Therapy Planet No. 13

Locke hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

At this moment, in the laboratory, Boyd was sitting on the only "clean" chair, staring at the queen's egg on the pillar and asking, "How long will it take to produce results?"

Locke scratched his hair irritably, his eyelids were black and blue: "You have to know that it takes a little—no, it takes a long time to provoke a direction that was abandoned by the entire scientific research community thousands of years ago. .”

"If you can't, I don't mind freezing all your permissions."

Boyd was unmoved.

The situation of the battle was beyond his expectation.

The Star Alliance implements a voting system. Although Lucas lost to him in the referendum, the battle started as scheduled.

But what worries him is still Lucas's actions - not even "behind the scenes", but the open and aboveboard contact with Joshua of the Federation.

Even though he has almost full control of the military force, Lucas has been in the alliance for so many years and is extremely deep. No matter what he does, he can't get rid of the shadow of "assistant" for a while.

Therefore, Boyd knew very well that although the people below were fighting with the Federation on the surface, they more or less held back their hands and did not exert their full strength.

Fortunately, although the federation had a good position and Almi was dispatched to support the new army, the dove faction represented by Joshua did not seem to launch a general offensive through mediation.

After all, Joshua started out as a businessman in logistics and transportation. No matter how determined Rhodes was, he would always need transportation when marching and fighting. It still depends on Joshua's face.

In this way, both sides did not exert their full strength in the war of attrition. Rhodes could afford it, and the alliance forces could also afford it for the time being. Joshua and Lucas were also happy to see the results. After all, they had enough time to negotiate and weigh.

But the only one who can't afford it is Boyd.

He felt that a group of people in the league had begun to criticize him.

They didn't know Lucas's attitude, they just thought that Lucas didn't want to show up in person and pushed him to the battlefield.

Now the call for Lucas to be the coach in the league is getting louder and louder at the grassroots level. Everyone is eager for a huge victory to demonstrate their sense of existence and justice.

Boyd's face darkened slightly.

He finally understood why Lucas hadn't argued for it during the referendum, and it turned out that he was here waiting for him.

Those who follow Boyd will definitely agree with his ideas, and wish to immediately turn the Federation upside down, but if Boyd fails to meet their requirements, this group of people will soon change hands.

Even if Lucas doesn't have to do it himself, Boyd's power to usurp power will disappear.

Boyd punched the armrest: This group of grasshoppers!

"It's useless for you to threaten me."

Locke yawned lazily—he hadn't slept for 49 hours in a row, and now he really didn't have the energy to play the boring office politics of bosses and subordinates.

"Except for Sanxingdui in the whole universe, you can't find a second person who is more familiar with these things than me."

Despite his exhaustion, his voice was utterly conceited: "Swap me, and that bunch of crap will only last longer."

Boyd took a deep breath, holding back his furious temper.

He knew that what Locke said was the truth, and he just wanted to beat it, but he didn't expect that Locke would not accept this at all.

"Give me some time." After a long time, he spoke.

Locke stretched out his index finger and flicked the queen's egg: "Give me another month..."

"One week."

Boyd directly gave the order to die, "I'll give you another week, no matter how you progress, the queen will hatch."

"This is impossible!"

Locke slapped the table angrily: "The program compiled into it now is not stable at all. It's okay if the queen who doesn't know anything is hatched, and we can still fool it, but if the stability cannot be guaranteed, we don't know it at all. What will hatch will be a monster with something in its head!"

Boyd wanted the queen to obey orders and use them for him, so that he could quickly obtain a group of powerful troops that belonged exclusively to him.

But the problem is that the brainwashing queen not only has to fight against the natural inheritance of the Zerg, but also has to control the input instructions to accurately occupy the queen's mind.

To give a simple example, if the queen was still an egg, the command "Do not kill" was entered, but because of the immature control of the mental network and pheromones, maybe after hatching, the command would become " Indiscriminate killing".

Such a result is even worse than the king worm that hatches naturally without knowing anything!

"Three days."

Boyd looked at Locke coldly: "The Federation will hold its second war meeting in three days, and Joshua will definitely bring Lucas' latest plan to fight for a truce."

"None of my business."

Locke rolled his eyes and muttered.

Although he said so on the lips, he was very clear in his heart.

Boyd relied on launching a "surprise attack" during the meeting to stabilize the morale of the army.

"You haven't even bargained for three days." Boyd didn't make any detours, "You know, without me, no one will provide you with such a superior research environment."

"One week is just one week, but I need to know the progress of Sanxingdui. If you can't get it, then find a way to get me an identity, and I will go in personally-don't tell me that it can't be done, I know you guys are disgusting People have eyeliner everywhere, so it shouldn’t be difficult to get a temporary work permit, right?”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Boyd to answer or not, Locke directly issued the order to evict the guest, picked up a nutritional supplement on the table, and pushed Boyd away halfway.

"It's the first time I've heard that doing this kind of research requires avoidance."

Locke snapped a button on the wall, and a single folding bed slowly burst out of the wall.

