Chapter 979： : Man himself is a beast.

Never think that human beings themselves are civilizations.

In fact, it is even more of a beast in principle!

As a group of scientists, on the way to pursue the truth, when they inevitably make mistakes, even the mustache who once wanted to be an artist stretched out his right hand in anger.

His craziest scientist, Joseph Mengele!

He obviously had a lot of magic points, but he forgot the refreshment method and went straight into madness. He was responsible for screening the prisoners, deciding which ones to be killed, which ones were used as coolies, and which ones were used as test subjects in concentration camps.

In Auschwitz, Menger conducted many experiments on twins. After the experiments, the twins were either killed or their bodies were disassembled.

He once had an operation where two gypsies were sewn together to form a twin.

Subject's hands were severely infected due to the cut veins.

Menger was particularly fascinated with painting the blood of the twins, which is how he bled some people to death.

Of course, this is different from massacre in that he fantasizes that such a person can appear under the mustache banner. Don't you think that soldiers with four hands can hold more weapons?

The Arabian Nights idea!

You can call him crazy, but not stupid.

"Of course, mutants are just a name I call them. In fact, they are just the results of genetic transformation, but this makes human beings forget their fears and start to write whatever they want. Some complete scientists even label themselves as gods. , this is stupid, we should be in awe of the future!"

Herman persuaded with a serious face, hoping to get rid of the thoughts that should not be in Tang Dao's mind.

In fact, Tang Dao was really awed by what he said, and nodded in agreement.

But in fact, I don't think so in my heart. Of course, unqualified genetic technology can kill people, but if effective genetic modification is not a weapon?

Who said that arms dealers can only sell shells?

As long as those who can kill and save people are within the scope of arms dealers, think about it, wholesale super soldiers, the Savior Company will be the monster that opened Pandor's Box, and it is also definitely the top power in the world. !

Tang Dao smiled, "Don't worry, of course I understand, but I'm curious, is the gene editing technology on your side very mature?"

Herman also laughed, "Of course not, the secrets of the human body are not so easy to conquer. If there are really so many mutants, then the mutant brothers would have dominated the world long ago, and they can't sit like eagles." It is unrealistic to fly like a leopard or run as fast as a leopard, at most it is to strengthen their perception, vision, hearing or coordination, I prefer to call them enhanced people."

"So, they can also be killed by bullets?" Tang Dao shut up immediately after asking this question, because he saw the strange and surprised eyes of the other party, which made him feel that he was despised in the biological chain .

Herman: "It is impossible for the human body to replace industrial products. Otherwise, what is the use of scientific progress? It is better to use cold weapons directly. Gene editing is just to satisfy the desires of some people. They are also poor people...Of course, this is sociology I haven't researched the problem."

In other words, bullets can kill!

Tang Dao was also amused by himself, did he really think it was Marvel?

It's just the director's idea to be able to turn into a superman and fly around by being injected with a gene needle. Human beings may have such a day, but Tang Dao specified that he couldn't see it.

But if you work hard, it's pretty cool to borrow an exoskeleton to fly.

"Okay, I'm going to do my experiment, my little cuties must be hungry today." Herman looked at his watch and said.

Tang Dao's expression changed, "May I know what your experiment is?"

"Of course." Herman was happy to share with the big money. Who made Tang Dao rich? Although the billions of dollars only cost him a few weeks, it also solved the urgent need, and it was better than his partner Newton wanted. It is better to share the technology with those chaebols. Will the capitalists who get the technology make a fortune?

A capitalist who doesn't want to make money is like a JV who wants to be good!

"My experiment is to cultivate monsters!"

"monster?"

Tang Dao first thought of Godzilla, which is a very famous monster in Europe and America.

"It's just a beast with some complex functions." Herman wanted to continue talking, but suddenly a communicator-like thing on his wrist kept making noises. He glanced at it and became anxious, "Stop talking, experiment Something happened in the room."

The projection frequency closed immediately and disappeared.

Tang Dao looked at the other party's nervous look, don't let the "monster" inside run out, of course, even if he runs out, it doesn't matter what happens to him, can monsters still cross dimensions?

Even Herman didn't figure it out, the formation and disappearance of dimensions.

Tang Dao looked at the other contactable personnel, thought for a while, and held on. As an intervener who deviated from the fixed track, he himself had a particularly big change, and Herman was relatively kind. If you What if you meet someone who kills the whole family at every turn?

Tang Dao would be scared.

