At only about seven or eight years old, he has grown into a super strong man weighing more than 400 pounds with gnarled muscles. From this, it seems that the other party must have mastered some kind of accelerated growth technology that can affect humans or hybrids?
Zhao Qing was thoughtful, and couldn't help but think of the Genji brothers in Black Swan Port. It only took less than thirteen years for the Genji brothers to grow from a frozen embryonic state to the current 18-year-old appearance. This growth rate is quite abnormal.
Most of them involve similar means.
Theoretically speaking, the growth and development rate of humans is much slower than that of other animals of the same size. For example, pigs only need one year to mature, and tigers only need four or five years. However, chimpanzees, who are also primates,
For gorillas, it takes about 10 to 12 years.
The reason for this is roughly related to nutrient supply and brain development. In order to support the rapid development of the brain, the growth rate of other parts of the human body has to make certain sacrifices.
Research shows that more than half of the energy of infants and young children is used to support the growth of the brain and the formation of neuronal connections. This process not only requires a large amount of nutritional support, but also requires the accumulation of time to ensure the perfection and complexity of the neural network.
Assuming that through gene editing and the assistance of exogenous hormones, the growth and development speed of humans can be brought closer to that of other animals, then except that the brain may not be able to keep up, and the intellectual development is slightly delayed, there may not be any big problems.
Considering the average high IQ of hybrids, and the fact that training to become a warrior does not require overly complicated thinking and there is no need to receive normal education, it is completely understandable that such genetically modified people can be used after five or six years of growth.
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I don’t know if there is relevant research information in this secret underground stronghold? What kind of technology does the Solomon Temple still have in reserve? Now that the knight attendants have appeared, can the official knights be far behind?
Zhao Qing's thoughts moved slightly. Feijian, who had already arrived at the ninth floor underground, quietly began to search through the walls. He cut into various password boxes placed nearby as if no one was watching, and "read" the paper information inside as if scanning.
While her thoughts were swirling, those tall "knight attendants" had already begun to take further actions. Among them, several armored giants took half a step back, took out several magnetic broadsword mines from the combat backpack behind them, and threw them into the air.
The installation is adsorbed on the outside of the buckler.
Then he looked at the corpses of the killers whose bodies were smashed by steel balls on the ground around them. It was obvious that the swords and shields of these guys were the product of a combination of hot and cold weapons. The former was anti-armor and the latter was anti-infantry. They worked really well together.
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"Stop! Stop! Stop! We surrender!" When he saw the two attendants raising the bucklers on their left arms and pointing them at the hole in the wall diagonally above, about to detonate the broadsword mine, Fingal was immediately frightened.
His hands were trembling, and the heavy sniper seemed to have lost weight. He was thrown aside feebly. He raised his hands high and a flattering smile appeared on his face: "I can provide you with the information you need! Let me go!"
"Intelligence?" an attendant who looked like the leader asked doubtfully. He inserted the Scottish broadsword into the ground, took an M203 automatic grenade launcher handed by his companion, and pointed the black muzzle directly at Fingel.
, with a firm tone:
"Sorry, we only need to leave one alive, and you seem to be more of a threat."
"It's too stereotypical, buddy!" Fingel's expression changed drastically. Suddenly, he dwarfed his body, quickly put his left arm on the ground, and swept his right leg violently. The gravel on the ground was swept up by him, forming a fan-shaped dust mist.
, to act as a cover, blocking everyone’s sight.
In this brief chaos, he was almost lying on the ground. His body turned over violently, breaking away from the enemy's gaze. His right elbow hit hard on the large crack in the floor that had just been blasted, "Boom
"A loud noise shook the entire space.
A cement board more than half a meter thick and weighing five or six tons was separated and collapsed. Immediately afterwards, Fingel's legs popped out like springs and kicked the sides of the cement board continuously, causing it to move towards the wall with the sound of howling wind.
The positions of several attendants fell diagonally downwards.
The thickest side of the cement board is facing the enemy, pressing down like a hill, and the broken steel bars on it are exposed like the hair of a hedgehog, which is beyond the strength of the physical body.
At this moment, a high-explosive bomb exploded in the dust and fog. The huge shock wave distorted the air and collided with the cement board, weakening its power. In addition, several attendants raised their arms.
He even used a round shield to offset it, but he didn't suffer much loss.
However, Fingel had already taken advantage of the chaos and jumped to the next level. He shuttled between the ruins vigorously, stretched his arms, and tore off half of the exoskeleton system connected to the multi-stage detonation tungsten steel armor-piercing sword.
He wrested a large sword from the hands of a knight's attendant.
He grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, spun his body, raised the sword and struck at the original owner. The servant never expected such a change, and he only had time to utter a cry of surprise before being carried away by the force of the sword.
Fingel took the opportunity to fumble and activated the detonation mode. The tip of the sword suddenly burst out with blazing light. He stabbed it hard and penetrated the chest of another attendant. With a loud noise and an explosion of blood mist, the first
The two attendants fell in a pool of blood.
