Chapter 468: Transplantation and Chess Pieces, Frozen City (4k)
"Mass-production of high-end acquired hybrids? How is this possible?" Su Enxi was so shocked that she almost jumped up, and the potato chips in her hand spilled all over the floor: "Can there be any benefits to having AIDS?"
"Benefits?" The boss shook his head slightly, "For ordinary people, AIDS is naturally fatal, but for those behind the scenes, AIDS has become a perfect carrier. HIV will attack the immune system in the human body, causing immunity
defects, which actually created an ideal environment for their experiments without the need for matching."
"No matching required?" Su Enxi thought thoughtfully, seeming to realize something, but still a little unbelievable: "Is it because of this?"
"Yes." The boss continued to explain, "In normal organ transplant surgery, matching is a crucial step, because different blood types and tissue types may cause severe rejection reactions."
"But the immune systems of AIDS patients are extremely weak and will hardly reject the transplanted organs. In this way, they can transplant the bone marrow of high-end mixed-race cloned embryos into AIDS patients without worrying about matching.
The problem."
"For example, in bone marrow hematopoietic stem cell transplantation, the probability of a successful match usually ranges from tens to hundreds of thousands of times, but AIDS patients can receive almost any bone marrow match. In addition, cloned organs with specific genes deleted
, it also minimizes the possibility of rejection reaction.”
"This..." Su Enxi's eyes widened, "It is said that Siegfried used the fetal blood of a high-level ancient dragon to flush his body, and under the 'dragon blood baptism', his bloodline advanced... But the dragon
What can be done by similar fetal blood, can hybrid fetal blood also be able to do it?”
"It's not fetal blood, but specially cultured bone marrow hematopoietic stem cells."
The boss continued to explain, "After transplanting the bone marrow of high-level hybrids, the blood systems of these AIDS patients will be completely replaced. With 'dragon blood' flowing through them, they will evolve into high-level hybrids with acquired defects."
"Defects?" Su Enxi asked.
"Yes, side effects." The boss's voice was a little deeper: "This evolution is not perfect. After all, they have only reached the standard of high-level hybrids in terms of blood. Although they have restored a certain degree of immunity, their body's
Other places have not yet had time to catch up, and if they are not in the early growth stage, the degree of improvement will be limited."
"Normally, their blood will thicken and their blood pressure will rise significantly, which can easily lead to the formation of blood clots. But what's interesting is that some of them may also have hemophilia because of the problems in their coagulation function.
Obstacles will offset the side effects in this area."
The blood is too viscous, and boiling of dragon's blood will produce high temperature and high pressure. This is one of the rare disadvantages of mixed-race species compared to ordinary people, or a price that has to be paid. Many elderly mixed-race species with high bloodlines suffer from cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases.
disease, the organs slowly fail.
Kuaishou Henkel is one example. He exercised too little in his old age, which led to arteriosclerosis and other problems. However, he was cured by Zhao Qing who was passing by.
According to the examination of modern imaging technology, many ancient Egyptian mummies suffered from such diseases during their lifetimes. The identities of these ancient corpses were royal nobles, proving that ancient Egypt was a country dominated by high-level mixed-race species at that time.
"Aggravating the disease? It turns out that mass production of hybrids requires so many restrictions." Su Enxi was dumbfounded. She had never thought that such a complex biological experiment would be carried out secretly: "Other than this, it should
Are there other flaws?"
"That's right." The boss added: "Because the brain tissue has not evolved, the mental strength of these acquired hybrids is far inferior to that of blood descendants under normal conditions. Not only is the power of the spirit spirit low, but the probability of falling out of control is also very high.
If it is too high, it will most likely irreversibly lose consciousness and eventually turn into a monster that only knows how to kill."
"Deadpool transformation? This is simply..." Su Enxi's voice trembled: "Why did they do this?"
"To explore the unknown, for strength." The boss's voice was full of emotion: "There are always people in this world who want to go further, and for this reason they strictly adhere to the principle of cannibalism...even if the cost is destruction."
"For those forces behind the scenes, they never care about these side effects, because they only need to reduce the cost of these experimental subjects, and allow them to demonstrate powerful power in a short period of time and use them as one-time biological weapons."
Su Enxi took a deep breath, realizing the huge risks behind this: "So, what will happen to these experimental subjects..."
"They are just pawns, pawns sacrificed by the forces behind the scenes to explore new powers."
There was a hint of helplessness in the boss's tone, "In this game, no one is the real winner. Whether it is the secret party, the dragons, or the ordinary people who are used as experimental subjects, they are just pawns on the chessboard.
