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The voice on the intercom answered.
"Deal. First, I need a strictly sealed laboratory. Then I will use death row prisoners as test subjects to demonstrate my research results."
Edea said confidently.
So far, the negotiations have been going very smoothly, and he can't wait to cultivate some mutated zombies to feast on.
"All your requests will be met. The money will be deposited into your account later. Please come back in two days."
"it is good."
Adya stood up and walked out of the living room.
In a conference room, a group of senior military officials were carefully watching a surveillance video.
"He's very fast. Even our best special forces soldiers can't reach this speed."
A special forces instructor explained, pointing to the surveillance video that was slowed down ten times.
"It's amazing. I think the properties of his cells have changed a lot. This intensity of exercise will cause the cells to tear severely."
Another military researcher commented.
"After he got the gun, the bullet really penetrated his brain. I don't think this is some kind of magic trick. Look at this bullet. There is some blood on it."
Another senior executive took out a sealed bag containing a blood-stained bullet casing.
"Should we start by studying the properties of his blood?"
Another senior executive suggested.
"I don't agree. He said that the virus contained in his body needs to be adaptable. If it is not adaptable enough, it will become a madman who only knows how to attack others. If we create a monster that cannot be killed with weapons such as guns, it will be troublesome."
"The other party approached us with a cooperative attitude. Once the closed laboratory is built, we can send some researchers to conduct research with him."
"We don't need to rush it."
"That's it. For the time being, seal this shell in a Level 4 biochemical contamination storage room. No one is allowed to access it without permission."
"understood."
The senior executive who had taken out the sealed bag put it back.
"Also, go and secretly investigate the intelligence about him. That's all."
"Yes."
…………
S09 war zone, Moyin’s headquarters.
Early in the morning, Moyin was pulled into UMP9's room by UMP9 and MDR to play a big melee game together.
"Commander, we always feel like something is missing if we just fight like this. How about we gamble on something to add some fun?"
An hour later, UMP9 made a suggestion.
"I agree! Then I'll bet my panties. Commander, if you win, I'll give you the panties I'm wearing now. Or if you want socks, you can give me some too."
MDR said with a smirk.
"Do you think I'll be tempted?"
Moyin said righteously.
"But you clearly liked the agent's black stockings in bed last time. Stop pretending to be a gentleman. We all know. Do you want it or not?"
"Ahem, alright then! I accept the bet."
"So what are you betting on?"
MDR asked expectantly.
"Then I'll bet on 416's little monster! Let me tell you, that feeling is really blissful. If I lose, I'll ask 416 to rub you guys."
Moyin said proudly.
"Ha! Then I'll bet on 45-sister's breasts!"
⑨ Not willing to be outdone, he took out his own bet.
“Hahahahahahahaha, ⑨! You’ve got nothing to bet on! You can’t gamble with things you don’t have!”
MDR laughed out loud, holding his belly.
"Hey, MDR, is it really okay to say something like that..."
Moyin reminded with some concern.
"Well, well, don't worry about this kind of thing. There are only three of us here. We should be real men!"
MDR said with a nonchalant look on his face.
"So, 9, what are you betting on?"
"Then I'll bet my panties and socks, too."
"No, no, this bet is not difficult at all. If you can bet on 45 fat times, then we will accept your bet."
MDR said with a smile.
"Hey, I didn't know you liked Sister 45?"
UMP9 was stunned for a moment.
"Well, I wouldn't say I like it. I just thought it would be fun for you to ask for her panties. I want to see that scene."
MDR replied with a smirk.
"Okay then! Then I'll bet on 45's panties. I've already won twice in a row anyway!"
UMP9 said with confidence.
"Commander, how about we both get 9 out of the game first? Then we can decide the winner between the two of us."
MDR openly tried to win over Merbank.
"I think the game should be fair. After all, I think it's a bit too much to join forces to persecute 9."
Moyin shook his head and rejected MDR's invitation to cooperate.
"Okay, let's start playing! With your own skills! Fair and square! Start!"
The three of them quickly pressed the handles.
dong dong dong.
There was a knock on the door.
"Ah, I'll open the door."
UMP9 pressed the pause button on the controller and then opened the door of the room.
"Hey, Sister 45, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to maintain your branded weapon today?"
UMP9 asked with some confusion.
"Ah, I have something to ask you."
UMP45 smiled and grabbed UMP9's wrist, then pulled UMP9 out of the room.
"Hmm? What's going on? We don't seem to have..."
"Crack."
Before UMP9 finished her words, the sound of bones breaking reached the ears of Moyin and MDR.
"Uh? I mean, Commander, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. If 45 asks, just say that I didn't come here to play today! Please!"
After saying this, MDR immediately lifted the sealing agreement and ran away by breaking through the wall with his might.
"Where's the Commander, MDR?"
UMP45, exuding a doomsday aura, sat down in the room.
"Ahem, she broke through the wall and escaped. Look, she made this gap."
Moyin touched his head. Facing UMP45 in this state, even he instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he sold the MDR immediately... Anyway, even if she didn't tell him, UMP45 knew what she had done.
"Then why don't you run away?"
UMP45 showed a dangerous smile and did not rush to chase MDR.
"I bet on the 416 monster, and I have a clear conscience."
"Are you looking down on me?!"
The iron fist came with a strong wind, and Moyin felt a sharp pain in his nose. The bridge of his nose was shattered by UMP45's iron fist in an instant, and then regenerated quickly.
"I obviously didn't do anything..."
Touching his sore nose, Moyin said somewhat aggrievedly.
"Hmph, next time we discuss that topic, I'll give your nose a one-hour correction package."
After leaving a warning, UMP45 showed a dangerous smile and left through the gap created by the MDR.
No need to think, she was going to hunt down MDR.
Moyin covered his nose and walked out of the room.
The UMP that was dragged out by UMP45 just now was lying on the ground with its waist broken in reverse and its heels folded to the back of its head.
“Wow… that’s really a ruthless move, it even broke the Gundamium alloy… what kind of supernatural power is that?”
Moyin took out a quick repair contract and stuck it on UMP9. The quick repair contract turned into a ball of liquid and quickly repaired the damage to UMP9's body.
"Uwaaaaaaaah, Commander, Sister 45 is so scary!"
After being repaired, UMP9 burst into tears and threw herself into Moyin's arms.
"You took her... ahem, you used her as a bet, and I got punched in the nose..."
Moyin sighed and patted UMP9's back to comfort him. He wanted to say something flat, but a chill crept up from his back, so it was better not to say anything.
"MDR, I think you'd better prepare to flee to Siberia. 45 was cut in half by 45, and I was also hit. I guess will never let you go if you don't escape from the headquarters."
"Stupid commander! How can I get away with this now that you've already told me?! She must have hacked our channel to hear our bet!!!"