Realizing that the target's strength was far beyond imagination, the remaining attendants saw this and detonated the broadsword mines embedded in their shields. Thousands of 3.2 mm steel balls ejected crazily in the confined space, as if an attack was coming.
metal storm.
But Fingel was only torn into pieces of his combat uniform, and the clothes inside left small charred pits. However, there was no damage to his skin, but his skin was stimulated to a dark blue color, as if covered with an indestructible layer.
of armor.
Faced with this violent attack, Fingel showed no fear. Instead, he charged forward, brandishing his heavy sword, and smashed the knees of the two attendants through the scales with skillful blunt blows. Then he was supported by
The remaining swords and shields were intercepted.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhao Qing, who was also facing the threat of steel balls, gently stretched out his hand to press down, as if a mountain fell out of thin air, making all enemies present feel that their muscles and bones were bearing a huge strain.
Times a hundred times, he fell to the ground in an instant, losing the power to resist.
In the space where she was located, on the walls and ceiling not far away, a group of guards clung to them, climbing silently on the walls like geckos. The moving guards, who were originally planning to launch a surprise attack, were also attracted by this
The field was affected, and they fell down one after another.
Observe carefully, the hands and feet of these stalkers are covered with tiny downy structures, showing a dark gray color. They seem to be passive speech spirits, and everyone's speech spirits are exactly the same. They are undoubtedly mass-produced low-level hybrids.
kind.
"...If it's a child, it's better not to kill him." Zhao Qing jumped into the seventh floor underground and threw a dozen balls of black ice gel, covering the mouths and noses of many enemies, slowing their breathing and causing them to faint.
She thought about it and felt that these fast-growing warriors who were less than ten years old might have been brainwashed by evil organizations since birth. They had no choice. She might as well forcefully hypnotize them to "return" to normal and transform them into their own people through mental transformation.
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"Damn! Do you need to hold on for at least 15 minutes? The missile defense system of the base has also been invaded? How to fight?" On the ninth floor underground, assistant Arnold's face was ashen, his cheeks were tense, and several muscles jumped exaggeratedly, like
It's a blade that cuts across half of the face.
His whole body was wrapped in blue-black scales and leaves, and his hands were rubbing a broad sword covered with dark golden lines. His eyes were looking towards the corridor on the left, where there was an intricate network of poisonous gas release pipes and a swarm of killer bees flying there.
Pipeline motorized access.
"There should be combat-type S-class hybrids among the invaders. Units below B-class should be careful to avoid them, and the rest should use heavy firepower to block the enemy..."
He used the walkie-talkie to order his men, walked to a control panel, and entered a dangerous program: "A team of bombers equipped with HMTD-amercury formulations have set off, all with a 15-pound charge, sub-standard
Remote control permissions will be distributed to each group leader in turn."
Farther away, cold metal beds were neatly arranged, as if they were tombstones waiting to be revitalized. The slight buzzing sound from the operation of the equipment echoed in the empty room, giving people a sense of depression and uneasiness.
Feel.
After the blue laser scanned the area, robotic arms slowly lowered from above, carrying tiny tools at the end, and accurately probed the "brainless people" on each metal bed.
The skulls of these people were brutally opened, revealing the complex electronic control chips inside. They were originally pale and silent, but with the touch of the robotic arm, the indicator lights on the chips began to flash and emit a faint red light.
With the surge of electric current, the brainless people seemed to be given life. Their eyes gradually opened, but there was no look in them. They just stared blankly ahead, and their mouths were slightly opened. Their tongues had long been removed, only
Leaving a hollow mouth.
The robotic arms completed their tasks and slowly retracted. The brainless man on the bed sat up shakily, with stiff and awkward movements, and walked toward the stairs, each step appearing to be extremely difficult.
This series of disguises makes them look more like victims of evil experiments who have just escaped, rather than terrorist suicide bombers who are about to bring disaster. This makes people subconsciously lower their vigilance - especially for those who are mostly from a privileged background.
For an S-class hybrid.
In their bodies, the signal of the time bomb has been connected to the remote console, controlling the fate of these self-destructors. As long as Arnold presses lightly, these poor guys who have long been "dead" will detonate the bombs in their bodies, taking them with them.
A devastating blow.
"I hope it won't be a last resort!" Arnold turned to look at the silver cross hanging at the corner and muttered in a low voice.
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At the same time, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sword shuttled freely through the data room. Using the sword as a medium, Zhao Qing "browsed" the top-secret files in it, searching the files piled in the corner, and soon she successfully found out about the knight squire.
clues.
It was a research report with a mixture of ancient Egyptian and Hebrew annotations: "The Latest Experimental Plan for Genetic Optimization of Mass Production of Knight Squires". It contained detailed experimental data and was illustrated with pictures and texts.
When Zhao Qing's mind connected with the tip of the sword, what caught her "eyes" was a series of complex gene names and their functional descriptions, which not only related to the strength and speed of the knights and attendants, but also related to their body structure and muscles.
Strength, bone density, etc.:
GDF-8 (myostatin), SGK1 (glucocorticoid-regulated protein kinase), SOST (bone morphoregulation protein), ACTN3 (a-actinin 3), MAOA-L (monoamine oxidase A low activity gene),
VDR (vitamin D receptor gene), FOXO3 (forkhead box protein O3)...
