"Some people say that as long as you are big enough, you can make up for the problem of poor brain function. I guess you did it, Gluttony." Tang Ji walked step by step towards the city center, which is also the main direction of the meat carpet gathering: "I know it is
You, I'm glad you still remember me."
A dull roar came from the direction of the city center, as if in response to Tang Ji.
"You seem to be in big trouble again." Wu Qianying suddenly connected, and the virtual avatar appeared directly on Tang Ji's tactical eyepiece.
"You mean Annie?" Tang Ji's originally imposing footsteps suddenly stopped. Although it was only for a moment, it was indeed chaotic.
"I mean fifteen kilometers ahead of you, there is a big guy that is growing rapidly." Wu Qianying's tone was calm, but the next sentence immediately followed: "But since you took the initiative to mention it, we can have a good time after you come back.
Let’s talk.”
Along with Wu Qianying's words, real-time effects from the satellite also appeared in Tang Ji's eyepiece.
A high-rise building that once belonged to humans is now surrounded by a substance that makes up a carpet of flesh. The entire building looks like some kind of monster from a Christian novel.
The scarlet fleshy skin covered the entire building, and every window had a huge eyestalk, or tentacle, that was more than ten meters long protruding from it.
Centered on this building, the entire city of Toronto, with a population of more than two million people, is moving here, with a total mass estimated to exceed 140,000 tons.
"Do you know what the mass of 140,000 tons is?" Wu Qianying asked, but before Tang Ji could answer, she answered by herself: "The Princess Diana you have seen before only weighed less than 120,000 tons."
It weighs 10,000 tons, and it’s steel with a higher density.”
"If it completes the aggregation in a cylindrical shape, we may see a huge thing with a height of more than 600 meters and a diameter of 100 meters." Wu Qianying's tone was full of expectation: "If it is really gluttonous, maybe it can really rely on
The body is immune to all harm in the world, which would be a true biological wonder."
"So?" Tang Ji tried to imagine the scene outlined by Wu Qianying, but he couldn't match the word "spectacle" between such a curious thing on the eyepiece.
"So, if you can't solve the problem within two hours and thirty minutes, Mikkelsen will smash the most powerful nuclear weapon he has on hand, and then pray that it can kill this suspected gluttonous creature." Wu Qianying
Finally concluded: "If this thing really happens, it proves that the players have mastered a method that we have no way to deal with and can only let the other party blackmail us, just like you."
"I'll try my best." Tang Ji hung up the communication, and then started running straight into the air, as fast as a high-speed train passing by, and there was a harsh howling sound in the neighborhood.
At the same time, Markarian was sitting in his office, looking at the images sent back from the scene with a poker face.
Why did this kind of accident happen? Who is behind it? Is it a problem with the biological weapons themselves, or is this batch of weapons contaminated by humans? Or is the will of the world controlling the situation?
Sitting opposite him was the leader of the Naturalized Organization, and they were responsible for the project named the Corpse Project.
At this time, the leader of the organization, who had a mustache and was a late populist and later anti-populist political leader in COS, was looking at the patterns on the table with a serious face.
Although he has a serious master's degree of 800 years, his major is writing sociology and reading aristocratic investment. He obviously has no constructive opinions on this kind of accident.
He and Markarian stared at each other, and the air was full of embarrassment. As the leader of the organization, his subordinate scientific research team had made achievements and was appreciated by the descendants, so naturally it was his turn to show his face.
Who would have thought that such an accident would happen, so in order to get valuable information, they could only wait for the real person in charge of the project to arrive immediately and give an explanation.
Markarian looked at the video images on the desktop with some irritation. Although he was used to this kind of bureaucracy in the mother world, as the executioner of the Supreme Being, he always enjoyed privileges.
Unexpectedly, he had to adapt to his native environment here, and this was not the first time Markarian had expressed dissatisfaction with the naturalized forces.
"I remember I said that what I wanted to see was the actual person in charge of this project." Markarian felt that he had to say something, otherwise the body would die of hypertension sooner or later.
"I am the actual person in charge of the project. It is clearly written in the project book, Lord Markarian." When the topic came to the scope of rights, the other party behaved very professionally: "I am responsible for the allocation of funds for the entire project.
, as well as the site and logistics of the scientific research unit, ensuring the food, clothing, housing and transportation for the 39 people in the entire project.”
"That's enough, get out." Markarian pointed to the door: "While I still have patience."
"Lord Markarian, you don't respect me." The leader stood up angrily and slammed the table: "Our organization is powerful! The relationship between us is cooperation, not submission!"
As he said this, he turned around and left. The whole process was so smooth that when Markarian was about to show off his arrogance as a player, the other player had already disappeared without a trace.
"Idiot! Waste! Idiot!" Markarian vented his dissatisfaction. The pioneers were unable to take the initiative in this world, so they had to rely more on the power of naturalized people. The relationship between the two parties was
A very serious injury.
Just like just now, there are many naturalized organizations that are now trying to determine their rights and status in front of the players.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Following several rhythmic and comfortable knocks on the door, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle but meticulously combed his hair walked in.
"I am Hofheim, the person in charge of the Corpse Project." Hofheim sat opposite Markarian and took out a book that looked thicker than a dictionary from his old-fashioned backpack.
Description text: "This is a catalog of all the 114 years of information on the entire project from 1940 to the present."
"I don't need to know such details. I just want to know, is the current situation in Toronto what you expected?" Markarian turned the screen to Hofheim.
