Turning the dead into living people, or even supermen, is equivalent to a myth in the eyes of all scientists.
Therefore, no one thinks that Zhuang Li will succeed.
However, a few months later, he used Bei Ming's remaining stem cells to create a heart.
A living heart, immersed in a solution, beating vigorously. This miracle shocked everyone.
That night, surrounded by a group of scientists, Zhuang Li personally performed the surgery and transplanted the heart into Bei Ming's empty chest.
For the first time, he used the gold finger he had taken from the Child of Destiny. He dripped Shao Hui's S-level gold finger—the Millennium Spirit Essence—into Bei Ming's heart to ensure the success of the operation.
To add another layer of insurance, he repeatedly enhanced the chameleon's self-healing gene and transplanted it into Bei Ming's gene sequence.
After one genetic modification, Ye Huai's body had reached its limit. If it were to undergo another, his gene chain would likely collapse. But Bei Ming had no such concerns. His body seemed to be able to accommodate the most powerful genes in the world.
No matter how powerful the gene fragment Zhuang Li selects, it can be integrated very perfectly into Bei Ming's gene sequence. He is the god of this world.
After the operation was completed, a beating curve appeared on the heart monitor, thump, thump, thump... so steady and orderly.
Zhuang Li looked at the curve and finally smiled with relief.
The doctors and scientists standing around watching the operation began to applaud one after another, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Zhuang Li created a miracle in medical history!
After sending Bei Ming into the medical cabin and soaking him in a medicine mixed with thousand-year-old spiritual essence, Zhuang Li and an army set out on the journey to the North Pole.
In the permafrost of the Arctic Circle, human scientists have built a seed warehouse with one-meter-thick reinforced concrete walls, blast-proof doors, and air valves. This warehouse stores the seeds of all known plants in the world.
When natural disasters strike suddenly and humans and all animals and plants are on the verge of destruction, these seeds will play a vital role in the reconstruction of the end times.
Zhuang Li must bring these seeds back to the base.
More than a month after he left, the meteorite shower that was supposed to destroy humanity broke out ahead of schedule.
Even though the country was well prepared, many people were still inevitably infected with the virus and then hurt those around them.
Seeing the chaotic scenes on the streets through news reports, Ye Huai, who had already taken his parents to live in the Pure Land, felt mixed emotions. He knew death was inevitable, but when death actually came, he found that he would never be able to get used to such a tragic scene.
The only consolation is that the army took to the streets at the first opportunity to maintain order and search for survivors.
This time, there should be many more people who can survive than in the previous life.
However, if the survivors from far away places want to come to the Pure Land and settle down, they must go through an extremely difficult journey.
I hope everyone is safe.
Ye Huai was about to close his eyes and pray when he suddenly remembered: Damn, Zhuang Li is still out there! Returning to China from the Arctic is a long way away! Will something happen to him?
This made Ye Huai extremely anxious, and he immediately went to report the matter to his superiors. The higher-ups were even more anxious than he was, but they simply couldn't spare any troops to send overseas for rescue. Just suppressing the zombies at home was already overwhelming the major armies.
Fortunately, they had contacted Zhuang Li via satellite phone and learned that he had already returned by boat. Only a few people on board had been infected with the zombie virus, and they were all under control with no casualties. As long as they were at sea, they were safe for the time being.
But after landing in the country, they hope that the higher-ups will send an army to pick them up.
Naturally, the higher-ups agreed readily.
After this call, there was no further news from Zhuang Li, and the satellite phone remained disconnected. It seemed they had to make repeated stops to search for supplies, a journey that must have been extremely difficult and dangerous.
The research and development of the anti-zombie virus vaccine still needs Dr. Zhuang's guidance to proceed smoothly. Therefore, after losing contact with Dr. Zhuang, the national management was secretly sweating every day.
Another month passed, and Bei Ming, who was soaked in the potion, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a researcher standing in front of him through the transparent repair cabin.
The man, holding a notebook, was copying down Bei Ming's various physical data. He was stunned by the sight of those deep, dark eyes. After a long moment, he shouted, "Major General Bei Ming is awake! Major General Bei Ming is awake!"
A miracle really happened!
Although Bei Ming's heart had been beating steadily since the operation, he had never regained consciousness. Everyone thought Dr. Zhuang's experiment had failed.
However, the facts prove that Dr. Zhuang is still Dr. Zhuang, and the word "failure" has never appeared in his dictionary.
Bei Ming frowned slightly, feeling a slight tingling in his eardrums. Even through the tempered glass and the numerous liquids, he could still clearly hear everything outside. Footsteps, voices, screams, laughter—no matter how far or near, they were all crystal clear to him.
Even the sound of a butterfly gently flapping its wings outside the window sounds like the wind blowing by my ears.
Bei Ming stared at the butterfly, wondering if he was hallucinating. How could human ears possibly hear such a subtle, distant sound?
