Wherever the Barossa Group is present, there are minions of the Gene Lord.
When he left last time, the Eclipse Cult and the Barossa Group reached a strategic alliance, and the common enemy united these two former mortal enemies.
But judging from the current situation, their investigation does not seem to be going smoothly.
After the introduction by the brotherhood researcher, Song Lan guessed the identity of the person in the cage.
"He is a genetically modified warrior of the Barossa Group. I don't know which legion he belongs to."
Song Lan explained in a low voice to "Xiao Wu" who was watching the excitement.
A powerful warrior with two hearts, a whole body enhanced with genetic drugs, and superb healing ability.
It was hard for him to imagine that a gang like the Brotherhood could capture these "supermen" alive, unless there were masters among them.
"The refreshments they serve are so awful, it's a piece of cake!"
Out of politeness, "Nothingness" responded in a low voice.
The brotherhood prepared snacks and drinks for every guest. After entering the venue, he was the only one who moved his mouth. As a result, after chewing for a long time, he didn't even understand what he was eating.
"Don't describe what you eat like that!"
Song Lan reminded him.
People's joys and sorrows are not connected to each other. When he was thinking about the mastermind behind the Brotherhood, "Nothing" only knew how to eat. Even the genetically modified warriors of the Barossa Group could not interest him.
Moreover, it is not difficult to tell from the other party's words and actions that "Nihility" usually likes to surf the Internet, but after all, he is an old man and always knows a little about Internet terminology.
Living in the chaotic "outside world" without the slightest bit of vigilance, accepting drinks and food from others at will is no different than writing "Come on my kidneys" on your face.
"I want to eat beef."
"Void" continued to use his cross-server chatting skills and said, "I will ask the people from the Chamber of Commerce to get some beef after the meeting. What ingredients do you need?"
"Onion, ginger, garlic, star anise, cinnamon..."
Song Lan was also brought in by him. After all, eating and drinking were the salted fish's favorite topics. But he soon realized that now was not the time to talk about these topics. Even the "mouse" was sitting seriously, watching intently. Every move around the cage.
The researcher opened the black cloth covering the utensils on the table in front of everyone.
Everyone's expressions changed when they saw this translucent worm.
"What's this?"
someone asked.
"This is the key to a new world."
The researcher carefully opened the transparent container and held the translucent worm in the palm of his hand.
The worm smelled the food, and when it approached the cage, it suddenly pounced on it with lightning speed.
"Bah, bah, bah."
Some discordant sounds distracted Song Lan's attention.
The "Nothingness" next to him also widened his eyes and kept mouthing.
Now he discovered another bad habit of the other party - chirping while eating.
"Didn't you say it doesn't taste good?"
"It's free if you don't eat." "Nothingness" said, "There's nothing to do anyway."
He admitted that this worm really aroused his interest. This kind of thing is rare in neutral countries. To explain it in more scientific terms, this process is probably what people often call parasitism.
The parasitism process lasted for about ten seconds. The struggle of the genetically modified soldier in the cage gradually stopped. After another minute of silence, the muscles on his body suddenly expanded in a circle, and all the needles inserted into his body flew away. The chain and cage could no longer stop him from moving. He raised his right hand and broke the chain with a gentle tug. The cage turned into a building block in his hand, and he broke it into two pieces with just a little force.
Upon seeing this, all the resistance cadres present were ready to fight, but the behavior of the genetically modified warriors stopped there.
After he showed enough destructive power, he suddenly lowered his head quietly and stood behind the researcher.
"The Barossa Group has made many improvements to their warriors, but in our opinion this is not enough."
The researcher patted the genetic warrior's strong arm as if it were a work of art. "Getting the power to rival a legion leader is just the beginning. The worm's learning ability far exceeds that of humans. As long as they are supplied with enough nutrients, it can make the host learn in a short period of time." Completed several transformations.”
"But what does this have to do with us?"
someone asked again.
Almost all the cadres of the resistance army are psychics. They are taking a completely different path from genetic enhancement. What's more, judging from the situation of the genetic warrior, the extent of transformation is questionable, but what is certain is that he has completely changed. Became a puppet of the Brotherhood.
"This is the really interesting part of evolution. The worm will make corresponding changes according to the host's genes, enhance the strength of psychic energy, or improve the loopholes of the prosthetic body, completely removing the possibility of suffering from cyberpsychosis... Evolution should be for All men are largely equal.”
