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The car turned a corner and entered the independent trail.

Although it is a trail, it is just separated from the main highway, and the entrance is blocked by an electronic gate.

The entire road is wider and flatter than a highway. With precious flowers and plants planted on both sides, it can be regarded as a small garden.

From here, we passed through multiple security checks and finally stopped at a small square with a fountain statue.

After getting off the car, Zhang Lin looked up at the antique manor-style building in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

The joy of the rich!

After getting off the car, the agent who brought him went up to meet the guard agent and then took him into the villa.

As soon as he entered, Zhang Lin felt the moisture in the air.

Just outside the door, you feel like you are instantly transported to the hot and humid environment of the tropical rainforest.

The wall was swollen with water, water dripped from time to time on the lampshade, and the floor was slippery. Several low-level agents were cleaning up the water stains on the floor with mops.

Walk through the spacious hall and through the wraparound porch to the second-floor master bedroom.

The humidity became heavier along the way. Even the nano-suit lined with clothes felt a little damp, and the friction between his wrists and neck made him feel uncomfortable.

There were agents in black uniforms and guards along the way, but most of them were cleaning up the water stains on the ground.

Stopping in front of the gorgeous double doors, Zhang Lin looked up and listened to Maya Du's environmental scan report.

Along the way, the air humidity continued to increase, but here it suddenly became a little dry.

"It's right inside, are you ready?"

The short agent looked at Xu's inquiry and pushed the door open without giving him a chance to answer.

After entering, the spacious room is not like a bedroom, but is almost as large as an ordinary apartment.

There is a working instrument in the middle of the living room. Two agents on duty are standing next to the machine. There are several buckets next to it. The machine is extracting moisture from the air to keep the place dry.

Behind them was a large and gorgeous double bed, with an ugly blue octopus lying on the pillow with its tentacles shaking.

No, no, not an octopus, but the central figure of this mission, the rich man Dulles.

He just lay there naked, his body completely separated from the human form, his whole body was shiny with mucus, his legs were sticky, fine fish scales appeared on his skin, and soft tentacles grew out of his lower jaw and cheeks, like an octopus attached to his face.

The moisture in the room is continuously extracted by the machine, keeping the air relatively dry.

This should be very comfortable for ordinary people, but for this guy on the bed, it is as uncomfortable as a squid falling into the desert.

There were two female agents on duty beside the bed with sprayers, spraying water mist on his exposed body at regular intervals to keep his skin moist.

"You have already read the information. The specific time goes back to last week. He started to suffer from dehydration and water-loving symptoms after using your company's genetic medicine."

"In the next three days, his body began to show abnormal changes, and he was placed under FBI control and handed over to us yesterday."

Listening to the agent's explanation, Zhang Lin took a step forward and asked, "Is there any sampling and analysis?"

"Our logistics team is sampling his samples all the time." After a short pause, he said in a deep voice: "He is transforming into a fish creature."

Zhang Lin pretended to be groping in his pocket, released the nanoworms from his space bracelet, and quickly built a sampling analyzer.

He took the plastic gloves handed to him by the female agent and put them on. He scraped a little of the mucus on the other party's body with his fingers and put it in.

The disk-shaped analyzer pops up the analysis results. The mucus composition is similar to the skin mucus of marine eels and spineless creatures. What the other party said is true.

The agent had no doubts that he could take out the analyzer, which was consistent with his status as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s technical advisor.

The short agent took a step forward, looked at the guy on the bed who was almost turning into a giant octopus and whispered:

"From the moment he began to mutate, the moisture in the air gathered around this center. The higher the moisture content, the faster his mutation speed."

"But if we drain the moisture out of the air, he will be like a fish in the sea, with his skin quickly drying up and his flesh becoming bloody."

Zhang Lin leaned over and checked the other person's eyeballs. His pupils were dilated, as if he had lost consciousness.

After a moment of silence, he asked aloud: "Are you sure his problem was caused by the genetic medicine?"

"We have conducted an investigation into his entire life within a month, and there is no other explanation."

"You want me to cure him?"

"of course."

"Then you should look for the pharmaceutical development engineer, not me."

The corner of the agent's mouth curled up slightly: "Sorry, in the information Osborn gave, you provided the core data for this potion."

Zhang Lin took a deep breath: "I need tools and helpers."

"The logistics team is always at your disposal."

"I want my own people!"

"Sorry, this place has been completely blocked, no one can leave here."

"Nobody's leaving here."

Zhang Lin moved sideways, using his body to block the surrounding agents as an experiment, and his eyes turned into darkness.

After a brief contact, the two passed each other, and the agent returned to normal.

"Yes, no one is leaving here. Want to smoke? The humidity in here is making me uncomfortable."

"Of course." Zhang Lin smiled lightly.

He followed the agent out of the room and lit a cigarette in the garden outside the villa.

But as soon as he lit the cigarette, the agent felt his bladder burst and hurried to the toilet, giving him a chance to be alone.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Zhang Lin lowered his head and murmured, as if talking to himself: "What do you think?"

Maya: "90% of the demonic energy fluctuations that appear in the comprehensive nano-war are caused by demonic erosion."

That's right, when Zhang Lin was looking at the opponent's eyeballs just now, the mark of death on his right hand was slightly touched. This is a situation that occurs only after mysterious contact with the power of occultism.

Although it was only fleeting, when he checked the other party's pupils just now, he saw a trace of red light inside.

"Yes, this is evil energy erosion."

As Zhang Lin, who has been corrupted by the Holy Lord, he has the best say in this. There is only one thing to be sure of now.

Which demon's demonic energy is this?

If you follow the line of Holy Lord, it should be the 'Basha' corresponding to water in the eighth middle school.

But judging from the degree and performance of demonic erosion, although they are similar, they are different.

It is impossible for ordinary people to resist the erosion of demonic energy for so long and still lie quietly in bed. They should have gone out and made a scene long ago.

I still have too little knowledge in mysticism, and now I have only two choices, one is to find my father, and the other is to find the big oil man.

If you go to Dad, this matter won't be as simple as a medical accident, and the demonic energy will have to be stolen from SHIELD.

It seems that we can only find that unreliable oil man. I hope he also knows about ancient mysticism.

After making up his mind, he happened to see the short agent coming back shaking his head.

"It's strange. I ran to the bathroom and stood there for a few minutes, but I couldn't urinate."

Just as he walked in, he saw the technology consultant stamping out the cigarette butt in his hand.

Smiling and said: "Can I call another helper over? He is an expert in this field."

"Forehead?"

Just when he was about to refuse, the pupils of his eyes dilated again. The dark eyes reflected equally dark eyes, and memories that should not belong to him appeared in his mind.

Half an hour later, another S.H.I.E.L.D. car drove into the manor villa. A greasy-headed wizard in a white coat got out of the car. When he saw Zhang Lin, he ran over excitedly.

"Hey, boss, I heard you have something good for me?"

"Okay, very good!"

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