Chapter 402
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Poison Q casually flipped through the mangled internal organs with his scalpel. The dissected boy's breathing rapidly deteriorated. His respiratory tract was visibly blocked by wriggling rust.
Poison Q could easily get rid of conventional toxins, but Adams had stubbornly researched for half his life. He had used countless living bodies that had died on the experiment table as the price, as well as the various resources and materials he had obtained from the Mother's Nest. Only with great difficulty did he manage to make rust bugs symbiotic and manipulative.
Poison Q was delusional to think that he could decipher the results of another 'lunatic' with just a few glances. He took out his scalpel and did not continue dissecting the other two boys.
He wiped the scalpel clean and looked up at Teach who was sitting boldly on the stone block. He said solemnly, "It's extraordinarily difficult. With the equipment we have now, it's difficult for me to analyze the structure of this parasitic virus."
Being unable to analyze the structure of the virus meant that there was no way to start, not to mention creating a life-saving 'antidote'!
"A living Ace has a lot of room for operation and can produce immeasurable value. It can even have a far-reaching impact on this era. But if it's just a corpse …" Teach frowned. He could not accept that his most important bargaining chip had depreciated greatly before his plan had even begun.
It was just like a stock that had continuously fallen. Although it had not yet become a piece of scrap paper, it was still just a 'dead person'!
In this world, there were not many people who could make a dead person continue to produce great value and functions.
"It's very difficult. Although Ace's physique is better than ordinary people, the reproduction speed of this virus is quite terrifying. If we can't get rid of it, I can at most try to delay his death, but it won't take more than a week. We can't even make it in time for Marin and Van Dor." Poison Q had a general understanding of the outline and embryonic form of Teach's plan. He also did not want this shocking plan to die before it was even born. He frowned and said fiercely, "However, just because I can't solve it, it doesn't mean that the person who developed this virus can't."
Teach's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"I can delay Ace's death by a week!" Poison Q continued to add, "As long as we can find him within this period of time, there's still hope!"
Teach's expression changed. "Since this virus has been planted in the body of the person who controls blood, it means that they are from the same organization. If we go back and guard the corpse now, we might be able to catch the comrade who collected his corpse!"
This line of thinking was very correct!
Teach stood up and prepared to return to where he came from. The moment he stood up, a dark and biting cold blade suddenly pierced into his eyes. A deathly still and merciless killing intent tore through space and immediately occupied his entire field of vision.
Ditch's huge boots stomped on the ground, creating a series of cracks on the ground. Ditch's body leaned backwards, his tall and sturdy body was like a ninety-degree bent steel plate, shooting backwards. At the same time, one of his palms waved, grabbing towards the edge of the sword with lightning speed.
The pitch-black palm released a strange power that turned the surrounding air into liquid. The liquid black water wrapped around his palm and condensed into a spinning black windmill. Every blade of the windmill was like a crack that could destroy space. The terrifying suction force that was like a black hole pulled the blade in place.
The dark blade seemed to have pierced into a black hole of nothingness. The sharp sword intent seemed to have cut through the cracks of space in an instant, and then shattered inch by inch.
Teach's palm trembled slightly. He stared at the small crack in the middle of the black water in disbelief. Even though it healed in an instant, it was still cut through.
A bone-piercing pain drilled into his heart, as if he had been tortured by a thousand cuts in a single second. He screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered, but the strange thing was that there were no wounds on his body at all.
Teach shook the knotted muscles all over his body. He stared fiercely at the masked man in front of him. Van Oka and Poison Q immediately stared over vigilantly.
The intertwining black and white patterns were like a door that led to hell. Only a pair of cold and indifferent eyes could see through it. The faint gaze locked onto the other party's body like countless sharp blades. There was not a trace of human emotion, only the purest of swords!
This was not a human at all, but a walking sharp blade!
Teach grimaced and said coldly, "Who are you?"
"The Tenth Apostle, Koshiro!"
The masked man stared at the broken sword in his hand indifferently. A ball of dark silver light flowed along his palm and wrapped around the broken sword. In the hissing sound, the broken sword's gap squirmed like a living creature, and a brand new sharp sword body grew out.
"That is?" Poison Q was shocked. He immediately said involuntarily, "It seems to be the same type of virus as Ace's body."
Van Oka's vision was the best. His gaze swept past the masked swordsman and landed on another figure that was walking over at a moderate pace. The long black hat fluttered in the wind, revealing the white military uniform underneath. The man had a pair of chilling double pupils. The cross between his eyebrows was deep and intimidating. Van Oka immediately raised his gun and aimed.
"You killed my people, and now you're asking who I am?" When the cold and deep voice fell, the figure suddenly disappeared. A series of sharp explosions sounded in the air.
Rankyaku!
The fine energy tore the air apart, and the torn air collapsed into visible ripples. They were nine intertwined vacuum cracks, and they hissed as they pounced towards Van Oka.
Van Oka hurriedly dodged. The terrifying aftershock of the shockwave spread back a hundred meters before it slowly dissipated in the air. Nine terrifying cracks appeared on the ground.
Van Oka fired back without hesitation. The bullet holes swept through the flickering air. In the rapid sonic boom, a faint black shadow moved closer. However, he saw Yarlin's feet stepping on the air as if he was stepping on a mountain ladder. His ten fingers connected into a blurry shadow, and hundreds of sharp bullet marks fell to the ground like a storm.
Round after round of glittering bullet marks and metallic bullets collided and exploded. Amidst the drifting dust, Arlen's long black cape fluttered in the wind as he appeared a meter behind Van Oka in the blink of an eye.
"I should be the one to ask this question. It's more polite!" The murderous voice condensed into a line that pierced into the eardrums of Blackbeard and his gang. Countless black lines spread out from Yarlin's palm. The murderous intent as deep as the night shrouded Van Oka's head. "Of course, you can also answer me after you're dead!"
Van Oka turned his head. The dark and terrifying night covered his vision. It was as if he was facing Teach's black water. The hair-raising hissing sound came from all directions …
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