescue efforts did they do to those experimental subjects?!"

"Do you know what you are doing?!"

"And... humph!"

Parens stood up and looked at the researchers who were being controlled by the soldiers behind him, and sneered with disdain.

"You brought these rotten fish and shrimp to interfere with our project. Locke, Locke, if it weren't for me, you would have lost several heads!"

Lifting Loken from the ground, Parens turned him toward the researchers.

"This, this, and this!"

Pointing at the three researchers one by one, Parens placed his palm across their necks and slowly pulled them over.

laugh!

A cold light flashed, and the soldier standing behind them decisively drew the dagger from his waist, grabbed their hair, and beheaded them with one clean and neat blow!

Blood gushed out from the headless corpse and was rushed to the ceiling by the pressure of the heart.

Suddenly, blood rained down in the house.

The smell of blood filled the entire laboratory.

"You didn't even know there were some little rats sneaking into your team! What else can you do!"

"Almost, just a little bit, this place will be exposed to the public!"

"What a scandal this is! Do you know!"

"Who will take responsibility then? You? Or me?"

With a flick of his arm, Pamelens easily threw Leng Luoken out of the way and threw him under the three executed researchers.

Bright red blood climbed up Locke's white coat, and three heads were thrown into Locke's arms, with fear and confusion on their faces.

Ah!

The head, with a warm touch, fell into Locke's hand. Looking at the broken end that was still bleeding, Locke felt his neck begin to hurt.

"I remember I told you before that I would give you a year to produce experimental results as soon as possible, but what did you do?"

"Injection potion? Are you selling drinks?!"

Pablo Renslin glanced at the three Film brothers lying on the sickbed, then turned to look at the potions attached to their arms and angrily ripped them off.

"It's just something for children to play house with. Don't worry, General. I have a better solution."

At this time, a person walked in from outside the door.

"Telos!"

Seeing the appearance of the person who came, Locke's eyes were full of confusion.

Shouldn't this guy have been shot long ago?

How come you are here!

"Yes, it's me. You seem surprised to see me. I'm Lorcan Williams, my underclassman!"

Taking off his glasses, Tros' wrinkled old face forced an ugly smile.

Volume 1: Chapter 16: Only the dead can keep secrets~

Tros is a first-level professor at the National University of Colombia.

In terms of Originium application and biological transformation, it is the absolute pinnacle, and its previous works have won first prizes at the Columbia Science and Technology Exhibition many times.

Today, the military hunting dogs in the Colombian army are his masterpieces, and subsequent transformations are also organized around him.

Tros, who had boarded the official ship, had already achieved freedom in life, and endless money was pouring into him. As he was old, he was tired of the intrigues in the officialdom, so he retired with peace of mind and set up a small research laboratory.

He did some small research every year to provide funding for the laboratory, and thus Tros gradually disappeared from the public eye.

When he appeared in the newspaper again, he had changed his identity.

The former professor turned criminal!

According to reports from unknown individuals, Tros was secretly conducting inhumane human experiments.

In just three years, 73 innocent children died at his hands, their bodies carelessly dumped in the suburbs, a wilderness frequented by wild beasts.

Only after watching the beasts deal with the corpse with his own eyes would Tros return to his laboratory.

He handled the matter very cleanly. If he hadn't been reported, he would have been able to hide forever!

In June of the same year, Tros was brought to court, and all his crimes were laid out before the world. Looking at the children who had been transformed beyond human form, Tros simply smiled.

How can the progress of science be without the foundation of life?

Tros's light words deeply stimulated the rationality of those present. After the verdict, Tros was sentenced to death.

And because the nature of the incident was so terrible, the execution process was made public and monitored by the public.

"You, why are you here! Haven't you already..."

"Dead, isn't he?"

Walking to Circe's side, Tros picked up the file next to him and read it carefully.

"Maybe my achievements have caught the attention of some important figures."

"You know, it's just a few lives, they're not worth much."

"As long as it can bring them benefits, someone will naturally volunteer to rescue me."

Tros grinned and looked at Locke who was lying on the ground with sarcasm. After seeing the bloodstains on the other's white coat, Tros suddenly became interested. He put down the information in his hand and came to Locke's side.

"What's wrong? Isn't this piece of clothing yours most precious? It looks dirty!"

"It seems."

"It's bloody!"

"Get the hell out of here! You butcher!"

Facing Tros who was approaching step by step, Loken picked up the head at hand and threw it at Tros.

Turning his head to avoid the attack, Tros stopped in front of Loken.

"You're still as hypocritical as your father before. It's surprising that your shaky moral character has been able to hold on for this long."

Taking out a small handkerchief from his arms, Tros pretended to wipe the blood off Locke's face. As Tros wiped away the blood, it immediately covered Locke's face.

"Oops, it can't be wiped off."

With his hands spread out, Tros looked helpless, and his expression made Loken want to bite him.

"You better stay away from me! You scum!"

Not knowing where he got the strength from, Locke grabbed Tros' collar with one hand and made a move to hit with his right hand.

"Stop it, Tros."

Parens stopped the quarrel between the two. He came here today for important business and couldn't waste time here.

"Bring the stuff over here."

Waving to his men around him, Parens came to the bedside and looked at the Circe brothers who were in a deep coma.

"Is this the special body you mentioned, Tros?"

Pulling away Locke's hand that was holding his collar, Tros trotted to Palens' side.

"Yes, General, if the information you provided is correct, it is them, but it seems that there is one girl missing."

Picking up the information on the side, Tros flipped to the page about physical data.

Behind him, the soldier handed Parens a sealed folder.

Taking the folder, Parens roughly opened it and took out the information inside.

"The Water Tank Project."

"I hope your abilities are worth the cost of keeping you safe."

Throwing the information aside, Palens looked at Locke again.

"The K-6 agent project has been canceled. From now on, our focus will be on the water tank project. Tros will be in charge of everything. Do you understand?"

The warning in the words was very obvious. He, Locke, had been put under pressure. Although he felt a little unwilling, he still accepted it.

There is no way to deny it. The enemy troops are approaching. If he doesn't bow his head, he probably won't be able to leave here today.

"As long as you assist Tros wholeheartedly, we will still give you what we promised you before."

"If you dare to make any small moves~"

Crack!

Parens stepped hard and the steel plates in the floor broke apart.

"This is what happens to you!"

"Close the team!"

Turning around and leaving behind three corpses, Parens left here and left the blood-spattered laboratory with his subordinates.

"Take a look at the plan I proposed."

Sitting in the main seat consciously, Tros handed the documents in his hand to Locke.

"Originium organs, human implants, and mind control?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Looking at the document, which contained an ominous and unspeakable description, Luo Liu Ken's sixth sense was sending him a frantic warning.

"We've known each other for so long, I thought you knew me well enough."

"Since you don't understand, then I will condescend to explain to you my labor of love, the artificial infected!"

"First, we artificially cultivate an infected organ, then transplant it into the body. Then, we surgically remove the body's personal mind, allowing it to be completely controlled by us!"

"So we can get one."

"Not an infected person!"

A look of madness gradually appeared on Tros' face. His voice became louder and louder as he described the experimental steps, and his terrifying laughter reached everyone's ears.

"Possessing the infected's ability to manipulate Originium, yet without suffering the shortened lifespan from the effects of the Ore Disease."

“Absolutely.”

"The perfect weapon of war!"

Madman! Absolutely madman!

Locke's hands were shaking a little. After reading the plan, he was genuinely scared.