The living building on the screen was trying to attack the drones and helicopters surrounding it. Reporters who were not afraid of death even dared to encourage the pilot to get closer to the surface of the building, less than 20 meters away, to take photos at close range.
Because now more than 500 million people around the world are watching the live broadcast. To be fair, since the Battle of Paris, although there have been new big news in the world from time to time, it is still somewhat inferior to the scenes of the Battle of Paris.
mean.
The audience's pursuit of excitement is endless. When this era begins to accelerate, people's hearts begin to become impetuous, and everyone is eager for the next big news.
This is a morbid need, but what happened in Toronto undoubtedly meets this morbid need in all aspects.
"I'm sorry, but this is not within our expected results." Hofheim gave a serious answer: "In fact, we were completely unprepared for this, it happened so suddenly."
"The only thing that can cause this kind of mutation is cells from people with [cancer recovery] ability. After we obtained this sample, we tried to add parts that would allow the corpse to have self-healing ability, but unfortunately we failed.
Yes." Hofheim shook his head: "That special kind of cancer cells can only proliferate in living objects, and they have no response to inanimate objects."
"It now appears that the potential of this substance is far beyond our imagination." Hofheim finally concluded: "I'm sorry, it was our mistake that caused this accident."
Macalyan sighed, this was what he wanted to ask, these damn naturalized people had indeed added the characteristic of gluttony.
In principle, he hopes that Gluttony can return to the world, because the pioneers relied on Gluttony to build an industrial superhuman production line. If they can imprison it again
But Markarian doesn't like this feeling of being surprised or frightened. If he had known that this biological weapon had such a use, he could have done it quietly in a border town where no one was paying attention.
Secondary recovery work for gluttony.
Instead of using a trump card that can be used as a trump card as a pawn across the river like now, throwing it out to test the opponent's reaction.
"If you are given another chance, can you reproduce such a mutation?" Markarian asked with some anticipation.
"Sir, the Corpse Project is a careful plan that has lasted for more than a hundred years. Whenever new variables are introduced, we will conduct repeated experiments." Hofheim flipped the thick catalog to the back:
"Here are the time stamps and introductions to all experiments."
"After introducing the cells of new [cancer recovery] users, we conducted six experiments. The number of people participating in the experiment ranged from one person to the last one, a total of 54,928 people participated. The results were the same.
, no mutation occurred.”
"So I think that the conditions that ultimately lead to the emergence of mutations are orders of magnitude." Hofheim stated his hypothesis, but his tone made it easy for people to believe that this was the final result: "It is the chain reaction caused by the order of magnitude of the corpse.
, perhaps only the existence of millions of corpses can trigger this kind of fusion mutation."
"But I think even you, who can represent the entire Advent force, will have a hard time finding an area where we can try." Hofheim frowned: "And after knowing what happened in Toronto,
After the disaster, more than half of my team members chose to leave, and some people took some samples with them when they escaped."
"The organization is hunting down those defectors, but we all know where they have gone." Hofheim adheres to the simple values of a scientific researcher, which is to be straightforward: "It is certain that our enemies have obtained samples of the Corpse Project.
, the only good news is that so far we have not developed the so-called antidote."
"This is a city where we have the ability to control the water supply chain and has a population of more than one million. You can choose it now." Markarian casually wrote a piece of paper full of place names and pushed it over: "I just
You are asked to start immediately."
"But the cluster consciousness you want has already awakened in Toronto. Even if we launch the experiment in the second location, I'm afraid it won't be able to come to two places at the same time." Hofheim did not take the note, but took a step back.
: "And you can't leave such an important choice to me. This is not a pressure I should bear."
Over the years, Hofheim's experiments may have caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, but if someone investigates his resume, they will find that he is hardly connected to anything, and all the documents that need to be signed are signed by other people.
.
He doesn't care about the life and death of millions in a city, but he doesn't want to get his hands dirty either.
"Besides, those defectors also caused damage to the laboratory before they left. We need at least two weeks to return to the original level, and then it will take forty-five days to carry out new cultivation work." Hofheim said.
The question was pushed back to Markarian: "In addition, the incubation period of this weapon in the human body is three days. Even if all conditions are met, we still need to wait seventy-two hours to get results."
This attitude of "I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet" made Markarian feel even more disgusted. He really wanted to kill the old bastard in front of him with a single shot.
"Do this well, and your organization will be taken over by you." Makalian had no choice but to use his most common tactics before.
"No, thank you for your kindness, but I refuse." Hofheim shook his head decisively. The consciousness of participating in a tragedy that killed millions of people is completely different from that of leading such a tragedy.
On average, he can take away 200 million as pocket money from research institutions every year. If he became the leader of the organization, he would probably not make as much as he does now.
Others don't know it, but Hofheim himself has obtained a quota as a cutting-edge project researcher in the Phoenix project, and can get at least twenty cubic meters of living space for free.
If the Phoenix Project Review Team got wind of what he was doing here, they would most likely tear up their votes.
After all, the Phoenix City Plan would only move hundreds of thousands of people when fully calculated. This number is not enough for his usual experimental mistakes.
"That's enough! Get out!" Markarian repeated this sentence for the second time, and then looked straight at the screen.
On the screen, the building that contains at least one-third of the city's flesh and blood material is now completely invisible. A heartbeat like thunder can be heard from it, as if announcing that a great life form is here.
gestate.
Then, Markarian saw that troublesome figure again - Tang Ji appeared in the square in front of the building.
The carpet of meat that originally covered the square spread instantly, leaving him with a huge empty area fifty meters in diameter.