In the catheter, the dark red blood was drawn from different directions and from different people. It carried different genes and different deep-seated components. It returned to the same destination by different routes and entered a bright red sarcoma-like 'container', where it was mixed up.
At the very least, it looked like it was stirring.
It transformed into a turbid gray liquid. Then it passed through the surface of the sarcoma-like surface and extended slender tentacles. It was injected into an already opened container component below.
If Luo Nan was here, he would probably feel that the special equipment component below, which was folded and relaxed according to the structure of the container, looked very familiar.
This was because this was the portable workbench that he had previously used to extract medicinal ingredients … Of course, it was just a similar type. The current portable workbench was much more advanced than the ordinary one that Moya had paid for, and its functions were also much more powerful.
The blood drawn from different people passed through the initial smelting of the sarcoma-like container in the middle. Then it entered the portable experimental vessel for a second extraction. It passed through the relevant instruments for testing. After confirming that there was no doubt, it was injected into Jeffrey Ayers's blood vessels.
The injection of these components was like injecting life force into him.
Jeffrey Ayers' rapid breathing slowly calmed down. His rusty red skin also gradually returned to normal.
Correspondingly, the five young men and women responsible for transfusing blood to him weakened at a visible speed. The rapidly proliferating feeling of fear gave additional wear to his body and mind.
Some of the girls were already in tears, but no one cared about them.
Old Ayers himself was in average spirits.
He was extremely tired under this abnormal state. However, he still opened his eyes when Black Lion walked to the front of the bed. He stared at him calmly, maintaining the manner he should have.
Black Lion revealed a mouthful of black gold teeth. "Heh, this kind of vanity is meaningless … You need to sleep."
Old Ayers slowly raised his hand and gently slapped his forehead. He spoke hoarsely, "Another failed product."
"There's no need to emphasize the mistake you made. In any case, your memory function isn't reflected in this failed experimental product."
Black Lion casually twisted a catheter beside him. He even used his thick finger to flick it. "Right now, you can have the laboratory create another one.
I heard that you recently found a collaborator. He's a gene trafficker and catalyst expert. His single cost has plummeted, right? "
"You're talking about Luo Yuan. I don't trust him."
When faced with "one of his own," Old Ells' tone was much slower than usual. Every rise and fall of his voice seemed to require extra strength. However, this way of speaking allowed others to hear every important information in his words.
"Luo Yuan's ability is unique, but I don't trust the so-called 'ability' that can't be replicated by machines, no matter how good it looks."
"Are you talking about me?" The black lion grinned again. "You still haven't found a machine that can replace me."
Old Els shook his head slightly. With the face of a strong man, he spoke the words of an old man.
"This is different, son."
"Shut up."
The Black Lion changed the topic. "Instead of thinking about that, why don't you think about how to appease the people in Clay's lab? Of the six test subjects in Group AB, if you snatched five of them, it would not be easy to extract enough energy from their blood to last you the entire night. “
"Then increase it." Old Els' gaze landed on the "sarcoma container" that was suspended in midair. Without any hesitation, he said, "Doesn't he still have Team C? Three or four more should be enough. "
"I can't just focus on Clay's side. No matter what, I have to give Mou Zhengye some face. I still have a few big orders waiting for him."
The Black Lion patted his belly. "Speaking of which, Clay's side really put in some effort. The quality of these test subjects is very high. They're controlled at the critical point of the second to third phase transition. The nourishing power is unexpectedly pure and clear. It's indeed useful.
"Forget it. Let them prepare first. I'll go around the ship and see if there's anything more suitable. If it really doesn't work, I'll catch a few fish in the sea. It'll make do. "
However, Old Els was being stubborn here. "No, there's no such thing as' make do 'in my dictionary."
"Shut up. At your age, if you talk too much, the room will be filled with the smell of rotten apples." The Black Lion ignored Old Els' request. He turned around and left the room.
Old Els was not angry, at least on the surface. He only tried his best to widen his eyes and stared at the fat figure of the Black Lion as he left.
The Black Lion's figure had nothing to do with being fit and tall, but Old Els' gaze was fixed on him.
It was as if he was looking at the most outstanding beauty and the most delicious food.
The sound of the door opening and closing rang out. Old Els closed his eyes again and swallowed hard. After adjusting his breathing, he gave an order to his personal attendant.
"Wang Yong and Tu Ge. Let them come over."
"Instructor Wang is already on the way. As for Mr. Tu Ge, he seems to be taking a stroll on the ship. I'll contact him now."
"… Forget it. Let him be."
Old Els retracted his order, but he quickly added another one, "Get the rest of the experimental subjects over. Tell Clay that I approve of his experiment … But tonight, he's destined not to be the main character, so don't waste your effort. "
"Yes, sir."
The personal attendant knew that Old Els could not see him, but he still bowed respectfully and quickly went out to make arrangements.
When the order from the powerful's room was transmitted through the radio carrier, some people who had yet to receive the relevant information were still engaged in a dispute that had actually deviated from the main topic.
Of course, as the supervisor in charge of the "volunteers" in Clay's laboratory, Bob, this half-bald, middle-aged white man, had completely lost his patience after being continuously harassed by several groups of people for a long time.
"I'll explain one last time. The reason why Team C can go on stage is because there's a problem with Team AB. According to the agreement, it's their turn. "
Bob spoke very frankly, but this matter could not be resolved with a frank attitude.
Yue Qi had already started slamming the table. "If there's a problem with Team AB, how are you going to ensure the safety of Team C?"
"In the face of an unstoppable force, being able to go on stage is the greatest safety."
Bob also slammed the table. Fortunately, Smith kept mediating. Only then did he suppress his anger and say a few more words, "For Smith's sake, Mr. Yue Qi, I think you're lucky enough, especially your child. I suggest that after this matter, you can buy a Powerball bet. Perhaps it will create a rich asset that is not inferior to your current net worth. "
"I've already revealed enough. I don't want to make trouble more troublesome … I only hope that everything will become simple. Now, let's act according to the contract. "
As Bob pressed the bell, black suits that resembled human weapons surged in and invited Yue Qi and Smith out of his temporary office.
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