Chapter 510
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Division7, West Sea. On a giant island that looked like a giant skull face, on the seabed more than three thousand meters deep, there was a giant building that was brightly lit.
Below the building was a huge base that extended in all directions. It was unknown how many meters deep into the seabed.
In one of the operating rooms at the lowest level of the base, a man with glasses was holding a scalpel that automatically disappeared. "This defective product is useless now. Take it out and destroy it."
The man took off his surgical gloves and glanced at the operating table. His eyes were filled with indifference.
The chest of the man on the operating table was completely cut open. The few young men beside him could clearly see the heart that was still beating vigorously inside.
His chest was not the only thing that was cut open. His skull was also cut open. The grayish-white brain tissue inside was clearly visible.
The man's eyes were open. They were a pair of green eyes. Usually, the pair of eyes would look a little scary. However, tears were rolling down his cheeks at that moment. It seemed like he was still conscious.
"Sir, the color of his eyes is quite unique. Can I keep it and make it into a specimen?" A blonde girl with her hair tied up in a bun asked. Although she was wearing a medical mask, her voice was pleasant.
"It's up to you. Cut whichever piece you want. However, my ability can only last for half an hour at most … Just remember to get rid of the parts that you don't need. Also, don't dirty the operating room. "The man pushed the door open and left without looking back.
In the operating room, a few young men in green surgical gowns began to discuss.
"His lower body size is not bad. He can be part of my collection."
"Do you guys want the other parts of his head? I want to keep his skull. If you guys don't want it, I'll cut off his entire head. I'll deal with it when I get back. "
"If you want the skull, I don't want the teeth. Leave the brain to me. Wait, I'll take the brain out first. "
"Wait! Leave the scalp to me. I'll see if I can grow back the red hair that he shaved off. "
"This heart is quite healthy. No one is allowed to take it from me! With this, I'll have ninety-nine! I'm getting closer to the goal of one hundred. This is so exciting! "
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After leaving the operating room, the man in glasses took off his mask and surgical gown. He put on a white coat and took the floating elevator back to the top floor of the building above the seabed. He then walked toward an office.
There was an old man with white hair and beard sitting in the office. He was also wearing a white robe and was looking at some information on his Emperor's Heart Ring.
The bespectacled man stood at the open door and knocked on it.
"Come in!" The old man nodded.
The bespectacled man walked in and stood respectfully in front of the old man's desk. "Sir."
"How was it? Did you get anything from that kid?"
"His body is quite disappointing. Compared to when he was just born 12 years ago, his gene fusion rate has not increased at all. It has always been at 17%," the man in glasses said expressionlessly.
"It's a failed product of the first generation. This is to be expected." The old man did not have much of a reaction. "How much does he know about the Saints?"
"For the past two days, I've been breaking the memory seal in his brain day and night. I have to say, the Saints do have some skills in this area. Although it's a success, the core part of the memory about the True God does not exist. I can't be sure if it's because he doesn't have enough authority or because the Saints have activated the corresponding control measures, "the bespectacled man explained while frowning. "The information that we got from him is basically what we already know."
"It shouldn't be a problem of authority. Apart from the Senior Elder, the other elders of the Saints have the same authority. The elder level is already the core level of the Saints. He's also an elder. Even if he can't get in touch with the True God directly, he should know some information about the True God. The part of the memory about the True God doesn't exist. It's very likely that the Saints deleted that part of the memory in his brain. "The old man thought for a moment and speculated." Did you get anything else? "
"There's an unexpected gain." The bespectacled man could not help but smirk when he said that. "In the memory of the recycle, there's a very special young man …"
"Oh, even you think he's special. Tell me about it." The old man noticed the smile on the bespectacled man's face and raised his eyebrow. He was interested in the next topic.
"The young man's combat strength was only on white flame-level, but he managed to elevate his combat strength to gold flame-level by force. Not only that, his ability was powerful enough to kill an immortal-level rank-5 when he reached gold flame-level! "The bespectacled man was inexplicably excited when he talked about it.
"He's considered a supreme genius for a gold flame-level to kill an immortal-level rank-5. However, are you sure that he didn't hide his combat strength from white flame-level to gold flame-level? "The old man felt that it was more likely that he had hidden his combat strength.
"I've looked at the recycle's memory a few times. I'm sure that the young man's real combat strength is only on white flame-level." The bespectacled man nodded.
"A white flame-level killing an immortal-level rank-5?" The old man's eyes lit up. "Show me the memory!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's hair suddenly moved like it was alive. It looked like a sharp thorn.
On the other hand, the bespectacled man's hair floated like a small snake biting the thorn.
A moment later, the two strands of hair separated and returned to their respective hair.
"Sir, I'd like to capture him for research," the bespectacled man requested.
"You can't touch this kid just yet …" The old man frowned after reading the information.
"Is he someone powerful?" The bespectacled man raised his eyebrow.
"This kid's name is Lin Huang. He's Old Fu's apprentice. It's too risky to offend Old Fu for a kid." The old man nodded helplessly.
"Mr. Fu's apprentice?" The bespectacled man's expression turned grave.
"Old Fu has a great apprentice. He's a white flame-level killing an immortal-level rank-5. Such talent is rare even in Division 1 …" The old man sighed, shaking his head. "Why don't I have such good luck?"
The bespectacled man's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction.
"Sir, we can do it when Mr. Fu isn't in Division 7." After a moment of silence, the bespectacled man spoke again, seemingly unwilling to give up.
The old man stared at the bespectacled man for a while and said, "If you insist, I won't stop you. However, I have to warn you about two things. First, do it cleanly and don't leave any traces behind. Second, if Old Fu finds out that you're the one who did it, not only will I not help you, but I'll also cut all ties with you. You know that I don't have much time left. I can't afford to do anything. "
"Understood, I'll remember that!" The bespectacled man lowered his head and responded.
"There's one more thing that I might need you to do." The old man changed the topic and said, "The Union will join forces to attack the Saints soon. The Saints will definitely choose to escape this time and leave an empty shell for the Union. However, the Saints' elders will definitely be among the sacrificial pawns this time. I need you to find more dead bodies of the elders of the Saints and continue to dig out the secrets of the True God. Do it cleanly! "
"Alright, I'll do my best!" The bespectacled man nodded.
"If there's nothing else, you may leave now." The old man then shifted his attention back to the Emperor's Heart Ring panel in front of him.
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