Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 2 Materials and Experiments

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 2 Materials and Experiments

"Roar!"

Almost out of vigilance in his bones, when the big white man saw these eyes, his body began to transform subconsciously.

Under the jacket, body hair grew wildly, his limbs were deformed, hair grew, and his nails turned into sharp wolf claws.

"Chichi!"

The huge figure instantly tore the big white man's clothes to pieces.

"Nice physique! Good material!"

The man holding the umbrella looked at the transformed werewolf in front of him without any fear, but instead sighed with satisfaction.

"Roar!"

The werewolf, who stood upright and was fully two and a half meters tall, waved his sharp claws and grabbed the umbrella holder head on.

The man holding the umbrella faced the werewolf's sharp claws that could tear apart steel without any fear, and he didn't even move a step.

Under the black umbrella, a green-black light appeared. The speed of this green light was so fast that the werewolf saw it almost at the same moment.

With a puff, the stream of light pierced its chest.

"Roar!"

Almost instantly, the werewolf transformed by the white man felt his body feel numb, weak, and sore.

Its body seemed to be completely out of control, as if it had become a vegetative state in an instant.

"Plop!"

The werewolf fell to the ground on his back, with a simple and old bronze nail stuck in his chest at his heart.

The style seems to be the nails used to nail coffins in ancient Eastern countries.

The wedges of the nails were engraved with four or five small bird seal runes, shining with a dark light.

At this moment, the werewolf lying on the ground could clearly see the face of the man holding the umbrella.

A slender Asian young man with a stern face looked at him with amusement in his eyes.

It's like watching a scientist in a laboratory looking at a rat being dissected.

"Kane!"

The Asian young man waved his hand, and at the corner of the alley, a burly Germanic man walked out.

"boss!"

The strong man named Kane has a Rambo face that looks like a knife and an axe, and a tall body of 1.9 meters. Just standing there, he looks like a towering hill, which is very oppressive.

"Bring this big dog back!"

The Asian young man rubbed the bamboo umbrella handle in his hand and ordered.

The strong man Kane skillfully took out a bundle of special carbon fiber ropes as thick as his thumb and tied the werewolf lying on the ground tightly in two or two strokes.

After finishing his work, he stood up, put his thumb and index finger in his mouth, and whistled into the distance.

In less than ten seconds, a Ford pickup truck backed into the alley.

The driver was a thin, muscular black man with dreadlocks.

The black guy jumped out of the car and saluted the Asian young man.

"boss!"

The Asian young man nodded towards him.

"Kane, put this big dog in the dog cage first, and there is no need to remove the coffin nails from it!"

"Yes, boss!"

Kane grabbed the werewolf by the back of the neck with one hand, picked it up like a chicken, and threw it into the trunk of the pickup truck.

The pickup truck quickly disappeared into the New York rain.

The Asian young man held an umbrella and slowly walked out of the alley, joining the bustling crowd in New York.

At this time, accompanied by the piercing sound of alarm bells, several FBI police cars arrived at the scene.

…………

"Don, you're late!"

Osborne Tower was once the tallest building in New York. Although the title of the tallest building was later replaced by the Stark Tower, it is undeniable that it is still one of the landmarks of New York City.

As the best biotechnology company and pharmaceutical company in the world,

Osborne Building is the dream workplace of all biological researchers. It has the best equipment, the strongest biological research team, and the most generous salary.

However, the entry requirements here are equally demanding. Ordinary researchers must at least graduate from an Ivy League school.

The Asian named Tang was the umbrella holder in the alley. At this time, he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a plaid shirt, looking a little shy.

The fat white man who greeted him graduated from Harvard with two bachelor's degrees. He was an alumnus of him and was also his colleague.

"Hey, Bob, forget it, today is really unlucky. There was a shooting at the Brooklyn subway station. The FBI blocked the subway station, which delayed some time!"

Tang and Song Dynasties put on white coats, complained and put on their identity tags.

On the ID badge is his name and position.

In the Tang and Song Dynasties, he was an ordinary researcher of the Osborne Group.

"Gunfight, that shitty place in Brooklyn," Bob, the fat white man, shrugged, with an expected expression on his face.

Weighing close to three hundred pounds, the flesh on his cheeks continued to tremble as he shrugged.

"Don, if you ask me, you should leave that damn place. Brooklyn is too chaotic. You know, it's Hell's Kitchen."

The two put on work clothes, and Bob muttered in Tang Song's ears:

"There are all niggas and drug addicts there, who knows how crazy they will be! Don, with your salary, you might as well rent a house near the company!"

drop!