That high tone and fanatical expression resembled the leader of a pyramid scheme organization.
But the cadres of the resistance obviously didn't buy it. They had doubted the Brotherhood's motives for holding this meeting from the beginning. However, the Brotherhood claimed to have what they wanted and had to attend this meeting.
The scene once reached a freezing point, but finally the good old Song Lan couldn't stand it anymore, raised her hand and asked, "So, where can I buy this kind of worm?"
He understands how the researcher feels.
It's very hard to be met with a cold reception when he introduces products to guests with all his heart, especially since his main job seems to be a scientific researcher, and bringing goods is not his specialty.
More likely, this poor man was pressured by his boss to introduce the product to a group of vicious rebel cadres in order to avoid being fired.
So Song Lan always said that the workers should unite together, otherwise they would be led by the capitalists.
"I'm glad you asked."
As expected, the researcher showed a grateful expression, "The brothers are here with sincerity. The secrets of evolution are hidden in the snacks we have prepared for you. I guarantee that there will be no discomfort in the process, and you will not even notice them." exist."
Unfortunately, his enthusiasm did not get the rewards he deserved. After hearing that the dim sum had been tampered with, the resistance cadres pushed the plate aside in disgust.
The notorious fraternity is indeed tampering with the food again.
They control the largest human trafficking and fraud gang in the country, and they exist like a cancer in the oasis. Do they still naively think that someone will be fooled like this...
"Crack-"
The chirping voice changed.
"Nothing" froze, and he found that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the snack in his hand suddenly lost its flavor.
Oh, to be precise, it has never smelled good.
On this day, he understood that eyes can hurt people.
In the silence, he wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, put the half-eaten snack back on the plate, and followed the example of the people around him, pushing the plate aside.
But in reality, this was his second plate of dim sum.
Song Lan said he didn't want his share, so "Void" took it to pass the time.
This time the silence became extraordinarily long.
Everyone except Song Lan took the initiative to move their positions away from him, even William and the guest guests from the "Dead Man Lottery" crew were no exception.
Everyone is waiting.
It wasn't until a few minutes passed and they discovered that there was no obvious mutation in "Nothing" that someone re-proposed the real purpose of why they gathered here today.
"Where are the survivors of that archaeological team?"
These days, everyone's time is precious, especially the resistance.
They have been busy all year round subverting the regime of the Allied Powers, freeing the "outside world" from the control of the coalition government, and returning this land to the people. They have no time to sit here and listen to "Evolutionary MLM Lecture Hall" all afternoon.
Only Song Lan, who was on vacation, maintained a good and open mind.
Whether it's a small lecture hall or the whereabouts of an archaeologist, he's happy to hear it.
But before that, he still symbolically asked "Nothingness", "You're not upset, are you?"
"No."
After experiencing the attention ceremony just now, "Void"'s voice became much weaker when he spoke.
Any form of parasite would not have any impact on him. When the snack was eaten, everything present in it would be purified and fused with spiritual energy. But what really made him suffer was the way the resistance cadres cared for the mentally retarded. His eyes—how had his dignified life form in the upper world ever suffered such shame and humiliation!
If someone hadn't mentioned the missing archaeologist, he would have left angrily now and returned to the accommodation provided by the Chamber of Commerce to eat two large bowls of braised beef noodles!
But this boy Song Lan cooks really well. No wonder their old friend clings to him all day long regardless of his own strength.
"It's okay if you don't have it. Don't eat randomly when you go out from now on."
"Yeah." "Nothingness" nodded, "It's not as delicious as yours."
"Please be patient. The person you are looking for is doing well now. The Brotherhood has given her the highest level of treatment."
The researcher's pleading gaze passed through the crowd and rested on Song Lan.
Although this was their first meeting, he always felt that Song Lan was a trustworthy person.
And Song Lan did not live up to his trust and made suggestions to him with her eyes - first talk about archaeologists, academic issues about worms and evolution, etc. After the meeting, set up a small group and bring in all those who are interested. Discussed in detail.
At the same time, he pointed at the unexplained "rat".
Mr. "Mouse" is very interested in these topics.
The researcher gained strength and comfort from Song Lan's concern. He calmed down and signaled the staff to turn on the projection in the conference room.
In the projection is a temple covered with greenery.
The commotion in the conference room stopped, and everyone looked at the screen. The person they cared about was now in the shade, kneeling in front of a statue of God, with his hands clasped together in a prayer posture.
