Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

"Don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you before your experiment starts."

The old man knew my thoughts well, and before I could speak, he had already comforted me first.

But from what I know of him, this guy might be scarier than a madman.

And more importantly, he is also very likely to be a reformer.

After all, he was the first group of people to study human transformation. So far, he has not shown any characteristics of human transformation, but I think my guess is probably true.

It is precisely because of this guess that I have repeatedly chosen to endure.

"Want to try it?"

The old man patted the thing similar to the ice coffin at his hand, and said, "It is made of aerospace materials, which are very expensive."

Who's out of their minds to want to try something like this?

I sneered in my heart, and then walked out from here, and returned to the laboratory after turning around.

In the empty laboratory, apart from those cold experimental equipment, there is only the sea urchin-shaped thing I have seen before. It is huddled in the corner alone, and the thorns all over the body are gathered together. If you don’t look carefully, It's easy to ignore it.

I glanced at him, then kind of looked away.

After carefully observing every corner, I sighed.

The water man didn't come, and I don't know if he has been dealt with by the old man, or if he is hiding...

Although I didn't have much hope for him at the beginning, anyway, it was my chance to escape here with the girl, so it was gone, and I still felt a little uncomfortable.

But there is no other way, all I can do now is wait.

For a long time after that, I stayed in this dark laboratory. During this period, the old man would come to take a tube of my blood from time to time.

In this way, nearly a week passed.

Of course, this time is only a rough estimate by me. After all, this ghostly place is dark, and I have nothing on me to time it.

I just don't know when this kind of day will end...

I have a hunch that as time goes by, the changes in my body will become more and more obvious and unstoppable.

Finding a solution to the curse has become urgent.

But now I can only stay in this place, looking forward to illusory hopes.

While thinking, I lay on the rocking chair, stroking the stubble on my chin in boredom, with mixed feelings in my heart.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt a muffled sound coming from the stone wall above my head, followed by a slight shaking in the entire laboratory.

Stone chips and soil dregs fell down one after another.

earthquake?
I got up and glanced at the old man who was still busy in front of the test bench. He seemed to be completely unaware of the movement just now, and he was still concentrating on playing with his experiment.

The shock is still going on, and there is a tendency to intensify.

If I hadn't been able to clearly feel the source of the earthquake above our heads, I would really think that this was a sudden earthquake.

boom!
In less than half an hour, a deafening explosion sounded above our heads. The loud sound made my ears ring.

I am deeply aware that too much hearing is not necessarily a good thing...

The old man finally stopped the experiment in his hands, and after sweeping the dust on his clothes, he smiled lightly.

"The guests are here."

guest?

His words cheered me up. After calming down for so many days, I became excited for the first time.

Which force would it be the person sent by?

I very much hope that the people who come will be Fire Monkeys, or at least a Chinese.

Even though I know the possibility of this is almost zero.

boom!
Before I could finish my excitement, there was another explosion sound from the stone wall above my head, and I keenly noticed that the stone wall above my head was cracked with many tiny gaps.

At the first moment, I hid.

Coincidentally, a stone slab three to five meters in length and width fell, smashed to the ground and shattered into a pile of scum, raising waves of dust.

Someone is coming down.

I held my breath, staring at the hollow formed by the falling stone slab above my head.

At the same time, I glanced at the old man out of the corner of my eye.

At this time, his whole body was covered with a layer of smoke and dust, and his whole body was like a clay sculpture just unearthed, but that calm and calm temperament could not be concealed by the dust.

A few seconds later, a team of ten people jumped down from the hole one after another.

Uniformly dressed, well-equipped, and well-trained, he aimed his gun at me and the old man.

I didn't care about this, but when I saw that the leading man and woman were all white, I couldn't help being a little disappointed. Sure enough, the first thing I waited for was not what I wanted.

"You are Dr. Stroh?"

After the smoke cleared, the leading man took off his glasses and mask, showing a resolute face, walked up to the old man, and extended his right hand politely.

"Yes."

The old man put his hands in his pockets and nodded with a playful smile.

The man withdrew his hand without losing embarrassment, and said straight to the point: "We can satisfy you with all the conditions you asked. If there are no other questions, let's go now?"

To be honest, I'm curious as to what the old man wants.

But in the current situation, there is obviously no room for me to speak.

The old man was not in a hurry, and after taking a look at them, he asked with great interest, "Are you affiliated?"

"The Spear of the Nordics."

I am not unfamiliar with this name.

Although I haven't had much contact with this organization, I still know a little bit about them. They are not small, and even before, they were comparable to companies and organizations.

However, from the moment the reinvented people appeared, they were already behind the times.

We must know that even small island countries have mastered the technology of manufacturing and transforming humans.

"Not bad." Stroh nodded with a smile.

"Then shall we go now?"

The man was a little anxious, but Stroll didn't agree with him: "What's the rush? The buyers haven't arrived yet."

As soon as the voice fell, I smelled a smell of gunpowder.

Obviously, this team has a mission, and the core of their mission should be to take away Stroll and the technology he has mastered.

They are just a group of ordinary people, and it is not easy to come here before other forces arrive.

At this moment, when Stroll said these words, the man's face sank. He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

"Take him away!"