Chapter 190 189. The route to the new century (I)

Christmas comes as promised, with the snow so thick that it is difficult to open the main entrance of the port, but the Black Swan Port is getting warmer and warmer, with the indoor temperature reaching an unprecedented 28 degrees.

This is because Dr. Herzog provided the boiler room with two additional tons of fuel, so that they must burn the room as warm as spring so that the girls can dance in beautiful dresses.

He happily announced to everyone through the radio that Major Bondalev, who came from Moscow, was trying to help Black Swan Port solve the winter material problems. Since supplies were not a problem, there was no need to save so carefully. Everyone got what they wanted. The officers had liquor and cigarettes, the nurses got perfume and stockings. The children were like the children living in Moscow, wearing festival clothes, wearing leather-covered hats, eating popcorn, ice cream, and beef stewed with potatoes.

Amid the heating and music, colorful ribbons were flying, the hall was brightly lit, soldiers played the accordion, young girls sang and danced, and children made wishes around the huge Christmas tree. Dr. Herzog came to the hall, wearing black dresses and wearing beautiful rose-red tie. As the supreme ruler here, he came to offer holiday speeches.

"My dear friends, today is the most important day in Black Swan Port. Our friend from Moscow Major Bondalev has confirmed to me that our research work has been highly praised by our superiors! Soon we can go home to visit relatives in batches, and everyone here will be rewarded. You will have military medals and can go on vacation in the sea. You are the heroes of the country. Sing and dance! On this wonderful night!"

Herzog raised his glass and told everyone to raise his glass. Whether adults or children, some people say that even the children of the Soviet Union could learn to drink since childhood.

Renata stood behind the Christmas tree and watched everyone cheering. The soldiers and nurses hugged and kissed each other excitedly. It was everyone's expectation here to be able to go home to visit relatives. Dr. Herzog's promise was exciting.

But Renata didn't believe what the doctor said. Zero said that tonight was the last chance. They had made enough preparations before that, which meant that every word the doctor said tonight was a lie, and to her it sounded like the hissing of a venomous snake before the attack, which was creepy.

Dr. Herzog clinked glasses with everyone and went back to the office to continue working. The officers whispered to praise his dedication. Renata looked up at the clock in the hall and counted silently for five minutes to make sure the doctor was away. She moved carefully against the wall. No one noticed her sneakyness. The door quietly cracked a gap and was closed again. Renata successfully slipped into the corridor.

She had to look for No. 1. On this night when everyone was cheering, No. 1 still did not appear in everyone's sight. She was still locked in that No. 1 room, as if the world had forgotten her.

Time is very tight, because I don’t know when an accident will happen. Renata can actually choose to leave alone. He told her the way to escape and preparation for Zero, as long as she is willing. But since that day, Renata has accepted Zero, the omnipotent devil friend, and has made a contract of unyieldingness between each other. She is now going to fulfill the contract. Renata Evgeny Chichelin is always a serious child who can let others hand over their lives to her.

The lieutenant on duty in the boiler room fell on the duty table, holding a bottle of red vodka in his hand. A steel core bullet penetrated his heart. Bondalev stood behind the lieutenant with a Macklov pistol. Dr. Herzog lit a match and threw it into the tank filled with fuel. The raging flames rushed into the cold storage in just one second. The fire burned the thick ice, and the embryos as big as a thumb were faintly frozen in the ice.

"All of them are embryos mixed with dragon genes?" asked Bondalev.

"Products with immature technology may be out of control and there is no need to take them away." Herzog wiped the fuel from his hands. "Most of the things have been moved, and the last batch of products are taken away by us. The second generation of products is better, powerful and controllable. The next goal is the archives room, and all unnecessary information must be burned."

Bondalev put a large tank of fuel on his shoulders and walked out of the boiler room side by side with the doctor. The additional fuel allocated to the boiler room should not be used only for heating, but also for burning out the secrets that cannot be taken away.

