Volume 1 Hello, Lu Mingfei Chapter 79 Flying Fish (VI)
Ice cellar, the three goddesses of fate, Shikoti area.
After the four robotic arms moved away, the bone bottle was steadily suspended in the superconducting magnetic field of low-temperature liquid nitrogen, surrounded by half-meter thick quartz glass. It was sleeping like a developing fetus.
The powers of the King of Bronze and Fire are flame and metal, and these two things are also important conditions for awakening him. The bone bottle itself is actually an alchemical material and does not contain any metal elements. The bone bottle is placed in a quartz glass cavity to keep it at a low temperature. In an environment without metal, the egg will not be awakened by anyone.
In other words, the Dragon King was captured successfully.
Over the past thousands of years, the hybrids have used alchemical instruments, cold weapons and even evil witchcraft as weapons to fight against the dragons, paying a heavy price. This is only a temporary defeat of the Dragon King and makes him sleep. They will cocoon and revive again one day in the future.
This situation has changed significantly in recent centuries. The three industrial revolutions have developed science, the most powerful weapon of mankind, to the extreme, allowing humans the opportunity to eliminate the dragons once and for all.
Today will be a historic day. Cassel obtained the bone bottle containing the dragon king's eggs. This is the first time that a hybrid has obtained a complete living dragon and its bones. It will have great research value. The dormant egg has not triggered its defense mechanism, which means that it will be dissected by a laser knife in its sleep.
"Perfect!" The researchers in white lab coats applauded. Under the leadership of Principal Angers, this will surely become an important day that will be remembered in the textbooks of mixed-race people.
Old Tang stood in the crowd and clapped along, feeling extremely happy. When he arrived at the laboratory, he happened to meet a group of people in white coats who were excitedly discussing something. He keenly realized that they might be his target. So he thought about it, followed the crowd into the bathroom, knocked out a poor guy in the corner, hid him naked in the cabinet, and then changed into his sterile lab coat and successfully mixed into the team in the laboratory.
His target was right in front of him. His employer's order was to get the bottle of bones floating in the quartz glass. He had to find a way to get close to that thing so as to determine how to pour the solution in his hand into it.
"Do the autopsy now," Ange said. "For safety reasons, only the person in charge of the equipment can enter, and the rest will be handled by the mechanical equipment." The principal looked at Old Tang with an expectant expression, "Are you ready?"
Isn't this too much of a coincidence? It's just what you think! Because of the protective suit, Angers couldn't see his playful expression. Old Tang nodded as he pushed the equipment cart, on which were displayed various transparent tools for nanomaterials.
The cryogenic hatch slid open, and the white gas of liquid nitrogen hit him in the face. The protective suit was of no use. Old Tang was shivering with cold, and all he saw was white mist spreading under his feet.
The dragon king's bone vase floated in the quartz glass cavity, the surface was covered with dark green copper rust, and the engraved pattern showed two snakes entwined around a giant tree. Overall, it looked a bit like a large egg, with no place to pry it open.
Old Tang was worrying about how to pour the thing in his hand in, and the bone bottle happened to turn a circle in the solution at this moment. His eyes lit up. There was a gray area on the top of the thing, and a black hole about the thickness of a finger, as if it had been corroded by some strong acid.
Hey, this is really a very simple task, isn't it? Everything went so smoothly, as if everything followed the arrangement of fate and opened the most convenient door for him, Old Tang.
In full view of everyone, he tore off his lab coat, leaped onto the operating table, and stood on tiptoe to look into the gap. The pitch-black gap looked like an ancient well that could penetrate time.
"What are you doing!" Someone realized something was wrong and strode into the cryogenic cabin door. What greeted him was a brilliant bloom of blood on his chest. At this distance, a shotgun was simply an unstoppable heavy artillery. A penetrating wound might not kill a person immediately, but the huge impact area was enough to deprive the victim of the ability to move, not to mention that it was a large amount of Frigga bullet fragments.
Old Tang calls himself a thief, but the American-style thief may be different from the so-called Chinese thief's code of conduct. If someone wants to stop a thief from stealing his beloved treasure, then Old Tang doesn't mind sending him to death with his even more precious gun.
Shotguns fired continuously at the crowd. These researchers had obviously never seen such ferocious thugs. Before they had the time to flee and close the hatch to hide, Old Tang shot down all the moving white targets with a cool cowboy-like burst.
With 5 million U.S. dollars within his grasp, Old Tang took out the ampoule containing the gray tin solution. He was suddenly stunned. Having been a bounty hunter for many years, he had an instinctive sense of danger, an unpredictable thing.
