They are trying to unlock the octopus's genetic lock and obtain the mysterious code hidden in it. They believe that the octopus's unique genetic structure and physiological characteristics can provide them with key clues to create more lethal zombies.
"Increase the energy input and see if there are any changes in its genetic sequence!" the man ordered loudly.
As the energy increased, the octopus in the petri dish became more manic. Its body began to emit a strange light, and the suction cups on its tentacles became abnormally large.
But the enemy did not retreat, they firmly believed that as long as they could solve this mystery, they could create a terrifying force capable of controlling the world. In their twisted hearts, there was no reverence for life, only an endless pursuit of power and desire.
In this dark underground laboratory, the team members were busy with their own work, their figures appearing distorted and weird under the dim light.
First, consider those mad scientists. Their eyes burn with fanaticism, as if consumed by a certain obsession. Some have unkempt hair, long untidied, lost in their immersion in experimental data, oblivious to their self-image. Others wear thick glasses, yet their gazes behind the lenses reveal a near-maniacal fixation. They disregard ethical constraints, pursuing only so-called "scientific breakthroughs," even if they come at the cost of countless lives.
The ambitious military strategists stood tall, their expressions stern and grim. They wore crisp uniforms, their epaulettes gleaming with a cold gleam, a testament to their past "glory." Their eyes were filled with a thirst for power and an obsession with war, their minds fixed on how to exploit these terrifying experimental results to expand their military might and realize their ambitions of world domination.
Scientists busily worked at their lab benches, while military strategists watched closely, offering their own requests and ideas. They collaborated, yet each harbored their own agenda. Scientists hoped to achieve the pinnacle of academic achievement through their research, even if it was built on sin. Military strategists contemplated how to translate this research into absolute advantage on the battlefield, thereby satisfying their own desire for conquest.
This team composed of crazy scientists and ambitious military strategists is like a cancer, constantly breeding and spreading in the darkness, bringing endless threats to the world.
In the underground laboratory filled with a strange atmosphere, this group of people with ulterior motives gathered around the petri dish, enthusiastically discussing their crazy ideas.
"Everyone, look at this octopus's nervous system. It's extremely complex and efficient." A scientist with gray hair and fanatical eyes said excitedly, and the electronic pen in his hand kept pointing at the structural diagram of the octopus's nervous system on the virtual screen.
"It can quickly sense changes in the surrounding environment and respond accurately. If we can integrate the characteristics of this nervous system into the zombie's body, then the zombies we create will no longer be monsters that attack blindly, but fighting machines with strategy and judgment!" His voice trembled with excitement.
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