Chapter 76 Chapter 76...

This place doesn't look like a place that studies how to integrate humans and worms.

Every day, the experimental subjects would take shelter from the wind at a fixed time, and everyone would chat and laugh.

Every day in the laboratory was peaceful.

Among the captives captured from the Imperial Outpost, Philus only saw a few Omegas. Even for these captives, the laboratory did not control their actions too much. They just couldn't leave here.

And Philus didn't know where the rest of the people went.

- Probably they were taken to do various experiments. Philus thought.

But from these experimental subjects, at most, we can only get some information about the current situation of the Federation, and there is relatively little information about the researchers in the laboratory, so Philus needs to guide the topic.

This allowed Balus to roughly figure out which researchers were responsible for transplanting worm genes into Omega glands. These researchers would occasionally come to see them during their breaks.

When Balus was undergoing his second transformation surgery, a researcher in his forties came to see Balus with his assistant.

He said that he was Balus's supervisor and the person who performed the surgery on him after he was on the operating table.

Balus was very gentle, but also a little polite and distant. He focused on asking about the anesthesia method for the surgery and how long it would take.

"I had general anesthesia during my last surgery, and I feel it will affect my memory and the feel of my weapon."

Felix was just like an ordinary patient, worried that anesthesia would have a bad effect on his body.

The researcher had no doubts, as such doubts were common, and he knew that Felix was sent here by the military, and one of their important partners in recent years was the federal military.

"Don't worry, technology has advanced in recent years. There is no need for general anesthesia, local anesthesia will do," the middle-aged researcher said to him with a smile, "General anesthesia is mainly to prevent ordinary people from having poor acceptance, because they are too panicked because they know their glands are being cut, which may lead to accidents. Besides, you are a soldier, I think you must have encountered more bloody scenes than us."

Feilus also smiled, and said in a seemingly flattering way: "I heard that the second stage surgery will enhance the control over people. I have seen colleagues directly make a high-level A kneel on the ground. I can't imagine how you did it."

There was some tacit understanding on the researcher's face, "Actually, there is not much change, it's just that, it's a little risky."

He did not explain in detail how this adventure was, but talked about politics with interest and regret.

"Alas, in fact, this technology is not very perfect, but the big bosses of Congress and the military have been arguing for a long time."

The researcher smacked his lips, "Technology is just technology. The military can use this thing to fight wars, and Congress can also use it to control the military. It's a pity that it should be more mature before it is brought up."

"Progress while experimenting is also for accumulating experience in the future. You will become technological breakthroughs because of this."

Feilus did not behave like a patient who knew that he would soon undergo an immature surgery. Instead, he considered it completely from the perspective of a researcher.

The researcher got enough emotional value from chatting with him and thought he had found a soulmate.

"Hahaha, I think so too," the researcher said complacently, "We receive the most volunteers here, have the most surgical experience, and have the fastest technological breakthroughs."

Feilus nodded in admiration.

The researcher was very happy, but that was all he revealed.

But it was enough for Calus.

The weather was good the day Calus went on the operating table.

Calus was lying on the operating table while the anesthesiologist prepared the anesthetic.

The operating room was soon full of people, who were chatting with each other in a relaxed manner, and the assistants and nurses around them were also talking in a very harmonious manner. Calus heard them say that there was another operation at the same time today. The middle-aged researcher wanted to compete with the other surgeon to see who would do a better job and get out faster.

The nurse brought the sterilized surgical instruments.

The next second.

Arterial blood in the operating room spurted onto the ceiling and the shadowless lights, and their screams were hoarse and accompanied by the wails of air leaks.

Another drop splashed on the corner of Phyllus' lips. He wiped it off with his hand, holding a scalpel in the other hand.

He was the only living person standing in the operating room.

Some equipment beeped, Phyllus stepped over the body, and took a second to fumble to turn off the instrument.

Then he went out and went to another operating room, killed the person who was undergoing surgery inside, and spared the person lying on the operating bed.

Phyllus couldn't think of what else he could do besides killing people. These people were also ordinary people who would chat with him, but unfortunately, killing them would delay the progress of striking the Federation's "artificial worm mother."

He squeezed time as much as possible, and reached the independent laboratories of other researchers within ten minutes, killing the researchers who were familiar to him.

The alarm sounded at this time.

Felix felt surprisingly tired, but he had an endless supply of strength to keep going.

When his body was covered with red blood and his red eyes were filled with a cloudy light, Felix felt that the anesthetic injected by the anesthesiologist still affected his thinking.

But he had almost killed all the key researchers.

Felix knew that for various reasons, there would only be a few such technical talents in the same industry at the same time, and they could be counted on one hand. William was an example.

He had done everything he could.

He couldn't assassinate the high-ranking officials on the planet T-980 under such circumstances, and the high-ranking officials might not be more valuable than such talents. Even if one of the federations was gone, they would always send people.

He also couldn't drive a starship to blow up the planet...Pyrus's thoughts gradually wandered, and even the alarm sounded, which made him unable to pay attention.

The sunlight shone through the glass and onto the ground, like a transparent but moving water light.

When Pyrus was distracted, suddenly, a man rushed out from the room next to him.

"Did you kill the researcher?!"

Bai Hena looked at Pyrus in disbelief. He heard the alarm and the broadcast, and was initially worried that the killer was too close to him and that his life might be in danger, but then he saw Malus covered in blood in the corridor.

Felix came back to his senses, looked up at him, but said nothing.

