Blackstone Code

After the event, Mr. Fat patted his belly and smiled from ear to ear. It was actually very popular.

There are always some people who have a different kink than others, and although it's not as popular as others, it's something they're happy with in life.

Higher income, higher status, celebrity treatment, and continuous and stable consumption of genetic meat to continuously strengthen one's genes and cells.

Having these pieces of meat and not having these pieces of meat are completely two concepts and expressions.

They are just monsters that consume less genetic meat than other monsters, and they appear more powerful.

And all this is thanks to its agent, who gave it a perfect track and left it with few opponents.

After exchanging the experience of this event with the friends, Mr. Responsible, who gave the final curtain call, also came back from outside.

The first time it came in, all the members of the superstar team who were sitting chatting or eating immediately stood up to show respect.

After all, they had seen the fate of the chariot with their own eyes. Even after being completely liberated, such a powerful fellow was still hammered to pieces at the scene of responsibility. They didn't want to be the next!

The current welfare benefits are so good, they just hope to stay in this position longer.

Mr. Responsibility didn't say anything, but he still enjoyed the respect, or awe, of these people for him.

It actually doesn't care whether what these guys show is consistent with what they think in their hearts. It only cares about what it sees.

When a person kneels down to you, no matter how he explains this behavior in his heart, at this moment, he is kneeling, and no matter how he explains it, it cannot change this fact.

"Everyone, sit down!", it raised its hand and pressed softly, then walked to the middle position, and the fat Mr. immediately took the initiative to bring him a glass of wine.

In fact, it is difficult for alcohol to have much effect on them, but everyone still maintains the habit they developed as humans and likes to have a drink whenever they have something to do.

Even the strongest spirits currently on the market, 65-proof alcohol, cannot make them feel drunk.

It's just a habit.

"Your performance is very good. I am very satisfied with the data fed back by the marketing department. Next, we will temporarily stop the work at hand. The company just gave me a new urgent task, and I sent it to your email."

Everyone picked up their tablets and clicked on the mailbox. It only took them twenty or thirty seconds to read all the content. Everyone's expressions were different.

Some people feel that it doesn't matter. After all, Mr. Responsibility must be the one who takes the limelight in the end. He will definitely find reporters to pose for various photos, while others can only act as background walls.

Some people take them more seriously. After all, they have not fought alien monsters yet, and no one knows who is more powerful.

The base has conducted experiments on evolvers, and they can't survive in the high-temperature jet for a few seconds before being burned to ashes, so if you compare them purely from this aspect, there is actually no difference between them.

Others are gossiping.

"If you think I can't hear you, then please continue." Mr. Responsibility looked at the team member who was speaking, ranked third, codenamed "Mr. Thunder".

Its special skill is to convert energy into a high-voltage electricity that can be released. Scientists explain that it has more cells in its body that generate and release electricity.

This is its greatest feature, but it is also its fatal shortcoming, because it requires too much energy to use cells to generate and release high-voltage electricity.

When it is 50% liberated, it can only fight at full strength for three minutes, and it will lose power after three minutes.

As for complete liberation, I haven't tried it yet, but judging from some usual test evaluations, it may only take thirty seconds, or even less.

Of course, the instant shot also brings super destructive power, at that moment it is electricity!

This is also the reason why it ranks third.

In addition to production and release, more often than not, it uses bioelectricity to continuously stimulate its own cells to exert power beyond its own limits. This is also a very unique ability.

Because this ability can also be used by others, it becomes a team role that can be attacked or assisted.

It feels that it is very important, and its brain is not too stupid, so if it is not so "submissive" occasionally, Mr. Responsible will not correct it.

It raised its hands and said, "Sorry, I want to say that this kind of work doesn't actually require us to do it all the way."

"We can let the other wastes find a place and then send us out. I don't want to stay in the ice and snow for several months, even half a year or more!"

They are not afraid of cold, but they do not like to be active in that low temperature, which requires extra energy to heat their bodies, which will consume more energy and make them more likely to feel hungry.

After hearing this, Mr. Responsible felt that this was a good idea, but it would not show up immediately, "I will consider it as appropriate. Now we are discussing a new job. Do you have any questions?"

