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Isla Nublar off the coast of Costa Rica

The vast primeval jungle echoed with roars from unknown beasts, followed by three or four sharp calls in the other direction, which were more piercing than the chirping of cicadas and sadder than the chirping of birds. If you listen carefully, you will see that the sound is actually echoing in the forest.

It's much more than that. The sounds come and go one after another, giving the listener a strange feeling.

Although it is only a small island with a radius of only 1,000 square kilometers, it is rare to find a rich geographical variety. From dry hills to mountains covered with ice and snow, from the hot and humid basin hinterland to refreshing and cool beaches.

Gobi, jungle, cliff, grassland...

All the ecosystems and landforms that are familiar to us can find corresponding parts on this magical island. From this point of view, it is actually very close to what Mr. Jules Verne wrote in his book "

The "Lincoln Island" depicted in "The Mysterious Island" is the same, but more similar. It is also a small island composed of a huge active volcano. Now the towering crater has begun to spit out billowing smoke, and the mountain peaks

There is not much snow left on the ground that has not melted all year round, and the volcanic rocks that have been burned black and red are exposed to the air unscrupulously.

Thick volcanic ash covered the sky and sun, as if covering the entire island with a thick quilt. Cotton-like dust flew down from the sky unobtrusively, hanging on the ground like a lawn mower.

On the branch in front of the brachiosaurus chewing redwood leaves, its small eyes that were extremely small compared to its huge body blinked a few times at the volcanic lint, and then more volcanic lint fell in front of its eyes.

When it came down, its lips, which were covered with wrinkles and leaf debris, stopped moving.

The long neck is like a trombone, amplifying the vibrations from its throat like a ship's whistle ten to twenty times and then spreading out from the nasal cavity. The volcanic wadding and the redwood tree crowns in front of it shook violently due to this.

, several pteranodons that landed on it for a nap were so frightened that they flew into the sky with hoarse throats and screams.

This 20-meter-tall adult Brachiosaurus turned its long neck and looked into the distance. The smoky crater and the rolling magma inside even dyed the sky at the edge a little red, which seemed to indicate the survival of this volcano.

The future of the island is not optimistic.

Then it let out a more powerful low groan, which seemed to make the branches of the entire redwood forest tremble. More pterosaurs were frightened from above and hovered in mid-air helplessly, and such a low roar

The chants spread farther and farther among the redwood trees, but these were not echoes, but came from one Brachiosaurus after another. Dozens of long necks emerged from the redwood crowns and looked in the direction of the volcano.

Although the one at the back is not as tall as the one at the beginning, it is almost 15 meters high. People have to admire the incredible power of nature to breed such beautiful species, and we should be even more grateful for the few cars not far away.

The company driving on the forest road was painted on it - International Genetic Corporation.

The white-based car spray paint splashed up from time to time on the wet and muddy road trampled by the huge dinosaurs. The spray paint was full of eye-catching stains. The driver turned on the windshield wiper while cursing this strip because

The road is bumpy and bumpy with dinosaur footprints.

This convoy consists of four vehicles. The leader is a Hummer bulletproof off-road vehicle. There is also a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun on the roof. The heavily armed man holding the heavy machine gun is looking around alertly for fear of missing any signs. Followed closely behind.

It was a white heavy-duty container truck with the logo of International Genetic Corporation clearly visible. The truck body had obvious signs of reinforcement, and it was obviously specially made to carry some ferocious dinosaurs. Behind it were two trucks with the logo printed on it.

The Jeep SUV with the "Jurassic World" logo drove abreast, closely following the car in front and raising a thin mist of water droplets.

The motorcade lined up in a neat formation and rushed out of the redwood forest. The eyes suddenly opened up, and the huge grassland appeared in the field of vision. Several Diplodocus, which also had long necks, entwined their heads with each other, and Ornithomimus was in groups.

Jumping around, Diplodocus's legs were several times thicker than those of an elephant.

"Hey, it's almost here, it's almost here, don't rush it, do you know how difficult it is for us to catch this little Tyrannosaurus rex that you require to be about 15 years old? Richard had half of his arm bitten off by that naughty kid.