"
Su Enxi was silent for a long time. She looked out the window, and the firelight reflected on her face. Her expression was complicated and unclear: "Do I need to continue to pursue this incident? At present, I have mobilized hundreds of people, all of whom are on standby in London."
"Very good." There was a hint of appreciation in the boss's voice, "You have always been my most effective assistant. However, you must also be careful. The power of the forces behind the scenes is far beyond your imagination. There is no need to conflict with them head-on.
, it’s best to rely on the help of others.”
"Find the powerful factor that disrupts the world line?" Su Enxi thought thoughtfully: "Boss, are there any clues about this new force? The other party should also be in London. How can we contact it?
"
"Now pick up a telescope and stare at the scene outside the window in the direction of the church. You may understand." The boss hung up the phone.
Telescope? Su Enxi put down her cell phone and glanced around the room, but couldn't find it for a while. Suddenly, she noticed a spare AW50 sniper rifle left by her companion Mai Shutoku in the corner, and went over to remove the scope.
, holding it in hand and looking into the distance.
After adjusting the focus, her vision gradually became clearer to the bombed-out church in the distance. Ruins were everywhere, with tilted spires and broken walls. The rain and fog were still hazy, but they could not hide the traces of the fierce battle.
Many wounded people were staggering away with difficulty. Their clothes were torn, their faces were covered with dust and blood, and they were full of fear and exhaustion. The attacks of the foreign hybrids were still fierce, and some people kept falling.
But at this moment, the low clouds seemed to be shaken by some force and trembled slightly. Then, a piece of tiny ice crystals fell diagonally. They were intertwined with the rain, making it difficult to distinguish, just like a sudden snow.
hail.
Part of the ice crystals directly hit the alien hybrid, killing it on the spot, and the body shattered into countless tiny ice shards; while the other part of the ice crystals turned into gel, falling softly and covering the wounds of the wounded, causing them to
The bleeding was quickly stopped.
Su Enxi's pupils shrank, and she felt the powerful power contained in these ice crystals. This was not a simple natural phenomenon, but a mysterious force controlling everything.
She remembered her boss's words and had some guesses in her mind, so she put down the scope and made another call.
…
At the same time, in the reception room, Zhao Qing heard Shi Yiguang's idea of rescuing innocent wounded people. His heart moved slightly, and he broke away from the state of remote control of the Xuanbing Crystal Cloud Platform. The sound transmission told her: Don't worry, in fact.
I'm already saving.
There may be some evil-doing people among the upper echelons of the secret party, but as far as the executive department commissioners are concerned, even individual young people who come to gild most of their tasks are to eliminate dragon-related dangers. They have contributed to the people and can
Save nature, save the previous one.
That's it! Shi Yiguang smiled faintly, quite trusting Zhao Qing's arrangement, and quickly replied via voice message. After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and opened his phone, and sure enough he saw the prepared response plan just posted on it:
Go and investigate with people from the secret party, and take the opportunity to make an agreement on military support...
"The gray fog filling the elevator looks like the entrance to Nibelungen."
After glancing twice, she raised her head and calmly pointed out this important information: "It is said that London was once threatened by the first generation of dragon kings in the early 15th century, and it is likely that a lost Nibelung was left behind. Perhaps
Is this the channel that connects fictional space and reality?”
"Nibelungen, also called Niflheim, is also called the 'Land of Fog' and 'Land of Death' in Nordic mythology. Mist must be an important feature of the Nibelungen - this may be the modern secret party.
The existence of the Nibelungs was confirmed for the first time, albeit in the form of the accidental loss of hundreds of commissioners."
Ange looked at Shi Yiguang and felt that he had some impression, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't quite remember: "According to legend, those who can enter the Nibelung are those chosen by the dragon. From this point of view, the attack
The author may have reached some degree of cooperation with the dragons."
This was a simple mental interference exerted by Zhao Qing, which produced a face-blindness effect similar to that in a vampire club, or a gestalt collapse, making it impossible for outsiders to fully identify Shi Yiguang, who was once judged to be a dragon.
"Most of them have set up an ambush in the Land of the Dead, just waiting for the commissioners to fall into their trap."
Mr. Turing's face looked a little ugly: "But the most important thing is that the other party seems to have mastered our intelligence and chose to launch the attack during the peak period of oil futures trading. Otherwise, the London branch would never be helpless to fight back."
"Trying to force a large group of people into the Nibelungen seems like holding a black magic ritual. The most likely thing is a blood sacrifice. For example, a batch of hybrids are fed to the ancient dragon to speed up its hatching process, and
Or to restore space in the Nibelungs..."