No, am I not dead? Bei Ming finally realized the most serious problem.
Just as he was horrified, a group of scientists came running over, hurriedly released the solution in the repair chamber, helped Bei Ming out, and then took him into a laboratory for a comprehensive physical examination.
During this process, Bei Ming finally learned how he survived.
"So this Dr. Zhuang Li is missing now, right?" He frowned.
"Yes. Without Dr. Zhuang's leadership, we don't know how many years it will take to develop a vaccine against the zombie virus, let alone how many years it will take to develop a genetic drug that can block the zombie virus from replicating itself. Dr. Zhuang is our hope." A researcher said in tears.
Bei Ming felt very uncomfortable and looked very worried.
Although he didn't know Dr. Zhuang Li personally, he knew he was his savior. Without him, he wouldn't be where he is today. This favor needed to be repaid.
"I can lead a team to find him." Bei Ming took the initiative to say.
"Of course, this mission belongs to you." An old man hurried into the laboratory and ordered, "Come with me, we will test your physical strength first."
Bei Ming immediately put on his military uniform and followed the others into another laboratory. He touched his chest as he walked, unable to feel the pain of his heart being ripped out alive.
Dr. Zhuang's medical skills are truly amazing.
Before even meeting the person, Bei Ming had already developed an uncontrollable strong liking and curiosity towards that person.
The old man pointed to a circular platform and said, "Stand on it."
Bei Ming stood up obediently.
The old man pressed a button, and a transparent glass cover descended around the circular platform, imprisoning Bei Ming inside.
"Try to break this protective shield with your punch." The old man and a group of scientific researchers stood a little further away.
Bei Ming raised an eyebrow, completely baffled by the order. Shattering a piece of glass? Was that the physical strength test? Are you kidding? He could easily shatter ten panes of glass with one punch.
So Bei Ming gently tapped the glass.
With a crisp clang, the glass shattered, but no debris fell to the ground.
Bei Ming's eyes widened in surprise. What was going on? His fist had clearly struck something hard and shattered it, yet the ground was spotless? Was he hallucinating?
However, before he could come to his senses, another piece of glass fell from the surrounding area of the circular platform.
The old man continued, "Try to break this protective shield."
Bei Ming had no choice but to throw another punch and break the glass.
The old man and the researchers fell into a long silence.
What Bei Ming didn't know was that these transparent objects were not glass, but plasma walls, a protective shield that was hundreds of times harder than carbon yne sulfide, which in turn was hundreds of times harder than steel and several times harder than diamond.
This shows that this protective shield is by far the hardest thing in the world. It is the main material used to cast the outer wall of the Pure Land. The second protective shield is dozens of times harder than the first one, and can even withstand missile bombardments.
In other words, Bei Ming could destroy the outer wall of the Pure Land Base with just one punch, even though hundreds of thousands of zombies could not break through it.
His attack power is stronger than a missile!
Is this still a human? What kind of monster has Dr. Zhuang created?
The old man kept recording the data while he looked at Bei Ming, his eyes radiating a burning light. This was only the first test, and Bei Ming's strength had already far exceeded their expectations.
No, it not only exceeded their expectations, it exceeded their imagination!
What species' genes did Dr. Zhuang implant into Bei Ming? Those four psychics aren't very strong! If they were as powerful as Bei Ming, how could they have been captured so easily by Dr. Zhuang?
The old man was curious and pointed to a pressure chamber next to him, wanting Bei Ming to go in and test its pressure-bearing capacity.
At this moment, Ye Huai ran into the laboratory breathlessly, crying with joy, "There's news about Zhuang Li! His ship has docked at the South Port in S Province! Hurry, hurry, let's set off to pick him up right away!"
The old man suddenly stopped caring about anything else and quickly waved his hand at Bei Ming: "What are you still standing there for? Get ready and go!"
Bei Ming immediately followed Ye Huai towards the armory, but just as he took a step, he found himself standing at the elevator entrance at the end of the laboratory corridor. This place was at least a hundred meters away from where he was before.
He reached a hundred meters away in just one second. How did he do it?
Bei Ming fell into deep confusion.
Ye Huai caught up with him, panting, and asked in disbelief, "Major General Bei Ming, what genes have been integrated into your body? Why are your movements faster than lightning? Have you really become Superman?"
Superman? Bei Ming gradually realized something, and quickly mastered the technique of using this ability. He treated everything around him as if it were a piece of tofu, touching it cautiously. With such extreme restraint, he finally walked to the armory like a normal person.
There were dozens of special forces soldiers in camouflage uniforms standing in the armory, some of them were Bei Ming's old comrades, and others were strangers.
Five people mixed in among these unfamiliar faces caught Bei Ming's attention because there was a line of text floating above their heads. It was obvious that they were the taskers.
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