In the catheter, dark red blood was extracted from different directions and different human bodies, carrying different genes and different deep-seated components. It ended up in the same place by different routes and entered a bright red sarcoma-like "container" , mixing in it.
At least it looks like chaos.
It is transformed into a turbid gray matter liquid, and then injected into an opened box component directly below through the multiple slender tentacles extending from the surface of the sarcoma.
If Ronan were here, he would probably find the following set of special equipment components that fold and expand in an orderly manner according to the box structure to be familiar.
Because this is the special portable workbench he used to extract pharmaceutical ingredients... Of course, it's just a similar category. The current portable workbench is much more advanced and more powerful than the ordinary one he bought with Moya's money. .
The blood extracted from different people was initially smelted in the middle sarcoma container, entered into the portable experimental vessel for secondary extraction, and tested by relevant instruments. After being confirmed, it was injected into Jeff Ells's blood. in blood vessels.
Injecting these ingredients is like breathing life into him.
Jeff Ayres's tight breathing slowly calmed down, and the iron-red skin that seemed to be rusting away gradually returned to normal.
Correspondingly, the five young men and women responsible for giving him "blood transfusion" weakened at a visible speed, and the rapidly growing fear also took an additional toll on the body and spirit.
Some girls were in tears, but no one cared.
Old Els himself was of average spirit.
He was also very tired in this abnormal state, but when Black Lion walked to the bed, he still opened his eyes and stared calmly, maintaining his proper style.
The black lion showed its mouth full of black and gold sharp teeth: "Hey, such vanity is meaningless... You need to sleep more."
Old Els slowly raised his hand, patted his forehead gently, and said in a hoarse voice: "Another failure."
"The mistake you made does not need to be emphasized again. Anyway, the memory function of this old guy is not reflected in this failed experiment."
Black Lion twirled a catheter beside him and flicked it with his thick fingers: "Now you can ask the laboratory to create another one. I heard that the collaborator you recently found is a
Gene traffickers and 'catalyst' experts with deep pockets, have unit costs plummeted? "
"You're talking about Luo Yuan...I don't trust him."
Facing "his own people," Old Els's tone was much slower than usual, and every ups and downs seemed to require extra effort. However, speaking this way, people could hear every key message in his words.
"Luo Yuan's ability is unique, but I don't believe in the so-called 'ability' that a machine can't reproduce, no matter how beautiful it looks."
"Are you talking about me?" Black Lion grinned again, "You still haven't found a machine that can replace me."
Old Els shook his head slightly and said the words of an elderly person with the face of a mature man:
"This is different, kid."
"Shut up, you."
Black Lion stopped the topic and started another topic: "Instead of thinking about this, you might as well think about how to appease the people in Clay's laboratory. Five of the six experimental subjects in Group AB were snatched from their blood. It’s not that easy to extract enough energy for you to spend at night.”
"Then add more." Old Els looked at the "sarcoma container" hanging in the air without any hesitation, "Don't he still have Group C? Three or four more, it should be enough. .”
"We can't just catch Clay and jerk him off hard. No matter what, we have to give Mou Zhengye some face. I have several big orders pointed at him."
Black Lion patted his belly: "Then again, Clay has really worked hard. The quality of these experimental products is very high. They are controlled at the critical point of transition from the second phase to the third phase. The power of nourishment is unexpectedly pure. , clear and really easy to use.
"Forget it, let's prepare it first. I'll go around the boat to see if there's anything more suitable. If it doesn't work, I can just catch a few fish in the sea."
Old Els was stubborn here: "No, there is no word 'make do' in my dictionary."
"Shut up. At your age, you talk too much, and the whole room smells like rotten apples." The Black Lion ignored Old Els's request, turned around, and left the room.
Old Els was not angry, at least on the surface. He just tried his best to open his eyes wider and stared at the fat figure of the black lion leaving.
The black lion's figure has nothing to do with being strong and tall, but old Els's eyes are straight.
It's like looking at the most outstanding beauties and the most delicious ingredients.
The sound of opening and closing the door sounded, and Old Els closed his eyes again, swallowed hard, adjusted his breathing, and gave orders to his personal staff:
"Wang Yong, and Tuge, let them come over."
"Instructor Wang is already on the way. As for Mr. Tuge, he seems to be taking a walk on the boat. I will contact him right away."
"...Forget it, let him go."
Old Els withdrew the order, but quickly added another one: "All the remaining experimental subjects are coming over. A word of caution to Clay: I approve of his experiment... but tonight, he is destined to be a If you don’t have the protagonist, then don’t put in the effort.”
"Yes, sir."
The personal assistant knew that Old Els couldn't see it, but he still bowed respectfully and quickly went out to make arrangements.
When the instructions from the powerful person's room were transmitted through the radio wave carrier, some people who had not yet received the relevant information were still engaged in disputes that had actually strayed from the topic.
Of course, as the director of "volunteer" affairs at Clay Labs, Bob, this half-bald, middle-aged white man, has completely lost his patience after being harassed by several groups of people for a long time:
"I will explain for the last time: why Group C can play, because there is something wrong with Group AB. According to the agreement, it is their turn of course."
Bob spoke very frankly, but this kind of incident cannot be solved with a candid attitude.
Yue Qi had already started slapping the table: "There is something wrong with Group AB, how can you ensure the safety of Group C?"
"In the face of force majeure, being able to play is the greatest safety."
Bob also slapped the table. Fortunately, Smith continued to mediate, so he suppressed his anger and said a few more words: "For Smith's sake, Mr. Yue Qi, I think you are lucky enough, especially your children. I would rather suggest that after this incident, you can buy a Powerball, which may create you rich assets that are not inferior to your current net worth."
"I have revealed enough, and I don't want to make the trouble more troublesome... I just want everything to be simple. Now, let's act in accordance with the contract."
As Bob pressed the bell, men in black suits who looked like humanoid weapons rushed in and invited Yue Qi and Smith out of his temporary office.
