The man was disheveled, dirty, pale skin, and his dark circles were thick and abnormal, just like a circle of shriveled and cracked black bark. His eyes were covered with scarlet blood, extending from his eye sockets to his black eyeballs. Even dirty saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, dripping drippingly made his body full.

His expression was also very strange, with a hysterical hideousness in the deep dullness. After seeing the cobra, his eyes turned, and the madness was awakened at the same time with his consciousness. So he immediately opened his mouth and howled, screaming and cursing.

He struggled desperately with a blushing face and thick neck, and flames kept popping up at the tip of his fingers, but he could not do anything to the solid metal frame. Even his roar and curse could not be heard at all, because although there seemed to be only a layer of glass between the two, there was actually a vacuum distance of more than five meters.

Bathed across the glass, the Cobra still calmly chatted with his assistant: "What is this guy from? I remember being a street magician, right?"

The waiter immediately recorded the data from the newspaper: "Zhou Yang, twenty-two years old, male, undergraduate student. He used to be a street magician, that is, he used the space of the chosen one and the faint flame power to play tricks. He was arrested six days ago for "espionage crime". The classification level is weak, and the ranking of the sky list: top 74,000."

"The first 74,000, the weak D is basically not even considered a miscellaneous soldier. This kind of superpower is useless except for lighting cigarettes and setting off firecrackers. However, miscellaneous soldiers also have the value of miscellaneous soldiers. The identity of "The Chosen" is already a priceless treasure." Cobra's fingers lit up at the table, and a cold light lit up in his eyes: "In my opinion, such a miscellaneous soldier who is irrelevant to death or life is the best material for experimentation. Calculate the time, it should be almost done."

As he was speaking, Zhou Yang, who was cursing, suddenly trembled strangely, his roar stopped abruptly, and then he began to slam it like a smothering wind. His ten fingers twitched and stretched, his eyes turned to a terrifying level. It seemed as if he was about to turn the black eyeballs into his forehead bone. The constantly spasmed stomach squeezed and sprayed countless white foam, and strange spots appeared on the surface of his skin.

The waiter wondered: "Boss, this is..."

"Zombie virus." Cobra took out an apple and took a crisp bite. He looked careless: "Isn't someone using the storage space to send biochemical bombs to Beijing a few days ago? Our cute Major General Jingzhe showed his power and subdued the prisoner, and the biochemical bomb was naturally secretly detained by me."

The waiter said in disbelief: "There are zombie viruses in the biochemical bomb?!"

"Of course, it's not because the current zombie virus is useless to ordinary people. Terrorists are not stupid enough to do useless work." But, he took a bite of the apple and chatted while eating: "I sold the bomb to Zad's family and then changed to a bottle of magical viruses. Alas, the Zad family is really an honest and reliable partner, and we will trade more in the future."

"Zad family..." When talking about this name, the waiter showed deep fear: "This Zaad family is not simple. Boss, be careful not to be eaten. I always feel that the water in this family that sells arms is very deep and cannot be seen."

"What a keen intuition. The Zad family is not simple, even less simple than you think." Cobra put down the apple and said seriously: "They are all arms dealers. Old Zad is not bad at all than Stark in the movie, and is even stronger. In the movie, the Stark family has created many miracles. In reality, Old Zad does more than Stark and has a longer-term vision. As my adjutant, I will spread the basic knowledge a little with you so that you can't be confused and understand nothing."

The waiter stood up immediately. He knew that what Cobra was going to say under him was probably a top secret that few people knew in the world. Cobra was rarely serious. He talked about a past story: "Where should I start talking about it... Cough, okay, let me say it this way: In my opinion, Lao Zade is definitely a great man of a generation. His forward-looking nature is far ahead of his time and ahead of any superpower."

"In the last century, the tensions of the Cold War brought about global military confrontation and also brought about a brilliant technological explosion. At that time, the two superpowers of the United States and the Soviet Union turned their attention to the outer space. They turned their attention to the dark unmanned space, believing that there was the future of mankind. But Old Zad was not the case. He was just a young man at that time, but he had already begun an incredible exploration and unknowable study."

"You should understand that the unknowable research at that time had inherent limitations and difficulties, and it could be seen from its name. No means can explain even a simple piece of unknowable material. No matter how simple it is, you can't try to scratch your head, and you can't pry open the lock full of question marks."

"Compared with the traditional arms industry of the Zad family, the research direction advocated by Lao Zad is simply a bottomless pit. No matter how much money you invest, you can't hear a jingle."

"No family veteran will support such unpaid and unseen future research. The entire Zad Council is more willing to withdraw money and take the ride-sharing of deep space exploration and make money in space."

"But Old Zad, he did it. He withstands all the pressure and did it for forty years. Looking at it forty years today forty years, the aerospace industry may bring hundreds of billions of dollars in revenue to the Zad family. It sounds a lot, but the benefits brought by unknowing research are so numerous that it is impossible to calculate. It makes the Zad family's black technology as black as turbid air, far ahead of the world, and we can only follow behind and eat dust."