He is still having a fever now. Lawrence, we have been looking for him for a long time and only a steel helmet is left. You said it is small, but it is no easier to catch than his mother. It took me more than 20 tranquilizer darts to hit it three times.

Okay, okay Brian, I understand, I'll be there in about ten minutes."

The person who put down the phone impatiently was a middle-aged man holding a cigarette and wearing a skull scarf on a Hummer bulletproof off-road vehicle. At this moment, he picked up the sniper rifle with a bright white light in his hand and kept wiping it, lying on the back seat.

The person sitting in the chair has a red face, and has no arms at all below the left shoulder. The bandage on the shoulder blade has been soaked with blood. The bright red blood is collecting under the seat drop by drop. The needle of the hanging bottle tied to the other hand has been exposed.

Outside, the liquid was still flowing.

This is the Richard mentioned by the man who just hung up the phone. At this moment, his eyes are closed tightly and he is still saying something mechanically, which is very similar to the wailing of people before death.

"Hey, Richard, please be quiet. We'll be here soon!" The middle-aged man impatiently walked around the lower body of the man standing in the sunroof of the Hummer holding a heavy machine gun and looked at the back row. He said with a look of disgust, "Fuck!"

, I have to clean the car again when I get back, I’m really in trouble, all the people I’m looking for are helping me, and if they can’t do anything, they just want to cause trouble for me.”

How cold human nature is can be truly reflected here.

The soldier holding a heavy machine gun on the roof of the car looked around and saw an Ornithomimus running past their car quickly and making an unusually shrill cry. Before he could feel strange, a group of shrill screams followed.

The Ornithomimus galloped past their car.

"What's wrong?!" The middle-aged man in the car rolled down the sunroof and hit the head of the Ornithomimus closest to him with the butt of his gun. The poor Ornithomimus was disturbed by its high-speed running and was instantly killed.

He lost control and stumbled, falling hard to the ground, and was instantly crushed into meat patties by the heavy-duty container truck behind him.

"Hahaha... Silly bird." The laughter of the middle-aged man who was colder than these cold-blooded dinosaurs was even more chilling than the shrill cries of these ornithomimus.

But soon he stopped laughing, because along with the group of Ornithomimosaurus, there were several Camptosaurus and a slightly larger Spikeosaurus that started running, and then not far away, a giant with a body length of nearly 20 meters appeared.

The foot dragons began to move their huge bodies and walk quickly.

The man carrying a machine gun on the roof of the car suddenly felt a black shadow passing over his head. Before he could react, the car came to a sudden stop, followed by a deafening crash and a huge shock wave, and the truck behind it also hit hard.

The car almost rolled over, and if he hadn't been holding on to the heavy machine gun, he would have been thrown out. He tried his best to blow away the smoke and dust in front of his eyes, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was actually the car with the "Jurassic World" logo at the back.

White jeep.

When the driver of the Hummer saw this scene, he immediately stepped on the accelerator. The wheels turned more than a dozen times on the soft sand in almost one second and then rushed forward like flying. The driver of the truck followed closely.

In his rearview mirror, he saw the true face of the devil——

This dinosaur is more than four meters tall and covered in red scales. It looks more ferocious than Tyrannosaurus Rex. In addition to its huge size and mouth full of fangs, it also has a pair of devil-like horns on its head.

"Naudra!" The middle-aged man in the Humvee stared at the rearview mirror while loading the sniper rifle.

"What...what?" Although the driver was fully armed and even his last eyes were covered with goggles, he could feel the strong aura of fear as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Drive your car!!" The middle-aged man growled and then quickly leaned his entire upper body out of the passenger window. The Bull Dragon, which had already run to the side of the container truck, was about to hit the car from the side, but there was a crisp gunshot.

The sound caused it to instantly raise its head to the sky and howl.

"Didn't the boss say you can't use real bullets? You actually used... dummy bullets?!" the driver said when he saw the middle-aged man returning to the passenger seat to reload.

"You know why I can live until now." The middle-aged man said coldly, and then leaned out again.