Tang Song reached out and swiped at the door of the experimental center, and the bulletproof isolation door automatically slid to both sides.

"There's no rush to rent a house, Bob. As you know, I still have a student loan that I have not yet paid off. When the loan is paid off, I will consider changing my living environment!"

In the clean white sterile laboratory, Tang Song arranged the experimental equipment and checked the condition of the experimental subjects.

"Student loans, that's a real problem!" Bob shrugged.

Student loans are an inescapable issue for federal college students.

About half of college graduates across the commonwealth have student loans, and the average amount of debt is more than $10,000.

Even an unknown black president took nearly 20 years to repay his student loans.

Ding!

Tang and Song opened the culture device in the laboratory. In the transparent culture room, there was a miniature rainforest symbiosis system covering an area of ​​30 to 40 square meters.

Miniature streams flow gurglingly, and miniature bushes are lush and green.

From vegetation, temperature, and humidity, this place simulates the environment of the Amazon rainforest.

One of the benefits of large companies is that they have equipment that is no less than that of top laboratories.

This environmental simulation system alone cost the Osborne Group millions of dollars.

Of course, Tang and Song are not the only ones responsible for the experiments applied to this system. Currently, he only has the right to use it for two weeks.

"Where are those guys, those bugs? Why are they missing!"

Bob leaned outside the bulletproof glass, looked around, looking for the experimental subject, and tapped the bulletproof glass with his fingers, feeling a little confused.

"Don't worry," Tang Song adjusted his glasses and opened the control system of this device on the computer.

"Wow..."

As the hands of Tang and Song Dynasties were typing on the keyboard, a heavy rain poured down in the simulated room.

The heavy rain poured down and half of the small bushes were submerged in an instant.

In the bushes, a black and red centipede floated up. It was nearly a foot long, with densely packed sharp curved legs and ferocious mouthparts. Placed anywhere, this centipede would be a terrifying poisonous insect.

Unfortunately, only half of the body of this centipede floating on the water is left. The body is covered with wounds. The missing body seems to have been eaten away by something.

"This centipede is dead, but I bet it will survive until the end!"

Bob came to the observation window in surprise and sighed: "Professor Connors and I made a bet of fifty dollars!"

"It seems like you can't keep your fifty dollars. I'm curious, what is Professor Connors trying to do?"

Tang Song raised his head, a little curious.

According to the predecessors of the Tang and Song Dynasties, Connors has always been paranoid and stubborn. He devoted himself to the study of cross-species genetic recombination and was known as a scientific research madman.

Such a stereotypical person would make a bet with Bob?

Bob stretched out two carrot-thick fingers to pinch potato chips in the potato chip bag. Obviously, for an old fried dough stick, the rule of not eating snacks in the laboratory was in vain.

"Crunch, crunch, it's that spider," Bob said vaguely while eating potato chips: "Professor Connors is obviously very confident in that mutant spider!"

Spider, Tang Song looked at the side of the centipede, and the surge of rain washed out another insect corpse.

It has a black back with red stripes and a few hairy tentacles. It is the spider kindly provided by Professor Connors.

But now this spider is in a bit of a miserable condition. Its originally plump belly exploded, and only three of the eight spider legs are left.

"Bob, it looks like your money is saved!"

Tang Song casually turned off the rainfall system and walked to the observation window.

The falling rain seemed to completely break the tranquility in this jungle, as the rainfall system was closed in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

In the bushes, a black snake as thick as a chopstick with a bulging head raised its upper body while spitting out snake bites, swaying happily, bathing in the rain that made it feel extremely happy.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

From the Jishui Pond behind the Black Snake, there was a strange sound like a frog chirping. The Black Snake's upper body spun around like lightning. The snake's eyes stared coldly at the back. Nobuko leaned out, as if he would pounce on him the next moment.

Under the watchful eye of the black snake, a strange toad the size of a baby's fist slowly surfaced from the water and slowly climbed up to the top of a nearby bush.

My snow-white belly sucked in a puff, and the sound of frogs croaked loudly, like a short burst of thunder.

A golden line on its back appeared as its belly rose and fell, and the lines were surrounded by dense dark green bumps, each one bulging.

Facing the black snake, the dark green bumps on the back of the toad had mucus surging faintly.

Hissing, the black snake tentatively stretched out its upper body and made a swooping motion. Clear mucus was faintly flowing out of the sharp fangs in the snake's snout.

Tang Song came to the observation window of the training room and looked down at the simulated jungle of more than ten square meters.

On Tang and Song Dynasty's handsome and resolute face, a pair of deep eyes hidden under plain glasses shine brightly.

(End of chapter)