IGF-1 (insulin-like growth factor 1), GH (growth hormone), BDNF (brain-derived neurotrophic factor), VEGF (vascular endothelial growth factor), FGF-2 (adult growth factor), which are also mentioned repeatedly
, plays a vital role in neurodevelopment, repairing damage, enhancing immunity, etc.
The specific experimental result is that when the latest batch of trainee knights are four months old, they can do dozens of pull-ups and develop eight-pack abs, which is enough to scare countless college students.
The cost of cultivating this kind of fast-growing modified human to have combat capabilities, apart from individual scarce resources that are difficult to measure and the additional salary of researchers, adds up to only about 700,000 US dollars, which seems to be well worth it.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In addition, it is worth mentioning that many abbreviations of names are mentioned in the full text, which involves the sources of some data and research materials. Since such abbreviations retain the last name
, this can be used as a clue to pursue.
There are quite a few mixed-race families in Europe. Although they may only interact with each other on some research projects and cooperate and share some experimental data, it is enough to give people a glimpse of the darkness of the "aristocratic families" in the mixed-race world today.
A corner.
"Regulating the expression of the myostatin gene? Like the Belgian Blue cattle?"
It has to be said that these research materials on genetic modification and exogenous hormone injection, as well as the Solomon Temple's profound knowledge in human biological experiments, made Zhao Qing slightly surprised, and he got a glimpse of everyone's evolution into a "superman".
possibility.
According to her recent observations and experiments, with the blessing of her current realm and induction, in theory, Gang Qi and Zhen Qi can be woven to simulate ZFNs, TALENs, Taq DNA polymerase, Cas9 nuclease, EcoRI, BamHI, etc.
Rough molecular structures that can be used for gene editing.
Although Zhao Qing's current conventional perception has only initially entered the microscopic realm of DNA-histone fiber level, it seems that performing "surgery" on genes is not easy and takes a long time. However, once a large number of
When the true energy is transformed into this type of editing tool, it will be completely different.
To put it simply, as long as this special Qi is refined against ordinary people and circulated throughout the body, all the corresponding genes in the opponent's cells can be transformed in the direction specified by her, transforming them from normal people in one fell swoop.
Transformed into a "Superman" similar to the "Knight Squire".
The excellent genes possessed by many animals can also be reverse-transcribed and integrated into the DNA of the modified person, integrating all aspects of trait advantages to obtain its advantages.
As far as the effect is concerned, even though the upper limit is not high, the non-extraordinary genes and traits that currently exist in nature cannot significantly exceed the limits of the human body under normal conditions. However, compared with the evolution of dragon blood infection, it is undoubtedly much safer.
many.
Although there may be some side effects, you can quickly reform and try to innovate over and over again to find the most perfect solution, instead of "baptizing in dragon's blood" with a probability of success of one in a hundred thousand or one in a billion. If you fail, you will
Gradually becoming a deadpool.
In order to improve the success rate and accurately control the transformation results, the human genome project, which was started in 1990 and completed on April 15, 2003, measured 3 billion base pairs, will be Zhao Qing's major help in this project.
However, the project actually only measured 92% of the genome, and found that human genes are full of ancestral shit. This is more troublesome. It is necessary to try to find new usable genes from outstanding hybrids that are not so shit.
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Speaking of which, in the legendary dragon civilization, only a few "supremes" have the ability to "rewrite bloodlines" out of thin air. Perhaps it has a lot in common with this kind of method, and there is not much difference in essence.
"If there are knights and attendants, there will naturally be corresponding knight lords. But I didn't expect that the creatures ridden by those 'knights' of the Solomon Temple Society turned out to be the most unruly dragons, and they gave birth to huge dragon bodies.
state……"
Seeing the illustration at the end of this volume of research materials, which showed a brave man riding a dragon leading a group of attendants, Zhao Qing's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly noticed that the weapons assembled by these attendants may be more for the purpose of domesticating dragons.
purpose.
Multiple power-modified hybrids, if grouped together, may be enough to suppress the less obedient pure-blood dragons of the third generation or below - provided that the other party is shackled and cannot release the word spirit for the time being.
However, the dragon, which has the absolute upper hand in terms of bloodline and strength, will be forced to obey the knight's instructions simply by being repeatedly "abused" by armor-piercing swords and broadsword mines. If it lasts for a long time, it will permanently express its surrender.
?
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Not long ago, there were ten underground floors with its own spiritually shielding alchemical field.
After the brain transplant surgery just now, in the darkened laboratory, Dr. Wesker's eyes passed through the goggles, first scanning the "rich man" whose scalp had just been preliminarily sutured, and then looking coldly at the already shriveled body.
mixed-race baby, and then his eyes returned to where they were before.
Not only did he have no intention of awakening the "former assistant" who was in a coma, but he roughly turned the other person's body over, exposing the skin on his back. The faintly glowing alchemy scalpel rotated lightly on his fingertips and whispered.
Soliloquy:
"I'm sorry, something unexpected happened this time and you had to sacrifice something."