Due to its extremely high shallow lethality, DUM bullets became a type of bullet banned by the International Court of Justice in The Hague in 1899. Once injected into the tissue, the damage area will be rapidly expanded to form a trumpet-shaped wound with a small entrance and a large exit, which is extremely cruel.

The Oxaurus roared and began to run more crazily. At this time, its attention had been completely attracted by the leading Humvee. There was a wound as big as a bowl on the back of its left forearm, and blood flowed out, drawing an approximate line behind it.

Straight red line.

"Damn it, why is that little bastard so nimble? It turns out to be your son. Look how I shot him in the head." Although the car kept bumping on the undulating sand, the gun in the middle-aged man's hand was steady.

Aiming at the eyes of the Taurus.

"Hahaha, I can already smell the smell of brain-splitting." The middle-aged man laughed wildly and pressed his finger on the trigger.

But at this moment, a pterodactyl with a wingspan of nearly 10 meters suddenly fell from the sky. Because the middle-aged man's entire upper body was standing upright outside the car window, he was caught off guard and carried high into the sky.

"Get away! You beast," the middle-aged man stabbed the pterodactyl in the abdomen with the butt of his gun. The pterodactyl's mouth full of fine teeth made a shrill cry in his ear, making his

A distortion-like sharp blast sounded in his ears, "Son of a bitch, let me down!!" The irritated middle-aged man hit it harder, and the sharp barbed claws were firmly embedded in him.

In his shoulder blade, enduring the severe pain, he struggled to reach for the pistol hanging under his arm and pointed it at the pterodactyl's head.

Accompanied by the sound of gunshots, Humvees escorting container trucks and the only remaining park patrol car in the distance drove through a nearly 20-meter-high gate into a giant fortress surrounded by copper and iron walls.

It's not appropriate to call it a fortress. It's more like a cage that holds some very scary monster. Looking at the claw marks and bloodstains on the walls, you can tell that this place has experienced what kind of massacres.

"It's not easy. It's finally here. It's so difficult to let Mr. Silver Wolf watch the show." The sanctimonious man in an expensive suit standing in front of the glass curtain wall is the notorious traitor of the Umbrella Company - Oswell Spencer.

As one of the founders of the Umbrella Company, he used the company's cutting-edge biotechnology and genetic technology to develop the first-generation T-virus and spread it into Raccoon City, turning all 100,000 Raccoon City residents into prisoners in less than three days.

A zombie monster that can only bite, Spencer then picked up the plane to sell expensive anti-viral serum to the government, but the speed of the spread of the virus was out of control. The company's stock of serum and the overnight production speed could not cope with the speed of the spread of the virus.

On the fourth day after the serum was administered, the entire Raccoon City had become a hunting ground for zombies. The city was filled with people's howls of fear and the roars of zombies. The entire city turned into a hell in less than a week.

So on the sixth day of the outbreak of this biochemical crisis, the president tearfully pressed the launch button of the nuclear bomb. Raccoon City was razed to the ground in an instant, and 300,000 people were swept away in the wind.

But Oswell Spencer, the chief culprit, used all kinds of shady tricks: falsifying accounts, destroying evidence, bribing government officials and congressmen, secretly getting rid of all insiders, etc. He did everything he could to escape the blame.

On the contrary, he became the savior. It was the antidote he developed that inhibited the spread of the virus and prevented the biological crisis from spreading to other surrounding cities.

The person who was once most optimistic about him - Umbrella Company Chairman Yasi Ford finally learned all the inside information but it was too late. Spencer's prestige and shares on the board of directors were already equal to his, and he also had actual control over the company.

The power had long since changed hands. Before his death, he handed over all the evidence he knew and had to his daughter Alice and died with hatred.

Alice, the only one who knows the whole truth now, also disappeared after Spencer came to power.

"Oswell, it's impossible for me to let you continue your research on the damn T virus. I don't want to end up ruling a primitive tribe that only knows how to eat meat." The Polar Silver Wolf said coldly.

"Of course not, of course not. The virus we developed has already evolved into the C virus. The new virus I am now developing based on this can strengthen the body while minimizing the side effects of corroding the host, especially

It won't have any impact on thinking, I call it 'Veronica'." Spencer said proudly.