Next to her, Elizabeth privately read the information provided by her own staff: "No force will suddenly launch an attack on the secret party without any reason. To do this, a large number of high-level hybrids with hidden identities will be exposed and consumed. The enemy must have their own purpose.
"
So what is the purpose? Is it coming towards the secret party, or is there another goal?
Zhao Qing was deep in thought, thinking that this might be a plan to lure the enemy deeper, and wanted to use the Nibelung's terrain advantage to concentrate on destroying himself. After all, under the normal timeline, this kind of thing should not happen, that is,
It is said that the enemy may have come up with this conspiracy because of his influence.
Of course, it is not ruled out that the enemy is using the local lost Nibelungs to strengthen their power, trying to obtain its resources, and pull out a deadpool or even a dragon army inside to launch a fierce attack outside.
Considering that there are many large-scale mixed-race organizations in the UK, and different forces have their own plans, which can affect the whole body, the relationship behind this recent series of events may be quite complicated.
It is worth mentioning that the London branch is apparently an outsourcing company of MI5, mainly providing information technology support, and there are also a large number of temporary employees of MI5. It has been attacked by terrorists, which will obviously cause the British government to
fate.
She was thinking secretly in her heart, her expression was calm, and she sensed two flickering light spots in the distance.
It was a mental imprint left by Zhao Qing when he met the Executive Department Commissioner at the club. He originally intended to use it to locate the London branch, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.
Dragon 2BJ Metro Nibelungen, Su Enxi, and Jiu De Mai can see the situation inside it through circuit monitoring. This kind of sword intention brand that has just been separated can naturally do similar things.
It also shows that the Nibelungen here is not in a state of deep idle lock.
"By the way, I remember you sent me an email earlier. What was the content in it? Do you have anything important to discuss?"
When Zhao Qing was silently responding, Ange seemed to suddenly think of something. Thinking that the secret party would be unable to mobilize enough strength in a short period of time and was in urgent need of support, he struck up a conversation with her.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is obvious that he did not notice Zhao Qingfa’s past spiritual cultivation papers at all, probably because he has been too busy recently, but Fingel’s unreliability is undoubtedly among them.
played some role.
…
At the same time, in the elevator that somehow had an unusually large capacity and held hundreds of traders, the metal walls of the car reflected a cold sheen under the dim light.
The cable made a squeaking sound on the pulley at the top of the elevator. Thousands of meters of cable hung, winding above the clouds, as if connecting reality and the unknown world.
As the elevator slowly descended, the surrounding light became dimmer and dimmer, as if shrouded in a thick layer of fog. The specialists' heartbeats accelerated involuntarily. They tightly held the only equipment in their hands, guessing where the end of the elevator would be.
Suddenly, the elevator door disappeared inexplicably the moment it passed through the clouds. The entire elevator seemed to have turned into an old-fashioned Paternoster doorless elevator. The inner wall of the car became rusty, as if it had experienced thousands of years of damage.
The erosion of time.
People in the elevator exchanged looks in surprise, not knowing what this sudden change meant. They could only stay together as much as possible in the cold wind blowing in from high altitude to avoid accidents.
Through the original portal, the clouds outside gradually became thinner, and the scenery below gradually became clearer. When the elevator passed through the last layer of thin clouds, a desolate pier came into view.
The commissioners' hearts sank suddenly. The scene here was quite similar to the London they knew, but it was completely different.
In the residential area of the pier, ancient buildings are scattered in an orderly manner, tall chimneys, exquisite brick exterior walls and exquisitely carved doors and windows, all telling the prosperity and splendor of that era. The style of London at the end of the 19th century is preserved here, but it is
Changed by ice and snow.
Ice edges hang down from the eaves and windows, shining with an icy light. The entire dock seems to have been frozen for a long time, and time has frozen here, forming a quiet and desolate picture.
When the elevator slowly landed, the commissioners walked out one after another. The stone road under their feet had become slippery, and every step needed to be done carefully.
They looked around and saw ships moored quietly on the frozen river in the distance. The flags on the masts had long since frozen into ice and lost their former colors.
There was no one on the pier, only the occasional falling snowflakes and the howling cold wind made people feel the dead silence and coldness here.
One of the ships attracted people's attention. Someone recognized it - the ironclad USS Warrior built in 1861. This once majestic battleship now lies quietly on the frozen river, with the iron armor on the hull covered with
Covered in ice and snow, it looked particularly desolate.
"Is this...really London?" A young commissioner asked with a trembling voice: "Where on earth have we come?"