There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

You must come up with a suitable excuse!

Otherwise you will really die!

Locke, who was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the staff on the ground who were as small as ants and felt extremely scared.

This is the 30th floor!

If you are thrown down, it is not a question of life or death.

Whether his body can be left intact depends on whether his landing posture is standard.

"3! 2! 1!"

Click!

The man's hands began to exert force, pressing Locke's head against the glass. Cracks spread outward with Locke's face as the center point.

This is bulletproof glass purchased at a high price by the building materials department, which can withstand long-range shooting from the Originium Gun.

But even such hard bulletproof glass could not bear the weight of the man's strength, and it twisted and wailed.

"Etc., etc!"

boom!

With a loud bang, the four-meter-long and two-meter-high bulletproof glass broke away from the wall that fixed it and fell to the ground. Locke followed closely behind and fell out of the room.

"I remember! I remember!"

Faced with the threat to his life, Locke abandoned his professional ethics.

The man stretched out his strong arm, grabbed Locke's thin wrist, and just like that, he hung him outside the 30th floor.

"Talk about it!"

The corners of his black-bearded mouth turned up slightly, and the man's expression looked a little better.

“实验体72号！纳西莎！实验体86号！切尔克！实验体104号！博伦尼法尔！实验体167号！伊芙利特！实验体231号！泡普卡！”

After calling out several names, Locke stopped.

The satisfied man exerted force with his arms and pulled Locke back into the house.

The man let go of his hand, and Locke, without support, felt his legs go limp and collapsed to the ground. The cold sweat on his back had soaked his clothes.

"Tell me more about it!"

The man picked up Locke, straightened his collar, patted his clothes, and brushed off the non-existent dust on him.

After calming himself down, Locke said tremblingly.

"I carefully selected these test subjects. After preliminary testing, their bodies are most compatible with K-6 and can maximize the effectiveness of K-6."

"I have added a small amount of diluted K-6 solution to their daily diet, and no one has had any rejection reaction so far."

"It only takes five years! In five years, I'm confident I can transform them into qualified warriors!"

Whoosh! Ding!

The dagger flew out of the man's hand, cut Loken's ear, and nailed to the wall behind him.

"Five years? I'll have to wait for you for another five years!"

"By the time you make them, the capital will have already stepped on us to get to the top!"

"Did you know that the president has recently started cutting our funding? Did you know that a group of profit-seeking businessmen are now flocking to the president, trying to sell him the most advanced weapons from various laboratories?"

Locke knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and dared not say a word.

What the man said now was totally not what he should hear at his level. He was just a researcher, and if he rashly intervened in these matters, he would only end up in pieces.

After taking a few deep breaths, the man threw a bank card in front of Locke.

"This is the final funding: 500 million Colombian gold notes!"

"I'll only give you one year. After that, whether you live or die is up to you."

The man stood up from his boss chair, walked to Locke's side, put his big hand on his shoulder, and spoke softly.

"I can write your name on the Wall of Fame (at Columbia University) and find you a place in the Prison of the Master!"

"Take away your ridiculous pity, Lorcan Williams!"

"Leaving a name in history is the most important thing!"

"Haven't you already discarded useless things like ethics and morality?"

"the scientist!"

After patting Locke's shoulders several times, the man took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Locke.

"You are the only one who can read this. Do as it says. Destroy it after reading it. Don't have any evil thoughts."

knock knock!

There was a big solid wood door. A silent knock came from the door, diverting the bell man's attention away from Luo Lingken's body.

"Come in!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a fully armed soldier pushed open the door.

"General, there's news from Grand Duke Adenia."

Hearing this name, Locke began to sweat again.

There is no peerage system in Colombia, and the only family with a peerage system today is Victoria!

Locke, who was kneeling on the side, wished he could faint at this moment. Why did he have to hear such news!

The Grand Duke of Victoria contacted the top military officials in Colombia directly!

What do you want to do? Rebellion?

Loken's body began to tremble.

He was very scared. He was afraid that he would die here today.

The man glanced at Loken and sneered.

"Tell that evil-hearted woman in a cage that if she succeeds, she'll be sent back to me in a year at most. If she wants to have a child with her cousin, tell her to just wait for me!"