"I like the name 'Veronica'. That's the name of Stark's satellite in outer space. I hope the virus you developed is really what you said. In fact, it is quite innovative to make super serum from the perspective of viruses, Zola

"Murdoch." Polar Silver Wolf said without looking back.

"Master." An electronic voice came from behind.

Spencer looked back and saw a huge head sitting on a flight seat. On the front of the spherical head was a display screen with a handsome face, but because of the round ball outside, it gave people a strange look.

A full sense of dissonance.

"This is Dr. Zola. Now I have given him a new body. The flight seat Thanos gave me was uncomfortable, so I gave it to him. Now Zola is the most high-end computer on the planet. You

Let it help you with your 'Veronica'." Polar Silver Wolf wrote lightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, gentlemen, I just prepared the performance here. Those people were delayed for too long on the road. It's too unreliable." A young man walked up the spiral staircase holding a red wine glass.

He came up, followed by Henry Wu, the technical director of InGen.

"Mr. Davis Hammond?" Spencer looked surprised, "He turns out to be such a young and capable young man."

"Hammond's time has passed. My name is Deckard Lockwood. I am the son of Benjamin Lockwood, the first generation investor when Hammond founded Jurassic Park. It is a pity that Hammond's heirs are not great."

Now they have disappeared, and my father’s investment in this project has far exceeded theirs, so..." The young man raised the goblet in his hand and motioned to the service staff behind him who was carrying the tray to put the same

The goblet was delivered to Spencer and the Polar Silver Wolf.

"As the famous investors in American history, you, the Lockwood family, don't need to introduce you anymore. You can just say now whether the current Isla Nublar, including this entire park, is under your control." Polar Silver Wolf

He almost snatched the cup from Lockwood's hand impatiently.

"Of course, otherwise who arranged these staff and security personnel, including this airtight cage, which is..."

"I heard that the Indominus Rex escaped from here." Although Spencer politely covered half of his face with a napkin, he still couldn't hide the gloating smile on his face, "This is nothing.

, after all, we all know why this park was abandoned just like Jurassic Park before it opened."

As he spoke, Spencer took a sip of the red wine in his glass and looked through one side of the glass curtain wall at the three shocking paw prints as tall as a person on the wall not far away, and the solidified blood stains all over the wall.

"That's different." Although he felt a little unhappy after being interrupted for the second time, and by a villain like Spencer, he still suppressed his emotions and said to the Polar Silver Wolf, "What was the previous Indominus Rex?"

What kind of body shape are we concerned about now? First of all, there is no comparison in terms of species and body shape."

Deckard Lockwood said as he touched one of the staff members controlling the computer on one side. The staff member immediately understood and tapped a few times on the keyboard, and a piece of the glass curtain wall immediately turned into a screen.

In the thermal image of the entire fortress surrounded by fences, among the interlaced layers of yellow, blue, green, etc., a group of obviously red shapes can be vaguely discerned, just like a kitten.

Huddled in a very, very inconspicuous corner of the paddock.

"Basically, everything has been normal since she came here. She will show up on time every meal. Because of the task you gave us...the one you imprisoned, she...she is too young, so I specially increased the sensors all over the paddock.

Doubled, her daily activity level is almost under our control." Lockwood pointed at the red light group on the screen and said.

"Almost?" Polar Silver Wolf glanced at him sideways.

"According to your instructions, I will release the juvenile carnivorous dinosaur into the paddock basically every day to train her. The reason why I haven't been able to show you the results is because her fighting speed is simply amazing. Our cameras

Basically what I took were some shadows, and the rest was..."

Another area of ​​the glass curtain wall has also been turned into a display screen. On it are photos with severe tailing. Only the shadow of a child can be vaguely recognized, and the gender cannot be determined.

The next photo shows the broken limbs of dinosaurs, all neatly cut into pieces. Based on the degree of decay of the flesh, you can probably judge the time span between the deaths of these dinosaurs. Because of Costa Rica’s tropical climate,

It is located on an island surrounded by the sea, so the rotting corpses are densely packed with mosquitoes and flies, and it seems that you can smell the disgusting stench through the screen.