Violence won't solve anything, he's a nuclear peace ambassador.

He felt that this place in London didn't seem safe, and he had to go back to Somalia. The 300mm caliber gave him a sense of security, and the missiles with a radius of more than 400 kilometers allowed him to sleep peacefully.

London…

Heaven for the rich.

I am just a poor man chasing his dream.

As for what dream?

I just want to be a good person.

…

Night always falls on London, no matter how busy the city is during the day.

Crime is everywhere.

West Midtown neighborhood.

A clean three-story building. Bruce stood on the roof. He wanted to overlook it, but found that he was the cow and horse being overlooked by the surroundings. He took this Pepsi and looked at four or five black people who were besieged not far downstairs. A white woman snatched the bag from her and ran away.

He is not in the habit of acting bravely.

Instead, I was thinking that those black people were simply idiots, that woman's pants were Chanel, and a pair would cost at least a thousand dollars, if she was ripped off.

"never mind…"

Bruce saw that the white woman below had pulled out a pistol from behind and was shooting randomly in the street, so he stopped, because he just didn't want to bully women.

He shook the coke can, it was empty, and there was not even the sound of air crashing. Bruce threw it downstairs a little helplessly, and it took about a while before it made a sound.

"Another boring day!" He put on his coat and hood, walked around the water tank with his pockets in his pockets, and was about to go down from the roof. When he opened the iron gate, he saw a person standing opposite him. Before he could react, This chest is really short.

"Fack!" Bruce hugged his chest and rolled into a shrimp, his face flushed. Based on his experience, the rib must be broken, who is it! He opened his eyes, wanting to see who dared to touch him.

This generation, Bruce's club has the final say, of course he is a horse boy.

He didn't go out to play because the boss gave him a sum of money to hide, but did Bruce think there was any place safer than under the nose of his own organization? did not go far...

On the ground, he saw all leather shoes and all suits.

"Where is Matilda, Bruce." Someone obviously knew him and called out his name, which made Bruce startled, raised his head, and fixed his eyes on the speaker, his face suddenly embarrassed.

fraternity!

The muscles on Bruce's face were trembling, and he was also terrified in his heart, what are you kidding? When did the boss offend the other party?

"Where is Matilda? The godfather wants to invite him to have a cup of coffee." The person who asked emphasized again.

"At his mistress' house in West London." Bruce explained naturally, what brotherhood, QNMD!

The inquiring person pulled down his suit pants, squatted down, the moonlight shone on his face, his face was full of beards, but the water chestnut clearly had a masculine charm, he patted Bruce's face, and the latter had to force a smile, "I...I didn't offend the fraternity, I've been very honest recently."

"Really? Where did you go this afternoon?"

Bruce's face froze. In the afternoon, the eldest brother took them to do a vote. I heard that as long as one person was killed, it would be enough, and those guards were just unknown people. They rushed over and shot and killed several people. This task very simple.

It was only ten minutes before and after, or twenty minutes at most.

At that time, the boss was also very straightforward in giving money. Each person gave 10,000 US dollars and went out to hide first. He also told Bruce that he was going to his mistress's house to pack things, so he just mentioned it.

Could it be...the gang in the afternoon belonged to the fraternity?

Bruce thought it was just an ordinary killing and running away. If he knew who he had offended, would he keep it?

Bruce raised his head in disbelief, and the other party smiled politely, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's all right, it'll be soon." After speaking, Bruce stood up, and when he saw that he was retreating, Bruce softened, reaching out to protect the other party , but the horse standing on the side is faster, aiming at the forehead and pulling the trigger!

Boom!

Snapped…

The flame of the lighter ignitedLighted a cigarette, blew it into the air, didn't even look at Bruce, who was already dead, and said, "It's too late to find Maltida, Godfather, etc. It's time for a break, and the coffee is cold."

"I'll take people there right away." A strong man behind said in a muffled voice. Seeing that the elder brother didn't answer, he turned around and left with the people.

There are many big brothers in the fraternity, but only one godfather!

The Savior Company's firm foothold is naturally related to them. Similarly, the development of the Brotherhood is also inseparable from Tang Dao's support.

20% off any weapon!

Occasional funding, including exoskeletons.

In Mexico, the Brotherhood equipped with this weapon can basically communicate with those big flour merchants, sit down and drink afternoon tea and chat normally, at least there will be no urge to get up suddenly and shoot you.

The godfather said he wanted a cat.

They dare to catch leopards!

Pretty much the same anyway.