Tong Zheng is a person who has obtained a degree in genetic engineer, but on the planet Mandela, the black market of this planet, he also has a very famous title - "The Right Hand of God".

In fact, Tong Zheng’s right hand is not flexible and has no special abilities.

However, he has a magical ability, which is to change a person's height, appearance, and even race through the specially modified biological gene fluid.

In other words, Tong Zheng can turn a short man into a burly man, an old woman into a young girl, or even turn a human into an ugly "Tus" orc.

This ability is much more magical than ordinary plastic surgery.

In order to figure out the formula of Tong Zheng’s biological gene solution, I don’t know how many people have tried various methods.

However, no matter how they threaten and tempted them, Tong Zheng refused to disclose it.

Tong Zheng also paid a heavy price for this - his right hand, which was called "the right hand of God", was trampled or even cut off.

However, no matter how others torture him, Tong Zheng never revealed his biological gene solution formula.

Later, after Tong Zheng helped a big man complete a special task, he finally found the background and relied on it.

Since then, Tong has begun to develop rapidly on the planet Mandela.

Even many people from the alien system came to seek help from the "right hand of God" on the black market on the planet Mandela.

Tong Zheng’s good luck has been up to today.

Staying in his secret room, Tong Zheng is cultivating bacteria for a new batch of biological gene liquid.

No one knows that this kind of bacteria that seems to belong to the "probiotic" category is actually a poison.

After being caught and questioned many times, Tong Zheng knew very well that he was not so strong that he survived, but that if he had called him out, would those people silence him and his old customers would definitely tear him to pieces.

This bacteria that seems to stimulate muscles will not disappear, but will lurk in the human body.

According to Tong Zheng's estimate, at most, the muscle tissue of these people will ulcerate in fifty years, and it will irreversibly ulcerate.

Tong Zheng was not worried about this. He believed that with his own abilities, he would definitely solve this problem within fifty years.

Even if he couldn't solve it, he had already made enough money by then. If he changed his identity on the black market and moved to other planets, he could still spend the second half of his life comfortably.

The dull explosion sound interrupted Tong Zheng's yearning for future life again.

When a team of robotics rushed in, Tong Zheng was knocked out and took him out before he could tell.

Tong Zheng is not the only one who is unlucky.

On the planet Mandela and on other life planets of the Black Tantalum System, all people related to biological gene technology on the black market of this star system have been arrested.

Even a biological genetic engineer hiding in the military scientific research gene tried to hide in the military area when the robot police came to him, and the federal military and police departments rushed in without mercy.

The conflict between the federal military and military and police departments was resolved by parliament information.

Under the angry and helpless eyes of the soldiers, the Robotics took away the relatives of the military deputy general under their heavy siege.

However, when the deputy general was taken away by the black car from the subsequent "Military Supervision Bureau", the anger and helplessness of the soldiers turned into panic.

On this day, the Black Tantalum System was in chaos.

However, the Institute of Biological Genetics, which is truly related to this matter, is calm.

On the edge of the federally controlled star field, there is a triangular area.

This area is not prosperous, and few people or spacecraft even come here.

However, only those at the top of the Federation know that this triangle area is very important to the Federation.

No matter the research on weapons or biological genetic technology, nothing is absolutely safe.

If the former research is likely to cause large-scale pollution, then the latter research may kill the life of a galaxy in an instant.

Some studies that are defined as "****, whether weapons or biological genetic technology, will be carried out in the triangle area.

The ordinary people in the Federation do not know about this, and even the "Star Spirit Clan" do not know about this.

Of course, the reason why the federal government blocked this information against the "Star Spirit Clan" is also very simple.

During several invasion wars against the Zerg, the Federation saved many "Star Spirit" people from the battlefield.

The vast majority of them were returned to the "Star Spirit Clan".

But they quietly intercepted some of them.

In the triangular area, there are at least three planets and more than a dozen biological gene research institutes, and there are still some complete or incomplete experimental subjects of the "Star Spirit Clan" in their bases.

I was afraid that the "Star Spirit Clan" would know this news, so the brilliance of the "Star Alliance Network" covering the entire federal government, except for the connection of special channels exclusive to the military, did not shine here.

Salmon and his "Super Weapons" plan were carried out in this area.

The "light angle star system" in the triangular region, on this star system's only life planet, through a special military channel, the information on the investigation of the aliens by the Federal Parliament was soon passed here.

"Didi..."

A crisp prompt sounded, and James looked up at the light screen.

He twitched the corner of his mouth with expressionless expression, looking like he showed a strange smile.

He reached out and opened the message prompt icon at the corner of the light screen. When he saw the contents of the message, especially the distinctive image that was not clear enough but detailed enough, James narrowed his eyes.

He moved his hands like a smothering on the workbench. In just a few seconds, James completed the modification of this message.

"I just heard the message prompt, what's the matter?"

The office door was pushed open and a man walked in and asked.

"It's okay, Dark Star sent a message that they were going to experiment with a new type of bacterial weapon recently, so they blocked it."

James responded lightly.

"The right way is to develop super weapons with stronger attack power. Those scientists are also crazy. The Star Spirit Clan asserted that it is impossible to develop biological weapons from the genetic level to destroy the Zerg. They are full of confidence. What's the use of doing these things?"

The man said while shaking his head, then walked out.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again. James walked over and closed the door, and fell into the dark lock.

When he sat in front of the workbench again, James connected to the internal communication network. After connecting to the owner's special encryption and absolutely secure instant messaging software, his hands quickly operated on the workbench again.

An internal work report record was generated quickly, but it was not just a simple record.

If this text is arranged and filtered according to specific rules, it will show the information that really needs to be transmitted - the appearance of a different shape.
Chapter completed!