He turned his head and looked back, and saw a white-haired old man standing behind him. The old man had a blank expression and looked solemn, as if he was attending someone's funeral.
Without any time to think, Old Tang raised his hand and fired a shot, but the old guy moved as quickly and silently as a ghost. Old Tang didn't see anything clearly. He just felt a pain in his wrist and the shotgun flew out.
"Continue your mission, the bonus has increased to 8 million US dollars." The old man whispered.
What the hell? Old Tang was stunned. This old guy was actually in the same group as him? But among the 14 people before the departure, there was no guy this old.
"Is he really one of us?" Old Tang looked up and down at the old man in the white lab coat. It seemed that he had indeed arrived one step ahead of him. He wondered if he would get a portion of the prize money.
The old man did not answer, but took out an ampoule from his pocket. It contained the same gray solution, exactly the same as the one in Old Tang's hand. He proved his identity with this silent answer.
"Pour yours in, and drink mine yourself. We are here with different missions, so we just need to do our own thing well."
"Drink it?" Old Tang was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head to look at the ampoule. The stuff inside seemed to be very concentrated, like freshly stirred lime. It must be a very uncomfortable feeling to put this stuff into the stomach.
If there was a second choice, Old Tang would rather give up the extra 3 million US dollars than drink this stuff, but the old man was standing next to him, and his expression made people feel that he was a supervisor. If Old Tang dared not to drink it, his neck would be cut off in the next second.
"Okay, I'll drink it." Old Tang took the ampoule from the old man, broke it open with a snap of his knuckles, poured the solution in his own ampoule into the incision with one hand, and drank the one the old man brought with the other hand.
Most things that don't look good don't taste very good either. It felt like a burning flame was flowing through his throat. The strongest vodka was as bland as this stuff. Old Tang felt like his throat and stomach were about to burn. A violent heat was stirring in his body. He seemed to have turned into a bomb that was about to explode. The chemical reaction had been completed inside, and all that was missing was the final bit of drive.
The sharp blade cut through the quartz glass like cutting jelly. The old man controlled the bright silver folding knife as if he was holding a sword that could cut through gold and jade. He slid the knife light across the bone bottle like a clear stream, and the gray solution poured into the lower half of the bone bottle from top to bottom through the hole. Gurgling sounds came from inside, as if it was filled with a pot of boiling water.
Old Tang's body was also gurgling. All his blood was boiling, shattering his blood vessels and even breaking through his skin. His body was covered with wounds from severe burns. Pain burned every inch of his skin. As he rolled on the ground, every burst bubble felt like someone was stabbing him with a sharp blade.
"Brother, there are a lot of people outside."
"Maybe you'll die? But don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid when I'm with my brother ... But why don't you eat me, brother? If you eat me, I can break through any cage."
"You are great food, but it would be too lonely. For thousands of years, you and I would be the only ones together."
“But death is really sad. It’s like being sealed in a box, forever and ever. It’s pitch black. You want to grope around in the darkness, but your outstretched hands can never touch anything…”
"The so-called fate of the abandoned tribe is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and return to their homeland. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can devour this world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone. We will still wake up."
"Brother...when you raise the battle flag and devour the world, will you eat me?"
"Yes, then you will be with me and rule the world!"
Long-lost memories flooded his mind, causing him to have a splitting headache. In just half a minute, Old Tang's skeleton had undergone an amazing evolution. Hundreds of bones were born, interlocking and biting each other, increasing his strength by hundreds and thousands of times. Black membrane wings pierced his spine, flapping like an eagle. His knuckles were breaking away from the concept of limbs and growing towards reptiles. His sharp bone claws left an inch-deep claw mark on the floor. Every time he roared and pounded the ground in pain, the laboratory was shaken to the point of collapse.
The gray solution forcefully gave birth to evolution and awakening, just like violently opening an immature egg. Lao Tang's evolution stopped at a certain point in time. He still retained a human appearance, but also had many dragon characteristics. Half of him was as ancient and majestic as a prosperous life, and the other half was as tattered and unbearable as a body that had been dead for a long time.
He was finally freed from the pain and looked up. The old man was gone. He turned around and held the bone bottle in his arms. The eggshell-like surface was cracking and breaking into pieces bit by bit.
The roar of bronze and fire roared in the laboratory. The torrent of flames ignited . Even the extreme cold could not stop the flames from spreading. This was the supreme authority, the ultimate of the element of fire. Just as he had promised his brother, a thousand years later, they would reign over this hateful world again and settle accounts with everything!