Bai Hena had found the answer in his silence.

"Why are you doing this?!"

Bai Hena collapsed instantly, "I'm going to have surgery tomorrow, why are you doing this!"

"Don't you want others to surpass you because you have successfully transformed yourself! Don't you want to bless me to live well? I will be able to move towards a new life soon, why are you doing this to me!"

Felix reached out to him and wanted to touch his head.

Tell him that such a new life was obtained by sacrificing his most precious humanity.

But Bai Hena knocked his hand down.

"I don't want to bless you anymore, I curse you to death!!"

Felix was just stunned for a moment, then he withdrew his hand and continued to move forward.

Yes.

Didn't he have such a time before?

Treat sacrificing oneself as an exchange of benefits.

Treat the salvation of others as nonsense.

"I'm sorry, your future has been disrupted by me." The voice of Phyllus disappeared in the air.

"I still hope that you can live well."

Phyllus left here.

He wanted to find a good place - a place where there were no other experimental subjects, so that it would be convenient for the laboratory to activate some weapons to kill him, or send someone to kill him.

Phyllus knew that he would not be able to return to the Empire alive if he did this.

After learning what kind of glandular transformation surgery he had undergone, an idea appeared in his mind; when he knew that he had to undergo a second-stage surgery to return to the Empire, he had already determined:

if he went back like this, he might as well die.

At this moment, the words that Phaerus had said, wishing the other person to live well, suddenly and naturally came out of his mouth again.

He seemed to suddenly understand how Tang En saw him.

He dragged his steps, and tears suddenly filled his eyes.

"So, so that's how it is."

Phaerus said to himself.

So Tang En never gets angry and is extremely tolerant. Compared to humans, she may be more like a god in the legend, lowering her head and watching everyone struggle in the world. And she is indeed just a person, so she can only pick up the drowned people she sees.

The rescued people may curse at her, or treat her as a life-saving straw like him, and cling to her tightly, she doesn't care, she won't care.

It's really great to understand this before dying.

Plaus was tired and stopped, leaning against the wall.

A hidden gun barrel had been extended from the opposite wall, aiming at him.

Plaus closed his eyes.

"..."

"Isn't it too early for you to wait for death now?"

A familiar female voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Plaus' eyes suddenly widened.

Tang En, who had short hair and was wearing a cloak, took off the cloak and threw it to him when she saw his dejected look.

"You are too dirty, wipe yourself."

"Oh." Plaus looked at her blankly and responded.

- Is he dreaming?

Tang En waved his hand back, and two teams appeared from nowhere, rushing quickly along the corridor.

- He really had a ridiculous dream.

Philus confirmed his guess.

Transporting so many imperial soldiers into the Federation was simply crazy and unrealistic, so the only possibility was that he was dreaming. It was probably similar to a revolving lantern. Philus thought that it was only because his inner desire was too strong that it became like this.

That's fine.

"Senior sister, I... like you and want to be with you."

Philus originally wanted to add some more words, such as: He knew that Tang En didn't like him, but it didn't matter, he felt very happy now, the love of the senior sister might not have the meaning of a lover, but he who was saved was indeed tolerated and loved.

But he already had the revolving lantern hallucination, and he still had to think about it, feeling very sorry for himself.

Tang En looked at him, sighed deeply, and said, "Okay, I promise you."

"I'm dreaming." Felix turned his head and said to himself.

"Uh-wait, what were you talking about just now?"

Suddenly, another person came in from the door. It was the red-haired Abigail.

Abigail looked at the two people in front of her in shock.

Tang En had shocked her many times along the way, such as the "real submarine planet ship" that she suddenly took out, and she seemed to be very familiar with the environment in the Federation and took them directly to the T-980. Sometimes, Abigail even wanted to disobey her orders, but she couldn't help but think that what she said did make sense, so she did what Tang En said.

But the young man standing opposite Tang En shocked her even more.

Who confessed to Tang En the first time they met, and Tang En actually agreed? !

And this person... His white hair looked like it was soaked in blood. I don't know how many people he killed, but his eyes and face had a kind of innocence.

"You are Tang En's junior among the recruits?"

Abigail suddenly remembered.

"Your junior, if you admit that you have been to the First Military Academy."

Tang En touched his forehead helplessly, "Let's stop talking, find the laboratory data first."

Speaking of business, Abigail's face instantly sank, "Yes, we also need to find the location of the insect queen kept in captivity by the Federation as soon as possible."

Abigail left immediately.

Tang En turned his head and looked at Phyrus.

Philus's face, which had been calm before, now turned red and looked flustered.

"Yes, to transplant worm genes, there must be worm samples, right?" Phyllus stammered, "Seven or eight years ago, Saint Valentine began to suffer from energy shortages. No wonder, they were too bold to raise worms."

Tang En chuckled and said, "You did a good job. Who did you kill? Doctors and researchers who specialize in transplants?"

Phyllus nodded obediently.

"Very good, you go find Alicia, and go back to rest first."

Phyllus took two steps and hesitated, "Senior sister, I'm sorry."

"If you agreed to this just to comfort me--"

"I won't agree to this just to comfort you." Tang En interrupted him.

Phyllus' eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes, he had confessed his feelings many times in various situations before, but Tang En had never agreed.

Although he didn't know why he agreed this time, Feilus still didn't ask, because he had more important things to do now.

Feilus walked out of the laboratory, and the sun was shining outside.

And he was no longer the one who was peeping in the shadows.

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