Fluorescence danced among the branches and leaves, and people's restless mood was washed away by this scene.
Time passed by minute by minute, and they just watched the woman in the projection complete the prayer process.
No one made a sound during this period, as if any noise was a blasphemy to this pure ceremony.
Archaeologists are still alive.
This at least solved a problem for them.
The background in the projection was not a bloody operating room. She was not restricted and tied to the operating table, nor was she used as a hostage to force them to swallow the "snacks" prepared for them by the brotherhood.
The brotherhood did not make things difficult for her and treated her like a guest.
"The high priest has heard about everyone, and she doesn't think it's time to meet yet."
The researcher conveyed the message from the high priest, "But don't worry, fate will let you meet each other, just like you are gathering in Lira now."
The temperament has indeed changed.
Song Lan also had a similar feeling.
The projection made the entire conference room peaceful and quiet, and the researcher's tone became less fanatical and became like the prayer of a clergyman.
With the prayer completed, the projection ends.
After the resistance cadres obtained first-hand information, they no longer had any plans to stay in the Brotherhood's territory.
Even if they are both wanted criminals by the coalition government, they are still different.
The Brotherhood is not going anywhere to carry the flames of change; they are nothing more than a gang of ruthless criminals.
When the change is completed, they will finally eradicate the biggest cancer in the oasis of Brotherhood.
Song Lan did not follow the crowd. After everyone left, he came to the front row and asked about the new functions of the worm.
Devourer has also hatched many worm creatures, and now the meeting has entered the academic exchange stage.
The researcher prepared a lot of information about worms and evolution, but was unable to say it out because of the fierce attitude of the resistance cadres. However, in front of Song Lan, he was able to share his full knowledge to his heart's content.
Song Lan learned about the most important role of these worms besides evolution and enhancement.
Create a conscious connection.
The Brotherhood believes that this is a step forward from the previous Galactus program, which was inspired by the mechanical consciousness.
Linking individual consciousnesses together in some way can greatly improve communication and work efficiency, and can give them an evolution and development speed that far exceeds that of others.
"Ah."
Regarding the researcher's beautiful vision, "Nothingness" just sneered.
He can only say that these humans are too young and their ideas are too idealistic.
Can consciousness connection enhance communication efficiency and evolution speed?
"Nothing" didn't want to explain too much. He could only say that one day if they bring a scourge like Song Lan into the "group chat", they would realize how wrong his theory was.
His countless experiments and observations have shown that fish-fishingism spreads much faster than any theory.
If there is a Song Lan mixed into your consciousness connection, then everyone will eventually become Song Lan.
These are lessons learned through blood and tears.
"Let's go, it's time for us to go back."
"Nothingness" waited until Song Lan and the researcher left each other's contact information for further communication, and could only snort in his heart.
The enthusiastic researcher had no idea that he had fallen into an abyss of destruction.
As for the current "Nothingness", he only cares about one thing.
He wants to return to the accommodation provided by the Chamber of Commerce for them,
Then show off two big bowls of braised beef noodles.
Small theater its two hundred and sixty-one:
A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Monday, in the evening
"Minister, she... is really persistent."
Guan Lili took a peek at Lu Xiang's devouring food. As the loser in the duel, she couldn't get involved in the grated potatoes tonight, but other foods were not restricted.
At this moment, she couldn't help but respect Lu Xiang.
In order to eat real dry pot potatoes, Lu Xiang first ate a dozen slices of ginger and pretended to taste the delicious food.
Feeling Guan Lili's eyes, Lu Xiang also cautiously moved the plate of dried potatoes to his place.
Persistence...
But a little cute.
It was completely different from her usual image.
Who would have thought that Minister Lu, the cold noodle devil, would still protect food?
"Lao Lu is very easy to support."
Song Lan said.
As long as she can eat potatoes, she is happy, and potatoes are currently one of the cheapest ingredients.
"But after eating so much ginger, doesn't she become spicy?"
"It's hot, but Lao Lu has gone through special training, so I say you are definitely no match for her."
"Special training?"
"The training subject is Night Heron. The content of the competition is who can eat ginger better."
This is how Lu Xiang overcomes his own weaknesses - facing them again and again and growing through challenges.
"You just need to know one thing."
Song Lan folded her hands on her chest, looking like an expert hermit, "Lao Lu won in the end."
