Roll up the villain's scum attack

"Ding—identity verification: DC1324 Wei Antang, punching in successfully."

After Wei Antang clocked in and finished work, he walked into the laboratory humming an unknown tune, was putting on his goggles, and was about to finish the rest of the work when a sap hit him behind him.

Enduring the pain of a splitting headache, he staggered towards the alarm, but someone forcefully covered his mouth and nose. After a pungent smell penetrated his nostrils, Wei Antang lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

It will be two days before he wakes up again.

The room was full of pure white furnishings, which was very dazzling in the sun, and the strong smell of disinfectant made him cough uncontrollably.

Wei Antang looked around, and found that the person who tied him didn't restrain his hands and feet or restrict his movements, so after he walked around the room, he began to push the windows and smash the doors.

Just when the commotion was so loud that Wei Antang couldn't stand it, someone finally pushed open the closed thick door.

A middle-aged man dressed like a dog walked up to him. Wei Antang squinted his eyes and looked around him, leaving only one thought: this man's hair is quite thick.

The man naturally understood Wei Antang's bold face that did not hide his thoughts, and the code words expressed, and he took the initiative to say: "The people who work under him are neither serious nor sensible, and Mr. Wei has suffered a lot. Sorry sorry."

Wei Antang hated this hypocritical appearance the most, and frowned, "It's not polite to ask someone to tie me up, so stop talking nonsense, what do you want me for?"

The man smiled, as if he was pleased by Wei Antang's straightforwardness, he smiled kindly, and said in a cold tone: "There is a child who needs your help. I wonder if you are willing to go?"

Wei Antang rubbed his sore neck, and scolded the eighteenth generation of this person's ancestors a hundred thousand times in his heart, "You've said it all, can I not go? There's so much nonsense, let's go."

The man made way for him and asked him to go first. Wei Antang couldn't take it anymore, and replied: "What are you doing pretending? I don't know the way. Why should I go ahead? You lead me the way ahead."

The man was a little speechless, nodded with a smirk, and walked in front to lead him the way. The moment Wei Antang walked out of the room, he glanced behind him, and he was followed by three bodyguards in black.

Really speechless.

Wei Antang followed the man for 10 minutes, and came to the laboratory of this place. Once he entered, the temperature could almost freeze to death. He couldn't help but curse, "Fuck, your laboratory belongs to the mortuary?"

The man turned his head and smiled strangely, and echoed, "It really belongs to the mortuary."

Wei Antang couldn't understand his words, and his back was numb from his laughter, so he had to continue walking until he bypassed all the experimental instruments and came to the innermost operating table.

Behind the operating table is a huge nutrient solution tank. The tempered glass is full of pipes protruding from the outside to the inside. Wei Antang squinted and saw that a thin child seemed to be wrapped in the dark blue liquid in the huge tank. .

In the looming, he probably felt that it was a child with very slender arms and legs.

"Is that why you called me here?"

Wei Antang didn't understand that a child of this age could have any illness that required a researcher like him to rescue him.

"You're the only one who can save him."

The man approached Wei Antang, and handed Wei Antang a data sheet under the console.

"Look, this is the gene search report we have made over the years, and there is only this one child, whose genes perfectly meet the requirements in your report."

Wei Antang touched the unbelievably thick information booklet, and every page he turned was shocking. He was absolutely sure that he must have stumbled into a weird experimental base for special research.

Until I turned to the last page, it was this child who was being "stored" in the nutrient solution: Chen Xiuqi.

The fit between his genes and the genes required in Wei Antang's report reached 95%.

It is already quite miraculous data, but now it seems that this child did not survive by virtue of genetic advantages.

Until Wei Antang turned to the back of the last page, his heart skipped a beat, "Wait, how can you adjust the meter to such a high value?"

The man sneered when he heard the words, "What do you think we are going to do? Is it really like your report, to treat muscle weakness?"

Wei Antang looked at the terrifying measurement data, which was equivalent to the equivalent of a nuclear bomb explosion. If it was all shot into a child's body...

"You guys are crazy... With such a large dose, even if I am a god, I can't save him."

"No! You can. We already have a research direction. We only need your assistance. We will definitely be able to research a new drug that perfectly integrates this drug into this body."

