Chapter 748 Neurotoxins
"Unfortunately, the bacteria they took was exactly what we needed." Sect clicked his tongue, his tone a mix of helplessness and regret.
It's disheartening that the necessary bacteria were taken away, and a pity for the criminal gang that took the bacteria—the red Siamese cats.
“I see…” Bertrand thought for a moment, “Then I’ll have Asti go and bring the bacteria back.”
"Aste? Asti!" Seeker suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "Can I get some of his blood!"
“Sure, I’ll have him bring the things to you later, and you can take some with you.” Bertrand readily agreed, as if 'as long as it’s not his own blood that’s being taken, everything is negotiable.'
Behrfinger: "..."
My blood being drawn from Asti has absolutely nothing to do with your Bertrand, right?
After hanging up the phone, Bertrand turned to Behringer and asked, "What do you think is the best way for us to sneak onto the spaceship?"
"Disguise as a journalist?" Behringer pondered, stroking his chin.
“I think that’s a good idea! Let’s take out the two original members of the Red Siamese Cats and then we can impersonate them!” Bertrand’s eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed to the plan.
Behrfinger blinked. "But wasn't one of them a woman?"
Bertrand also blinked.
The two stared at each other in silence, their eyes wide open.
"It shouldn't be a big problem, right?"
Bertrand broke the silence.
Behrfinger grinned. "Not really. As long as you don't remove your disguise, who would know it's you?"
Bertrand: "?"
“It’s decided then!” Behringer happily took Bertrand’s hand and gave him a high five.
"......"
"Oh dear, the red Siamese cat has already made a statement online."
Behringer took out his computer and browsed through it. Sure enough, he saw the second step of the Red Siamese Cat Project. At the same time, the TV began to broadcast the bacteriologist's analysis of the bacteria.
Bertrand clicked his tongue a few times, picked up the untouched newspaper on the table, and saw Suzuki Jirokichi's challenge to Kaito Kid.
He pursed his lips slightly, "Qin-chan has been using this stick for decades... One stick a year, Qin-chan must be exhausted~"
"Based on the changes in the timeline of Ke Xue, let's go and take care of those two members of the Red Siamese Cat now." Behefinger put away his computer, stood up from the sofa, and stretched.
"Alright, alright." Bertrand threw the apple core into the trash can, washed his hands, took a running start, and pounced on Behringer's back, then made a 'Lesdog's' move, "Charge!"
Behrfinger rolled his eyes gracefully, then excitedly ran out of the safe house.
They used magic to locate the red Siamese cat and flew directly towards it.
There are only three true members left in the Red Siamese Cats now; the rest are mercenaries hired by the leader, Takamichi Fujioka.
And now, the three of them are together.
Behringer and Bertrand lurked in the shadows, plotting how to switch the baby.
"Boss, are you sure you want to share the money you got with those mercenaries?" the woman among the three asked, frowning.
"Hmph, that's assuming we can get the Buddha statue. If all we can get is the 'Lady of the Sky' gem, then we'll take care of them too."
The eldest brother, Tenggang Longdao, snorted coldly and spoke.
Having shaken off the invisibility spell, Behringer and Bertrand squatted down beside them, and upon hearing this, they showed expressions of 'I see, I understand now'.
Takamichi Fujioka took out his cigarette case, only to find it was empty. He told the two men and then got up to go out and buy a pack of cigarettes.
The two men's eyes lit up, and they each pulled a baseball bat from their cat carrier and cloak, walked behind the two men, raised their hands, and prepared to deliver a powerful blow.
The two people who were drinking suddenly felt a chill down their spines, but when they turned around, they saw nothing.
Just as I wasn't thinking about it, I was suddenly hit hard on the back of the head.
They were indeed part of a criminal gang; they didn't even faint after that blow, so the blue and silver ones swung their clubs again and struck them once more.
This time, the force was so great that a cracking sound could be clearly heard.
After glancing at the two who were now deep in sleep, chatting and drinking tea face-to-face with God, Behringer and Bertrand nodded in satisfaction.
With a wave of his hand, he moved the bodies and treated their wounds. Behffinger then quickly and easily transformed their own appearances into those of the two men, and they were fully prepared before Takamichi Fujioka returned.
Takamichi Fujioka returned without any suspicion. After discussing some more details of the plan, they prepared to leave.
Once out of Fujioka Takamichi's sight, Bertrand hiccuped, his legs gave way, and he fainted.
Bechfenger: ? ? ?
"What the heck? The 'can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk' thing doesn't work for you, does it?" He caught the person with a bewildered look on his face.
Staggering, Petrancy raised his hand and made an international friendship gesture. "It's not the wine's fault, it's the apples' fault."
As soon as he finished speaking, Behringer fell silent, and then the two of them collapsed to the side of the road with a thud.
His hand trembled as he raised it and made an international friendship gesture, "...As expected of you, eating an apple from drug research."
Two minutes after the two men fell, a figure appeared beside them, glanced at them helplessly, and lifted them up, one in each hand.
"When did I become so troublesome?"
Qianzhu's gentle tone carried a hint of self-doubt and confusion.
With one in each hand, Qianzhu flashed to the "Death" underground laboratory and casually tossed the two onto the operating table next to him.
Bei, Bo: ? Are we going to be eliminated?
Qianzhu rummaged through the room and found two vials of medicine. She skillfully took out the blood-drawing equipment and an unused syringe, drew a tube of blood from each of them, and then injected the medicine into the two vials before giving each of them an injection.
Before the clone recovered, Qianzhu examined the two vials of blood.
Looking at the data on the screen, the black-haired boy raised an eyebrow slightly. "That's quite interesting. We can study it further and try to create a neurotoxin."
He saved the data.
He then turned to look at the clone who was still lying down, and after thinking for a moment, he extracted the toxins from the blood and quickly created a neurotoxin.
Although the quantity is small, it can be used on many people.
After standing in front of the research table for a while, Qianzhu took out two more needles.
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