At the end of the pier, Herzog and Bondalev turned back to look back at the Black Swan Harbor in the flames. Each window spewed out raging flames, and explosions rose and fell. No one could leave the port alive. The dance party in the hall gathered everyone together, whether it was food, wine, or the warm wind from the ventilation ducts, all of which were added to the hallucinogens comparable to drugs. People who were singing and dancing could not hear the explosion outside, and would only usher in death in their dreams.

In the twilight of flames, black shadows are slowly approaching the port. The Lenin icebreaker arrived at the last moment of his life in Black Swan Harbor. It is not here to send supplies, but to say goodbye.

The huge whistle and sound covered the wind and snow. The light column of the searchlight hit the dock. The rotor of the halo helicopter kept the snow flying all over the sky. Four men in military uniforms hung down from the hanging ladder, just like they had done in the past. They were here to help carry the last cargo.

There are not many of these things, only a few metal insulation chambers left, but Herzog kept hiding these for the end, because this is what he called the second-generation product and his most important research result. In this bloody transaction, Herzog has always regarded them as trump cards at the bottom of the box and has not been willing to take them out until now.

"A perfect second-generation product!" Herzog patted the metal insulation compartment, "It is powerful and controllable. The only problem is that I have not yet distinguished which gene fragment is controllable and which one is uncontrollable."

"You just said that the second generation is perfect." Bondalev complained.

"Don't worry, listen to me." Herzog said, "Every insulated cabin here is a child who has a gene comparison experiment. Two pairs carry two different genes. We just need to let them grow up and observe their personality and daily behavior to know who is more perfect and who is difficult to control. The latter does not mean failure. On the contrary, their power may even be above the former. If induced from a young age, it can become a reliable weapon. Even if it is a bloodthirsty dragon when it goes wild, it may turn into a bloodthirsty dragon."

"Risk always coexists with benefits." Bondalev smiled and nodded, "I may prefer crazy ones to the stable ones."

He suddenly pulled out the Makarov pistol and pulled the trigger continuously. The steel core bullets pierced through Dr. Herzog's chest one by one, tearing the aging heart into countless pieces.

Herzog vomited blood, mixed with lung fragments, and his lungs were destroyed by the way. His eyes were full of shock when he looked at Bondalev. He did not choose to believe Bondalev all, so he saved these special embryos for the end, but he still misunderstood Bondalev's purpose.

"You can't finish the research without me..." Herzog hissed.

"We didn't want to complete your research at all. You really do surpass us in some ways, but you still know too little about the dragon race itself."

There was a gorgeous golden color in Bondalev's eyes. He kicked Herzog into the snow. Although he was not a good thing, it was difficult for the villain to like another villain, so Herzog made Bondalev disgusted.

"You all heard that this is what we want. Each of the second-generation embryos artificially created by Herzog through genetic experiments is comparable to the bloodline above level A. This is a irresistible temptation for the increasingly weak hybrid species of bloodlines." Bondalev said with a smile, "Then now is the moment to share."

Everyone took off their windproof masks, and a brilliant golden color bloomed in everyone's eyes. One of them was Li Wuyue, who was just here to go through the motions. The huge investment was not from one family, but from these huge families working together and walking together with what they needed.

"This scene really makes me feel that the world war is about to happen again." Looking at these half-baked faces, Bondalev couldn't help but whistle, "The Italians, British, Germans, and Chinese are snatching things from the Soviets' institutes together. Is this a world war of mixed races?"

"Calify your taste. Italians. If you really want to mention that history, your glorious achievements have been talked about by people all over the world for many years." The only woman present was the British. The young girl had a particularly strong resistance to the handsome man who could be called a stallion and had never given Italians a good face.

She leaned over and observed the marks on the metal insulation compartment, which represented the origin of the embryo: "I really don't know how Herzog collected mixed-race genes around the world in such a ghost place, even those in remote areas like South African countries."

"It is Alexander's business, and Herzog only works." Germany is an old man. Standing in this kind of ice and snow is a challenge for any elderly person. Even if the warming facilities are done, the old man's nose is a little red, and his words are still as powerful as a young man.