He sneered: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep, do you want to appreciate it?"

Boyd: "..."

He slammed the door shut with a livid face, not bothering to deal with this perverted psychopath.

Locke made a gesture to go to bed, and before he lay down, he watched Boyd get far away with cold eyes, then slowly got off the bed again, and said: "I don't know what kind of wind is blowing today, everyone has no eyes. They all come to the door."

He Xiangbin's voice came from the air - it came from the encrypted communicator.

"Don't say that, as soon as I told the situation, you took the initiative to participate in it."

When He Xiangbin came to find Locke last time and proposed to find the Dawn Project, he also brought an encrypted communication device modified by Jessica, which can not only bypass the communication lines of the Freedom Alliance, but also emit special electromagnetic waves Interfere with the monitoring in the laboratory, so that their conversation sounded similar to the sound of electric current after a slight damage to the circuit.

"Heh." Locke sneered, "That stinky little bastard Li Ming can solve the problem that has troubled several adults for so long."

He said in a cold voice: "I advise you to better not lie to me, otherwise—"

"If you don't believe me, you can witness it with your own eyes."

He Xiangbin said firmly, "It's just that whether you can sneak into the morgue at that time depends on yourself."

"Didn't you have ears just now?" Locke sneered, "I'm afraid even you can't find the threshold to sneak in, so you came to me?"

"No, no, this is something that only you can do."

He Xiangbin corrected: "After all, I don't have the skills to hold a scalpel steadily."

Locke didn't talk, he took off his white coat, rubbed his temples and sighed: "Do I need to bring anything?"

"Well, if you can, please bring Mrs. Searle's brain."

"What?" Locke thought he didn't hear clearly, and his hands trembled as he unbuttoned it.

"Eight years old, don't get your age wrong."

He Xiangbin ignored it, and hung up the communication directly: "It's better to be fresh."

Locke: "..."

He listened to a series of electric currents coming from his ears, stared at the communicator for a long time, and glanced at the countless brains in the laboratory that had been bumped into petri dishes from the corner of his eye - there were all kinds of animals, and there were a few Characteristic human, but there is no Mrs. Searle.

He was silent for a long time, and suddenly cursed secretly: "Damn!"

***

Probably because he didn't sleep well the night before, Louie opened his eyes on time at 04:30 in the morning.

It has been a long time since she shared the bed with Angel voluntarily or forcedly.

She lay on the bed for a long time, very clear-headed, but her body was stubbornly stuck to the bed and did not want to get up.

"what happened?"

Angel turned over and noticed Louis' movement, put his hands around her neck, and muttered, "Have you had a nightmare again?"

"No."

As soon as Louis opened his mouth, he found that his voice was terribly hoarse.

"Go on to sleep~" Angel buried his head in Lui's neck, his voice coquettish, "If you really can't sleep, I don't mind doing morning exercises with you."

Louis: "..."

She deliberately ignored Angel's words, staring at the ceiling above her head in a daze: "It's just that I always feel a little unreliable."

"Where, square, face, of~"

Angor's voice turned back and forth, and every tremolo was shifting to the side.

"do not know."

Louis answered honestly.

"Maybe it's excitement." Angel raised his hand to evoke Louie's beautiful jawline, and placed a light kiss on it. He turned over like a cat, and sat straddling Louis' waist, his gestures and gestures were all laziness.

"The bullets of words are loaded, just waiting for the dawn to eject - you have not experienced such a war before?"

Her eyes shone brightly in the dark, shining brightly.

"The excitement is justified."

"Thought bullets are sometimes scarier than laser guns."

She licked the tip of Lui's tongue, tensing up an ambiguous and dangerous string: "Are you afraid? Be careful that you will be bitten by bullets of thought~"

"I dreamed of Marta."

Louis turned his head away to avoid Angor's overly hot probing gaze.

Angel was taken aback: "Is that what you've been doing all this time?"

"No." Louis opened his eyes, imagining the scene in the dream, "I dreamed that I was in a white mist, and Marta was walking towards me."

Her voice was very soft, and she seemed a little confused: "She asked me in a dream why I didn't go home—why I didn't want to stay with her forever."

"Siloise has no home, and staying together forever is just a fantasy, unless you can obtain eternal life." Angor's tone was a little dangerous, "And you are mine."

Born to be a wanderer, I don't know where to go.Like the seeds of dandelions, the ethnic group carries the shared spirit of Silos and floats in all directions.

Louie turned his head, "So I have a question."

Her gaze was pure and cold, pointing directly at the core of the problem: "If I kill you right now, will I be able to gain endless lives?"

"Remember that sentence? Sirlois, forever and ever."

Sirlois, in the ancient ethnic language, means eternal life.

Give me the power to live forever, give me an immortal soul.

The author has something to say: Hmm... Let me review the setting of Siloise for everyone, please go back and read Chapter 25, Chapter 52, Chapter 102, and Chapter 103;

Ingres's Past: Chapters 53, 74, 109

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