"Yes!"

After saluting, the soldier turned and left the room, leaving only two people in the spacious office.

There will be more later, wait for me to have dinner first

Volume 1: Chapter 8: I'm Sorry

The man stared at Locke, who was kneeling on the ground, with a playful look, and opened his lips slightly.

"Did you hear everything?"

After hearing these words, Locke was so frightened that he immediately fell to the ground, his body shaking like a sieve.

"No! I didn't hear anything!"

Beads of sweat trickled down Lobakken's forehead. At that moment, he looked like a prey being stared at by a ferocious beast.

Scared, but dare not act rashly!

"Get up! Come on, this matter is about you."

Walking to the desk, the man picked up a piece of white paper from the table, took out the pen he carried with him, and wrote and drew on it.

The rustling sound of the pen scratching across paper reached Locke's ears, causing his body to completely relax.

This man has a habit, that is, if he picks up a pen in front of you, he will not kill in front of you.

Locke didn't know why, maybe it was the power of knowledge?

Locke stood up from the ground with his hands, and walked to the man's side with his still trembling legs, his eyes looking straight ahead, not daring to wander at all.

He was afraid that he would see something he shouldn't see.

I finally managed to save my life, I can't lose it just like that.

"Do you still remember the experimental project B-3?"

The man who was writing a group essay suddenly spoke up and uttered a strange string of words that made Locke very familiar.

"B-3 is an experimental project launched last year. The experiment is to explore same-sex reproduction in Liberi. What's wrong, General?"

Locke was very familiar with this experimental project, and at the same time a little envious.

There is no other reason, the funding allocated for this experiment is really generous!

A project that was launched in just one year and then successfully completed, with a total investment of 300 million yuan and a subsequent investment of over 200 million yuan, made him extremely envious.

However, that experiment was a bit special. Due to the request of a certain important person, both the experimenters and maintenance personnel had to be women, which left Locke with no chance to intervene.

To this day, he has only heard of this project. If he had not often seen the researchers in charge of this project, he would have thought that this was a way for those bigwigs to wash their hands of things.

"Well, it seems you are still somewhat useful."

The man stopped writing. He lifted up his clothes, took out a pack of cigarettes from his inner pouch, took out one and put it to his mouth.

Locke tactfully took out his lighter and held it in his hand to light the man's cigarette.

Hiss! Huh~

The special smell of burning tobacco filled the room. The man took a puff and exhaled the smoke ring.

"This is that crazy woman's project."

"Only she would spend money to make something like this."

The man smoked a cigarette very quickly. After a while, only the cigarette butt was left. He threw the cigarette butt out of the window and handed the written paper to Locke.

"Here's the contact information for that crazy woman. Communicate with her immediately after the results come out. Everything is up to you."

"Just give it to her within a year."

The man stood up from his boss chair and walked out the door.

"Walk slowly!"

Bending his waist to 90 degrees, Locke spoke respectfully to the man.

"Given your performance, I will take two of the experimental subjects away and distribute them to other institutions."

"Competitors provide motivation."

When he reached the door, the man stopped and stared at Locke who was bending over with a smile.

"I'm still looking forward to seeing your name on the wall of honor, Lorcan Williams!"

Boom!

The door was slammed shut roughly, and the decisive man left.

Locke still maintained the bowing posture, not daring to move. He had already suffered a psychological trauma and was afraid that the man would strike back.

It was about ten minutes before Locke dared to stand up.

call!

Escaped!

Locke, who survived the disaster, was grateful for his good luck.

Almost!

Just a little bit different!

He has to go down to see his teacher!

Locke came to the window, the howling wind blew up his clothes, and his unbuttoned clothes fluttered in the wind.

After watching the man's car leave the experimental base, Locke turned around and left to continue his own experimental project.

Now someone has started to watch them, and we must come up with some experimental results to fill those people's stomachs.

Otherwise, those who are extremely hungry might eat him one day out of spite.

Taking out the communicator from his pocket, Locke made a call and a crisp and cheerful ringtone rang out.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't make Locke wait long. After the ringing lasted about two seconds, the communicator was connected.