"It seems that we can only take embryos that match the race. You don't want the child you took to grow up and are black." The Chinese man also began to look through the marks, and soon he became happy because Siberia's geographical location is relatively close to East and Central Asia, and the procurement is even more, and there are more embryos from this area, and he may be the most profitable person today.

Li Wuyue didn't say anything. He just followed Bondalev to confirm whether there was an old acquaintance here. He was indifferent to the trophy distribution conference and treated him coldly. In his eyes, these blood embryos that looked extremely precious in human mixed races were just clumsy imitation garbage.

The distribution of the trophy was soon over. Britain, Germany, and Italy took away two metal insulation chambers, each with an embryo for a comparison experiment. The only Chinese man got four metal insulation chambers. In addition to his choice, it was because he was also carrying an additional and special task today, which was a reward for him.

"Then we will part ways tonight, and hope we will not meet again in the days to come, lest we remember this history that we do not want to be recalled." Bondalev paid tribute to Herzog's body like a devout pastor.

No one responded to his enthusiasm, and everyone was as cold as if they were not acquainted. There were always many secrets in history that needed to be buried. Although the way to hide was to kill the insiders, they could not attack each other. Behind each other, there was extremely huge energy. If these people died here tonight, the entire mixed-race society might have collapsed, lost its leadership and constraints, and possessed a much stronger power than ordinary people. Only then would know what it would be like.

Li Wuyue and Bondalev were the first to board the halo helicopter and emit light signals toward Lenin. The remaining halo helicopters on Lenin took off immediately, each representing a different force. Bondalev's helicopter then flew in the completely opposite direction and disappeared into the night when the fire was not shining. He knew that others would do this. The Chinese man would drive Lenin back tonight, and the others had called their own forces to concentrate near Velhoyansk. Everyone had their own ways to disperse and leave. In this way, even if the spy satellite detected the explosion in Black Swan Port, it would be impossible to confirm what had happened to track so many targets at the same time.

Helicopters took off with tonight's spoils, and in the end they were the only Chinese man left, showing a helpless and bitter smile. He knew very well why he was staying to carry out that mission... In front of these ancient families, he could only be regarded as a newbie, and his current strength was not as good as others. When that plan was proposed, those unanimous eyes were destined to continue to complete the great achievements behind him.

The Chinese man picked up an ice axe and dug a hole in the ice surface. With his power, it was not difficult to accomplish this. Each blow was as powerful as a grenade explosion. The ice and snow dug out could splash more than two meters high. He needed to dig an ice hole to hide Herzog's body. At such a long distance, the vacuum bomb could not completely destroy Herzog's body, and it would only destroy Herzog's body to the point where the wound could not be identified. Then, the Alexander family who arrived later would inevitably find Herzog's identity based on the burnt bones, so that the Black Swan Port would not be truly unsurvived.

He dug out an ice cave that was completely put into Herzog, threw the body in, and covered it with snow and broken ice again. In such a cold area, the perennial snow and snow would make it buried deeper here, and it would not melt and reveal it even in the summer of the coming year.

After all this, he carried the metal insulation compartment toward the last hovering halo helicopter. The helicopter returned to Lenin, who was about to drive around the Arctic Ocean, pretending to be a survey ship passing by for scientific research, and then going to the place he should go, which would be a long journey.

The helicopter swirled up the wind and snow, and flew towards the Lenin in the flames soaring into the sky. The man turned his head and looked, with gold and flames rippling in his eyes. The Swan Port, which was located above the ice and snow, was also very beautiful when it was destroyed. Such a huge monster could feel the unique temperature even from such a distance. He couldn't help but sigh that this might be a turning point in the history of the mixed-race human race, and such a secret, when these participants died, may become a dusty history that could never be opened. It is really touching to personally participate in such a big event.

Just as the man was thinking about this, he had already returned to the Lenin, so he could not see the sound of the ice cave he had just buried, just like the spring bamboo shoots were about to break out of the ground after the rain.
Chapter completed!