The Original Seeker

　　 "Actually, it's not too far away." Liang Gong's expression became solemn, "Do you think your current position is equal to the power you have?"

"Life is much better than before, and I haven't thought about this problem for a while... But think about it carefully, with my smart sixth-layer strength, I really shouldn't just be a firefighting captain and run around all day long. Live." Liang Zhendao said sternly.

"When more people think about this issue, the redistribution of power will be a matter of time." After all, Mr. Liang is an uncle in his forties, and he especially loves to comment on these political affairs. "The proportion of the top-level population is ultimately very small. On average, most capable people are born in the middle and lower classes, which is doomed to this power distribution will not be peaceful."

　　 "Sure enough, strength is the answer to everything. Let's not talk about this, why do you think we gave us the vulgar name of "Dragon Group" in the first place?"

　　 "Is it vulgar? I don't have any feelings, don't we in China often talk about our "dragon's heirs"? I think it's okay."

　　 "Oh, yes, you have no habit of reading novels, you can understand."

　　 "Don't sell it, my old man just can't keep up with the trend of your young people."

　　 "In the novels I have read, there are at least a dozen books, and the organization of capable people representing China is called Dragon Group."

　　 "That's not to say that this name is so popular that everyone likes it, so it's been used over and over again?"

　　 "Those of us who have watched it many times will feel very awkward..."

　　 "It should be that the leader in charge of naming has not seen anything similar to me. After all, they are all elderly people with a traditional complex. It is normal to have a dragon in the name."

　　 "Such as Long Aotian?" Liang Zhendao whispered.

　　 "What? I didn't hear it clearly."

"it's okay no problem."

　　 The second floor of the test site.

"Fortunately, this set of twelve types of psionic tissues transplanted into the experimental body were taken out again in time, otherwise the precious experimental tissues were wasted. It is also rare that one who survived the rejection reaction and did not die immediately It's a pity that the experimental body was almost drained by the huge psionic energy."

"They can't catch high-level abilities alive and let me do experiments. At most, they will come with a corpse, and they are often incomplete. Among the death row prisoners that can be captured alive, the most is this kind of agile three-layer weak chicken. The experimental effect is really not good."

"I don't lack direct combat power right now. What I need are various auxiliary abilities. This set of spiritual maps named'Hole Sky String' should meet the needs, but I don't know how much this first transplant will survive." Bai Mo is inventing' After the concept of'Lingtu' represents the combination of psionic organization, regardless of the fact that I am a painful naming player, I named the first set of Lingtu that I was going to transplant again.

After confirming again and again that the doors from the first basement to the second floor were locked, he took out the special anesthetic profess developed by the research institute for his release mission, which can make a normal adult lose everything as long as 0.1 gram. Of course, no one can guess that he released the task of researching this kind of medicine to perform general surgery on himself.

For the first time, he dissolved 10 grams of medicinal powder in saline and injected himself into his body with Nian Li, but found that besides a little numbness, he still had considerable pain, so he injected the second 10 grams, and the third It was 10 grams, and by the fourth time, he found that the effect of the medicine was finally enough to completely shield his pain.

"From this level, my physique attribute is roughly equivalent to the sum of 500 ordinary people...but it seems that it can't be calculated simply. At least the weight and volume are not the same as the total of 500 people." The whole body is paralyzed, light. He who lifted himself up by thinking force thought of it while manipulating a special scalpel to cut his body.

　　 If there are other people beside you at this time, you will definitely be shocked by the scene of cutting through various parts of yourself for transplantation: the body is lying flat like an aircraft carrier, firmly in the air. Several scalpels shuttled around like airplanes that were constantly coming in and out, and each knife moved exactly according to the lines drawn on the body by the white ink in advance.

Since there are a total of twelve psionic tissues to be transplanted, this operation is much longer than the previous experiment. It lasted for a full eight hours. After completing the suture and smoothly erasing the remaining will, he began to deal with the possibility of Rejection.

　　 But he waited for a long time, but he didn't find any repulsion. It was completely different from what he did on other subjects.

　　 "Is it because I am too strong compared to them, and these tissues are directly assimilated by my body and then integrated into the life field?"

"The subordinate motion system's ability to step in the air and teleport ability corresponding to the tissues have been transplanted successfully, but the teleport ability seems to have shrunk very seriously, a teleport can only move less than ten meters, and Hua Wenwu's ability to move nearly 100 meters at every turn. Differs greatly."

"Then I succeeded in distorting the skin from the distance, but it was also severely shrunk. Originally, one centimeter outside the skin could stretch to an actual distance of five meters, but when it came to me, it became one centimeter and the actual distance was two meters. It's a pity. The original owner of this ability is also an idiot, using this incomprehensible melee ability to attack a modern army full of thermal weapons... From the perspective of a bullet moving at the speed of sound, there is no difference between one centimeter and five meters. The sifted corpse."

"Twelve in a single operation succeeded three of them. Most of them have the ability to shrink, and it is really incomparable with the protagonist's gas luck." Bai Mo drank the liquid gold liquid that was used as a quick healing potion, and he thought helplessly. The success rate of surgery on that boy before.

"It shouldn't be a matter of luck. It's likely that the stronger he is, the lower the success rate of transplantation." He tried to make excuses for himself to cover up the fact that his face was dark, "but I'm different from him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have enough opportunities to try. There is always one day I can fill up this pile of spiritual maps. I will go to get some proluo feeling tomorrow and have another operation the day after tomorrow. Just set aside one day for the liquid gold to repair my body."

　　 A certain coastal area in the south of China.

　　 "It's really hard work to do this job! I swear by Ling Tian that I will get ahead! Never do this kind of spooky work again." Under the scorching sun, Ling Tian, ​​a sweaty construction worker, was doing the work of building defense facilities.

Since the entire coastline of China is thousands of kilometers long and the military is seriously lacking enough engineers, a large number of planned defense facilities have to be contracted out and handed over to private builders. The military is only responsible for the inspection and acceptance, so the front line is there. A large number of construction workers are busy.

　　 "I can finally rest for a while..." Ling Tian just finished today's task. He was so tired that he didn't want to move, he just sat on the beach, picked up his mobile phone and read a novel to relax.

　　 "What are you looking at?" The worker came over and patted him on the shoulder.

　　 "Reading novels." Ling Tian, ​​who was watching the protagonist fight with the Zerg in all directions, responded impatiently and casually.

　　 "Mysterious, I must be watching Xiao Huangwen. Let's go, the foreman asked us to assemble." The worker didn't bother to care about him, and left in a hurry after a notice.

Just after reminding Ling Tian’s workers that they hadn’t gone far, the shallow sea that had been as calm as a mirror suddenly turned up a big wave. Suddenly he plunged into the sea, who was obsessed with novels. He was too late to react. He was on the beach. Only the cell phone originally held in his hand was left.

"The Zerg inheritance system is turned on and the host's identity is checked... During the test, the host is a carbon-based creature, and the enemy of non-my race energy creatures can become the inheritor. The self-destruction is cancelled. Now the gene binding is carried out..." Ling Tian who was involved in the sea heard such a voice.