The coyote leaned against the wall with great worries, hugging his hands, and although his eyes were staring at the man bombarding the boxing test machine, he didn't know where he was floating.

"That new guy must have something to hide from me."

The more the coyote thought about it, the more concerned he turned around and walked out of the martial arts hall.

"Hey! Don't leave! Practice with me again." The man who tested his fist strength shouted.

The coyote turned around and saw that the man scored more than 1,000 kilograms in every punch, and said disgusted: "Ah... you won."

The man said annoyedly: "Don't, you use weapons, we may not necessarily win or lose."

The coyote waved his hand and said, "Kelly, I have something to do, you can play it yourself."

"Come on!" Kelly refused to give in, kicked his feet, came behind the coyote like a cannonball, and punched him out.

The coyote turned around angrily, took out a giant silver pistol and shot Kelly.

"boom!"

Kelly was so scared that he quickly raised his wrist guard to block the bullet, but his whole body was still blown away.

"Bang!" On the other hand, the coyote rotated four or five times in the recoil belt, and slid out two meters under his feet and hit the wall.

"Hey, hey, I didn't let you use the 'silver teeth'!" Kelly said in a daze. After looking at the wrist guard, there was a big crater.

The coyote inserted a silver giant spear and said seriously: "Your hands are itchy, so why not beat the students. I don't have the heart to play with you."

Kelly sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "The senior students have all entered S1 one by one, so they can't beat them like before."

"Forget it, I'd better go and beat the lower-grade students."

"Hey, where are you going!"

The coyote walked out the door and said, "I'm going to see Mousa."

Kelly touched his chilled neck, and couldn't help but tremble when he heard the name.

Mousa is the strongest man in the x13 base, and can even be said to be the strongest man in New York, and the only Nirvana they have ever seen. An s4 monster.

He is not in the military zone, but in the experimental building where ordinary physics students attend classes.

Miao Sa stood on the fourth floor of a huge cylindrical building wearing a pair of glasses. He faced the tempered glass and stared at the experimental site below.

There, a huge machine was synthesizing a jelly-like light golden cream.

The cream was piled up by a group of researchers at the feet of a plastic model, and the surface of the plastic model was covered with a layer of artificial skin.

Mousa said lightly: "Recharge."

In an instant, a powerful electric current was connected to the "Jelly". The jelly immediately moved itself and covered it like mud along the model's legs.

After a while, the plastic model's whole body was evenly wrapped in this cream. A thin layer was almost impossible to see except that the skin seemed to be light golden.

"Test the strength!" Mousa said again.

I saw dozens of automatic rapid-fire guns extending from the walls around the experimental site, bombing the model indiscriminately.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" The barrel was blazing with fire, roaring wildly, and the bullets hit violently at the scene.

The plastic model was directly bombarded, and all the bullets hit her body would have a light golden aperture that spreads along the skin, just like a collision between the lake and stones.

However, no matter how the bullets hit, the plastic model was generally intact. The golden cream on the surface released a stream of energy when it was hit by the bullet, skewing the bullet.

Even the bullet hit the chest suddenly scratched a golden spark across the chest.

"The support frame inside the model broke, and it was still under pressure enough to kill ordinary people." Soon, some subordinates reported on the model's damage.

A middle-aged researcher said behind Mousa: "At least this version, the sentries can use it."

"Can it be mass-produced?" Mousa said lightly.

The researcher shook his head and said, "There is no technical problem, but it is too expensive. A kilogram of 'nano armor' can arm a man no more than two meters tall, but it costs at least 180 million US dollars."

Miao Sa said: "It's indeed too expensive. This price can build three firepower robots, so what's the use of this thing?"

"It is widely used in the space field. Not to mention, it is much better than space suits in terms of compression resistance and heat insulation, and can resist ultra-high radiation... Just add a set of cooling system and respiratory system..." said the researcher.

"Space suit?" Miao Sa turned around and stared at the researcher, and the other party immediately did not dare to say more.

"Herrich, I'm not asking you to study space suits, but you said that studying a shaping material that can be implanted into a neural processor will help you improve and optimize the molecular material synthesizer." Musse looked at the researcher. The other party was in his thirties and had panda eyes hanging, as if he was working hard in his research work.

Herich squeezed out and smiled: "Of course, this nano-intelligent material can greatly improve the accuracy of the molecular synthesizer."

"I made it into armor that can be attached to the surface of the human body, but because this immature version is temporarily more suitable as some kind of portable protective clothing, and it is very practical for combatants to wear it..."

"You can use one set, Miaosa, if you think it's easy to use, add some funds to me..."

Mousa stared at Herich without saying a word. Herich breathed a little heavy and looked at him without squinting.

At this moment, the coyote arrived.

He said outside the office through the visual doorbell: "Mousa, it's me, I'll talk to you if you have something to do."