"In the upcoming new world, this family can fly high on the basis of forty years and reach the peak of the world. At that time, even if that family wrestles with a country, it is not impossible to win."

"This is what Old Zad: a tyrant who is arbitrary and far-sighted tyrant, does."

"Of course, the environment is different now, and it has been much more convenient for us to conduct relevant research now. For example," Cobra pointed to the young man opposite the glass: "Do you know what I like most about the Chosen? My favorite is that they are almost perfect culture medium. As Chosen, they can react to almost any unknown sample. Many big collisions that cannot be seen even in movies can achieve a perfect interpretation like Guan Gong and Qin Qiong. For example, this is how."

Drops, the cobra pressed a button, and the room opposite immediately responded accordingly. With a squeak, a gap was opened on the ground, and a glass cabinet rose up. There was a piece of white meat the size of a quail egg in the glass cabinet. There was no special appearance on the surface, but the waiter's expression immediately changed.

He knew very well what that thing was.

Screamed, a robotic arm picked up the piece of meat, stretched out a knife and cut the man's chest quickly, and then stuffed the piece of meat in. The blood was spurted out, but the man no longer knew howled because his corpse was deepening and his mind faded.

Cobra pushed his glasses and put on a rigorous scientific research face: "The alien embryo is parasitized on the chosen one on the way to semi-zombie transformation. This chosen one also has the ability to control fire, so what will the end result? Can the alien be born smoothly? Will the alien become zombie transformation? Will the alien obtain the ability? Let's wait and see."

Even though he had seen many incredible things, the waiter was still silent for a while. After a while, he decided to change the topic: "Boss, I don't understand. If the unknowable material is really unknowable, then the results should not be able to be studied anyway. Why is the Zad family making progress and leading the world?"

"Well, this question is well asked. It's worthy of being my deputy. I'm learning." Cobra patted the waiter's shoulder with a big look: "Then I'll tear all the confidentiality regulations and tell you the risk of being shot when you're found out: the Zad family. To be precise, Old Zad has a magical weapon in his hand."

"God, weapon?!" The waiter looked shocked and his mouth grew up. He really didn't expect that the answer would be like this: "Boss, are you making a metaphor, or are you referring to the... artifact used by the real... gods?"

"Of course it's a metaphor!"

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of surviving the disaster of preserving his views. If there was really a god in this world, he would not know what he should believe in in the future.

"Okay, I'm lying to you, it's not a metaphor, it's true."

The waiter almost spit out an old blood.

"To be precise, it is a vague area between metaphor and reality. No one understands where it comes from and what existence is created. But its function can be described as miracles. Even if it is not really from the hands of gods, it can fully deserve the evaluation of the word "divine artifact". For scientists such as us, it is the door to the future and the key to opening the treasure chest."

The cobra looked at the glass opposite, behind the glass. The white piece of meat had completed parasitic activity, and countless vessels connected it with the young man. It beating bulges and bulges, dividing and differentiating cells at a speed that is discernible to the naked eye. The whole scene looks extremely cunning.

But Cobra looked at everything in front of him with the gaze of admiring the peerless artwork, and even seemed to emit amazing light on his side. He gently uttered a name in the pilgrimage tone of a devout believer: "It is the Heart of Tiberia."

"Tiberian Heart..." The waiter let the five words turn around in his mouth. Then he decided to hide it completely in the deepest part of his memory.

"Huh... Okay, this young man has successfully conceived the Alien Lord's seed and is expected to give birth in three hours. The day of eating the noodles is near, which is really gratifying~ It's gratifying~ But while waiting for the birth of the alien baby, I'm idle, so let me take care of another woman waiting to be born."

The cobra turned the knob again, and the equipment behind the glass worked again. The man who kept twitching was turned to the right and disappeared into the darkness, while another shiny lattice room appeared from the left. There was also a shelf in this room with a woman locked on it. The woman was pregnant with a swelling belly.

She lowered her head, draped her long hair, and her body was filled with needles. Many kinds of liquid were injected into her blood vessels. The lines were arranged radially, making her look like a caught fish.

"It seems like this, it's less than three months." Cobra waved his hand to the opposite side, picked up Mike and said, "Hey, this person inside is going to be a mother, how do you feel?"

The woman opposite trembled slightly, slowly raised her head, revealing a familiar face, which was exactly the swallow she had seen in the Pacific World. So long has passed, and the female agent has no trace of the original shadow. Her eyes were like a dead well, like a dead body, as if staring at the cobra, and it seemed that no one was looking at it.

The cobra immediately pinched his chin: "Well, I said, this is not OK. The expert said that pregnant women should maintain a high and lively mood during pregnancy. If you are so lifeless, it will affect the health of the fetus. We must believe in the experts' words, come and follow my rhythm and cheer for the new power~" (~^~)

ps: It feels really good to have a while to write novels quietly at night
Chapter completed!