"X-23 is the most proud genetic work of our Osborne Company. It is also the only case of X serum that Quentin Baker and I collected in Westchester two years ago that is truly perfectly integrated with the host."

The polar silver wolf said proudly.

"Quentin Baker came to our company at that time and said that we need to save the video of the Raccoon City headquarters, how people became zombies, and how they spread from the company to the whole city step by step. I was quite surprised why Mr. Silver Wolf would care about this.

Interested. It seems to be related to the incident in Westchester County that almost wiped out the entire mutant militia." Spencer seemed to understand something.

"Of course, Baker's illusions don't come out of thin air. The kind of situation he wants to put you in requires planting seeds in your subconscious in advance, and when necessary, using hallucinogens to instantly stimulate it and let it take root.

It sprouts, blossoms and bears fruit, and finally plunges you completely into the abyss of fear." The Polar Silver Wolf drank up the wine in the glass, and a drop of bright red liquid was still hanging on the beard around his mouth.

"The world our eyes see is the world our brain wants us to see. I have heard this saying." Deke Lockwood said thoughtfully.

"Sir, the young Taurus that was just captured has been inspected and can be put into the enclosure at any time." A staff member in front of the computer said as he put the earphones around his neck.

"The show is finally about to begin." Spencer rubbed his hands impatiently and walked closer to the glass curtain wall.

"Wait, why a Taurus? What I want is a baby of Tyrannosaurus rex. How could such a mistake happen, where is Jason?!" The technical director behind Lockwood who has been silent all the time, is responsible for the creation of the genetic engineering of the entire dinosaur empire.

Reporter Henry Wu couldn't control his voice and questioned the staff member just now.

"Jason said it was an oversight in the arrest."

"The weak point of the Taurus is its weak point. Next time we will see the Tyrannosaurus rex. Come on, there are so many trees down there that really block the view. Can't we plant some shrubs?" Spencer said urgently. At this time, he was more than

The eager Notaurus below looks more like a bloodthirsty carnivorous dinosaur.

"What's wrong? Henry, why are you so excited? Is there something wrong with the Taurus?" Lockwood also asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Sir Silver Wolf, the speed of Taurus is faster than that of Tyrannosaurus, especially when it is young. Because of its small size, it basically has the speed of Velociraptor and the strength of Tyrannosaurus. I don't know if X-23 will have

What danger?" Henry Wu was so excited that he directly bypassed his boss Deke Lockwood and directly requested the Polar Silver Wolf.

"What are you doing Henry? Being delayed on the road for so long is enough to make Master Silver Wolf angry. You actually have to start over at this juncture. Are you going to die? You should worry about yourself first." Lockwood lowered his voice.

The voice said close to Henry Wu's ear.

"Currently, we have not tried to release large carnivorous dinosaurs for training, so I hope to re-send the capture team to find Tyrannosaurus cubs." Henry Wu still insisted.

"Okay, Dr. Wu is also thinking about our test products. As scientists like me, we must be responsible for the risks and losses caused by the experiments." Polar Silver Wolf slowly stood up from the sofa and walked away.

When he passed by Lockwood and Wu, his furry tail lightly dusted the two of them twice. This was enough to make Dak Lockwood’s hair stand on end. Seeing his fangs, he gently brushed against the ear of the staff member just now.

After whispering a few words, Henry Wu wanted to step forward to say something more, but Lockwood grabbed him hard.

He had seen the polar silver wolf bite off a person's neck in an instant, and it was definitely worse than the dinosaurs in this garden.

The staff member nodded mechanically, then tapped the keyboard a few times with trembling hands, and then pushed up the red handle with force, causing a sharp roar that shook the branches in the paddock.

"Don't worry, Dr. Wu, we still have Wolverine's serum, including the Adamant metal injected into her body. I still have it to prepare against the vibranium shield, so she is the purpose of the experiment. We still have test subjects like this.

There will be many." A ferocious smile appeared on the polar silver wolf's face.

Henry Wu didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on the deep red color of the dinosaur shape on the thermal imaging map and he was running towards the much smaller red target.

(To be continued)