Mousa smiled slightly, patted Herich on the shoulder, and said, "Don't always think about going to heaven. Now all resources are concentrated on biochemical technology. You won't have funds for the time being..."

"This nano armor...you can keep it for yourself."

After saying that, Miao Sa walked out of the office.

"Is there anything wrong? Coyote." Musa asked, walking outside the experimental building.

The coyote took a deep breath and said, "I want to contact Grany."

Mousa stopped, looked at him strangely, and said, "She is performing a confidential mission and cannot contact anyone."

The coyote asked, "I know, but this mission has been too long, right? It's been four months, how long will it take for her to lose contact?"

"This is not something you can ask. Coyote, so what if she loses contact for the rest of her life? As long as she is in a confidential mission, she cannot contact the outside world. Can I tell you this?" Miao Sa said dissatisfied.

He felt that the coyote was making unreasonable troubles, and confidential tasks were confidential tasks, so there was no such a lot of nonsense.

However, when the coyote heard this, his fists clenched tightly.

So what if you lose contact for a lifetime? What is this suggestion?

If Grany dies, will the so-called confidential mission status last for a lifetime and never tell herself?

The coyote asked, "Is she still alive?"

Mousa frowned and said, "I don't know! I said...why are you asking so much?"

Suddenly, when Musa saw the coyote's worried expression, he suddenly said, "Oh! Do you like Grany?"

The coyote was a little panicked: "Ah? I..."

Miao Sa said, "I've seen it a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to come to me. Don't forget the rules and go back and wait."

"And she is Chicheng Sentinel. You have reproductive isolation. You are not serious, aren't you?"

The coyote said anxiously: "So what if there is reproductive isolation! I am willing to protect her with my life!"

"Cough cough cough..." Miao Sa was choked twice.

He looked at the coyote carefully and left without looking back.

"She is a cat, you are a dog, you have a big love!"

As a Nirvana person, he no longer cares about some bonds.

As the name suggests, the Nirvana lived in the second life. The number of cell divisions in the human body is at most fifty times, and even genetic mutations cannot be added several times.

But Nirvana medicine can give this upper limit, add fifty times! Double your life span!

If used by an elderly person, he will become younger and younger in just a few years, and will return to his youth and his most mature physical development stage.

Excluding other unexpected situations, the lifespan limit of Nirvana is between 240 and 260 years old.

So Miao Sa is 108 years old this year and is still a young and middle-aged man.

Nirvana potion is very rare, only one bottle per year, and is only suitable for humans with rh yin blood type. For people with other blood types, it is just highly toxic.

Therefore, the Light will try its best to improve it. A little success will lead to the control of politicians and wealthy people all over the world, because no one... does not want to live forever.

Countless chaebols give money to the Light Club every year. It is the elderly rich people among them who are investing in this technology and hope that they can use Nirvana No. 2... or No. 3 in their lifetime.

If the Illuminati had already had improved Nirvana potion in the London incident, it would not be necessary to talk to the ministers of England, and those people would beg for the Illuminati to serve.

Miao Sa has lived for more than a hundred years, and his personality and habits have changed so many times...

Centenarians outside the world are no longer able to do anything. They refuse to accept new things because they know that they will die at any time and no longer want to adapt to the environment, so people's hearts are vicissitudes.

Musa is different. He loves new things and is brave enough to try. He knows that his life is still growing, so he is also very energetic and keeps pace with the times.

He also had a beloved person, and he was also passionate and unruly, but gradually, he was not too concerned about things like love and friendship.

The good brother is dead, the beloved is old, the times are constantly changing, and there are always countless new things in society. Those things full of freshness occupy their hearts one after another.

He is constantly adapting to the new society and learning new things. His personality and habits are constantly changing, and women have changed countless times.

Looking back suddenly, Mousa didn't even remember what the woman who loved so much that she was heartbreaking in love looked like.

Now, whether in terms of personality or appearance, he is a very knowledgeable modern young man. His experience in World War I and World War II has not made him more vicissitudes.

He not only has the strong body of a sentry, but also has the superpowers of a rising man, and even has learned countless killing skills.

At this moment, he is also an excellent physicist and weapon manufacturing expert.

His current desires and desires, like members of the Light, only seek to live another five hundred years, five thousand years, and fifty thousand years!

"Be strong, don't think about these time-wasting things. Maybe one day you can also rebirth. Only by living longer can you try more fun." Miao Sa plunged his hands behind his head and left leisurely.

He originally intended to use cats and dogs to give an example to show that they will not have children.

In this way, all love is fake, not even a descendant, and in the end, this love will not be left behind in the heart.

However, this example deeply hurts the coyotes. People are different, so they understand differently.

"We are just cats and dogs... Don't cats and dogs deserve love..." The coyote stared at Miao Sa's back, and a fire of resentment rose in his chest.
Chapter completed!