Gene samples were re-collected; blood and seeds were essential. This time, bone marrow samples from leaves and muscle tissue were also collected.
However, collecting bone marrow samples was extremely difficult because Yezi's bone density was too high, making sampling very difficult. In the end, Yezi had to break her own forearm to get the sample.
Ye Zi's actions stunned the researchers. They had seen broken bones before, but Ye Zi's method of obtaining bone marrow was too cruel. They had never seen anything like it before.
After obtaining the bone marrow sample, Ye Zi endured the excruciating pain and pressed her severed arm back into place. Then, the system used her Qi and Blood points to begin repairing the wound.
The wound healed completely at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Sister Meng was very happy. As the strongest fighter in the Gates of Hell, the stronger Ye Zi was, the better. However, if this had to be done every time gene samples were collected, it wouldn't be a good thing.
Without saying a word, the mechanic grabbed Ye Zi and headed straight for the armory at the Gates of Hell.
After the two left, Sister Meng addressed the researchers with a serious expression:
"You all saw the bone marrow collection process, so please don't waste any bone marrow samples."
The group nodded seriously; they didn't want to go through this collection process any longer.
The mechanic, pulling Yezi along, asked as they walked:
How big is your storage space? How much can it hold?
"I don't know, but it feels like it can hold quite a lot."
The mechanic opened the armory door and pointed to the dazzling array of weapons and equipment inside:
"Take whatever you need. I'll start working on it in a bit and get you a few more ammunition boxes before we leave tomorrow."
Ye Zi gave an OK sign and then walked into the armory.
The armory at the Gates of Hell was mostly stocked with foreign equipment, not Chinese equipment, ranging from small pistol bullets to various man-portable missiles.
The opponents at the Gates of Hell were mostly foreigners, so very few people used domestically produced equipment.
Ye Zi strolled around and picked up several sets of man-portable air defense missiles, naturally not forgetting anti-tank missiles as well.
Finally, he stopped in front of a row of strangely shaped missiles, because he had never seen these missiles before, and they were locked up like prisoners.
"This is a nuclear bomb!" the mechanic's angry voice rang out.
Ye Zi exclaimed in horror:
"So many of us have been living with nuclear weapons all this time?"
"Don't worry, these nuclear bombs were made by the Soviets. After so many years, they are no longer effective. It would take replacing many parts to detonate them."
"No, this thing emits radiation, are we just going to leave it like this?" Ye Zi was still terrified.
The mechanic rolled his eyes at Ye Zi, then said:
"Listen to the key point: this was made by the Soviets, it's decades old. Besides, do you think you're just using the shell casings as decorations? These things do emit radiation, but the radiation before any reaction occurs is negligible, unless you're holding them every day."
Otherwise, would there still be any survivors at the nuclear weapons base?
Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, stared at the row of nuclear bombs with great interest, and then revealed a wicked smile.
"What do you want to do? You can take whatever you want from the armory, except for these items," the mechanic said cautiously.
"I'm thinking of taking two of these to the Japanese territory, one to the Yasukuni Shrine and the other to the crater of Mount Fuji."
The mechanic was taken aback, then said:
"Then the island of devils will be gone. You really dare to think that way, but it is indeed a good idea. I like it."
"Well, let's discuss it when I get back from Bald Eagle."
The mechanic didn't reply, and pushed Ye Zi away from the armory.
The idea of killing Japanese devils is something we are born with; every Chinese person has this thought from birth.
However, relations between the two countries are relatively stable now. Although there are conflicts, they are not enough to warrant a war. Any thoughts that arise can only be suppressed.
Sneaking into the Japanese island would be a good idea, but transporting such a powerful weapon in would be too difficult.
Airdrops are certainly an option, but they are easily criticized internationally, so we can only wait for the right opportunity.
Ye Zi's appearance perfectly solved this problem. He had space, so it was as easy for him to carry two nuclear bombs and infiltrate Japanese territory.
The scene is too beautiful to imagine; once this thought arises, it's unstoppable.
As Ye Zi walked out of the armory, Meng Jie arrived. She handed him a stack of documents and then gave him a break, since he had to go on a mission and go home to say goodbye to his wife.
After Ye Zi got home, he opened the document and looked at it. It mainly contained his next action plan, the contact person after breaking through the encirclement, and the retreat plan.
After Tongtong returned home, Yezi told her that she had a mission and needed to go out for a while, and would be back in ten days to half a month.
Tongtong put aside her work and stayed home with Yezi for two days.
Two days later, Ye Zi first went to the Gates of Hell to retrieve the eight ammunition boxes that the mechanic had hastily made, and then carried a handbag to the airport.
After checking her ticket, waiting in the waiting area, boarding the plane, Ye Zi found her seat, only to find that it was already occupied by a Black man.
Ye Zi didn't speak English and didn't intend to communicate with the other party. She called over a flight attendant, pointed to her ticket, and then pointed to her seat.
The white flight attendant asked the black man to show his ticket. After comparing them, the flight attendant said in Mandarin:
"Sir, I'm sorry, there might be a problem at the ticket counter. We can adjust your seat."
Ye Zi frowned, and the flight attendant immediately turned around and said a few words to the black man in the seat. The black man looked angry, shouted a few words, and refused to get up.
The white flight attendant could only say to Ye Zi:
"Sir, to express our apologies, we will upgrade you to first class free of charge. Please proceed to the first class cabin."
Ye Zi hadn't expected this kind of arrangement, but since there was a free first-class seat available, she naturally wouldn't refuse. She followed the flight attendant to the first-class cabin, leaving only the black man's dissatisfied voice behind, but the flight attendant ignored him.
Ye Zi's fake identity is just that of an employee dispatched by a certain company, so her plane ticket is for economy class.
After settling into her seat in first class, Ye Zi nodded in satisfaction. After dismissing the flight attendant, all that remained was the tedious wait.
Not long after, a well-dressed white man appeared next to Ye Zi, frowned at Ye Zi, and then looked at his plane ticket.
She then said a few words in English, which Ye Zi couldn't understand, but a flight attendant immediately came over to handle it.
In the end, Ye Zi got up and gave up her seat.
After getting up, Ye Zi was a little angry, but she also realized that something was wrong. It didn't make sense that it was such a coincidence.
The chances of first class being full are slim, especially for international flights like this, but it just happened right before his eyes.
Thinking of the Bald Eagle's plan to use its army to encircle and annihilate him, Ye Zi quickly realized that there were other arrangements for him.
Sure enough, not long after, a white woman appeared next to the seat Ye Zi had just moved to, doing the same thing as before.
The white flight attendant, looking helpless, took Ye Zi off the plane and headed towards another aircraft.
It's a cargo plane, but it can comfortably seat a few people.
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