"This time our opponent is an alien monster. I will apply to get one over first so that we can have a close encounter."

Naturally, these people will not have any objections. After all, it is the captain's decision.

He enjoyed the feeling of everyone respecting and awe him, and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, then do as I say. We will go to contact the alien monsters tomorrow morning, and then head to the starting point in the afternoon."

"I don't want anyone to be late or not go, this is a group activity, you know what I mean."

"The last person who didn't want to be a group with us has left, and I don't want a second one of you."

Being clearly threatening is very useful against these monsters.

Their thinking cannot be speculated by referring to human thinking and logic. For these monsters that are more driven by instinct and desire, letting them clearly feel fear is the best way to manage them, bar none!

After arranging the work, everyone left. Mr. Responsible was the last to leave, because his job was to be the last to leave and turn off the lights.

This may seem like an inconspicuous job, but it represents exactly the responsibility conferred by rights!

The next morning, seven team members came to the laboratory, and a mature-looking monster that was still sleeping was right in front of them.

Mr. Responsibility walked up to the monster, stretched out his nails and scratched its tough outer skin. He could scratch it, but there was obvious resistance and frustration.

Moreover, the monster's skin has not tightened at this time, and it is not certain whether it can be cut open so easily after tightening the skin.

"Can you wake it up?", the huntress ranked fourth on the team asked a question, "If it just lies here, each of us has a way to fix it."

"What we need is if it can bring us more pressure and conditions, only then can we determine whether we can do the job."

The Huntress's combat mode is mainly long-range. Its arm will transform into a bow during battle, and then shoot out its own bones.

It sounds a bit scary, but it can control the synthesis of calcium in her body. As long as she has enough energy, she can have endless bone arrows.

These bone arrows have some special power. Even if Mr. Responsibility accidentally takes a few hits, it will be very unpleasant.

As for her liberated state, the bow has also been strengthened. It will turn into a crossbow, and can shoot out the phalanges at the end of the fingers, which can easily penetrate the skin of other evolvers.

In close combat, you can also pull out your spine and fight hard, but the effect is obviously not as good as long-range attacks.

After hearing this, Mr. Responsibility agreed with the decision. He glanced at the scientists outside. The scientists asked for permission, and finally Lynch agreed to their request.

The scientists then began to inject some medicine into the alien monster to neutralize the excessive concentration of anesthetics in its body.

When some of its indicators obviously tended to normal, the scientist handed a silver wire to Mr. Responsible, "Insert it from the marked place on the back of its head, and it will wake up."

After saying that, these scientists ran away. They had seen more than one related experiment and dealt with more than one rampaging alien monster.

In fact, from their perspective, whether they are members of the Evolutionary Legion or those alien monsters, they are all monsters!

The moment Mr. Responsibility inserted the silver wire into the marked position, the alien monster's closed eyes suddenly opened, round and dark, like a black hole, not even reflecting light.

It swung its tentacles violently, but Mr. Responsibility did not react. He was violently thrown away and hit the alloy wall before stopping.

This made it angry all of a sudden because it felt that it had lost face.

It stood up again and strode towards the strange monster. As it walked, its body changed.

It wants to let this alien monster know what a stupid thing it has done!

The other team members naturally leaned on the side and even made bets on how long the battle would take and how much power Mr. Responsibility would release.

Most people think that 35 percent is the limit, and the time limit is three minutes.

They even bet chunks of genetic meat on this.

If Mr. Responsibility wasn't so focused on fighting at this time, it might have reprimanded these people, but at this time, its attention was completely focused on the alien monster.

This monster floats in mid-air in an irrational way that violates basic mechanical theory.

The tentacles it keeps exploring around make it look very...uncomfortable.

"What a monster!" Mr. Responsibility did not notice its shadow reflected in the mirror. It was actually a monster.

At that second, it rushed in front of the monster and raised its hand to slash, but the slash was easily blocked by the alien monster.

There was no sound of metal collision, it was like a dull knife striking the thick cowhide, making a dull "bang" sound!

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