Wei Antang shook his head in amazement and felt ridiculous, "Impossible, I can't do it anyway, I can't save this child."

"It's not that you can't do it if you say no. This kid is a good person. If he succeeds, he will help us a lot."

The man's face was full of madness and obsession, he stared at the child in the nutrition jar, and whispered to Wei Antang: "You just need to help, just give us your help."

Wei Antang had no other choice, before leaving, he took one last look at the extremely fair-skinned child, feeling very unbearable.

After a period of time, Wei Antang finally understood that this group of people is a group of lunatics... They said they wanted to save this child, but the method they chose was to completely kill the child's self-awareness , so as to become an obedient killing machine.

And they tied Wei Antang back because Wei Antang finally needed to input the original data of the medicine into the thing called "consciousness isolation chip".

Once this "chip" is completed, the child no longer has self-awareness, but is completely subject to this organization, completely subject to the potion.

This thing is called a "chip" if you say it well, but it is a "parasitic beast" if you say it badly.

Here, Wei Antang knew that the drug he developed to treat myasthenia had just been developed and had not yet been formally tested. The information had been stolen by this organization, and a drug called "NX9" was developed. "The "New Drug".

The muscle strength of normal people who can adapt to the genetic conditions can be expanded dozens of times, and they have the ability to tear off the head of a living person with bare hands. After injection, the body's flexibility and adaptability will also become extremely strong. There is only one drawback: Irritable, difficult to control, easy to run away.

This is how they conceived of the "Consciousness Isolation Chip".

After a few days of experimentation, Wei Antang was extremely shocked by the direction and field of their research, and almost all three views were completely shattered.

Only the child in the nutrition tank behind the cold operating table gave him a little peace of mind.

He would never let those evil spirits destroy this child just like that.

Finally came the day when he wanted to enter the original data. Since only he knew the data and remembered it, no matter what he entered, they could not be verified, so Wei Antang did it with peace of mind.

The man didn't believe in Wei Antang beforehand, but he didn't think that Wei Antang would be so stupid as not to do what they wanted. After all, his life, and the life of that child, were all in his own hands.

"Mr. Wei, don't play tricks, and don't do other tricks, otherwise, that child will really be finished."

Naturally, Wei Antang was not stupid, but he changed some of the data and the equivalent of metered output on top of their original demands.

The implantation operation was performed by Wei Antang himself. Five minutes after implanting the chip into the child's body, the child recovered his heart and lung function, which means that the chip was successfully developed and sutures can be performed.

At the same time, people in the organization also noticed something was wrong.

"Report, his consciousness activity data is abnormal, the value is too high, and he still has autonomous consciousness!"

The man drew his gun almost immediately, and slammed the muzzle of the gun on Wei Antang's head. Wei Antang's sewing motion did not stop, ignoring the gun on his head, he seemed to be on vacation leisurely.

"Either, continue to follow my method, or, kill me, kill this child, and you will get nothing. Choose yourself."

The man's hand holding the gun trembled a little. He looked at Wei Antang who was continuing to stitch, and then at the child lying on the operating table...

"Did you do something else?"

Wei Antang sutured the last stitch neatly, and turned his head without fear: "Of course, his body needs my conditioning. Only I know what he needs, and only I know how to make him live longer."

The man gritted his teeth and stared at Wei Antang, and asked, "How do I know if you have fulfilled my request?"

"You can try it. When you need him, he can accept full consciousness control and become an obedient machine, but when you don't need him, he is just a child."

Wei Antang put down the instrument in his hand, and glanced at the pale complexion on the operating table, but he couldn't hide his face that was astonished at such a young age.

Unspeakable guilt and pain took root deep in Wei Antang's heart, forcing him to die of pain.

The medicine he developed was originally intended to save the world and save people, but now it has become a weapon of this dirty organization and has killed so many innocent lives. Now, he may not even be able to save this child.

He can only save his life, but he cannot protect him from being used by this kind of organization.

After all, it was his fault, Wei Antang, and his own incompetence, but he had tried his best, tried his best to preserve the child's rights as a human being, and preserve the freedom that the child could enjoy to the maximum.

Wei Antang walked out of the laboratory, threw the blood-stained gloves into the treatment room, took off all his clothes, and stood under the shower, washing his body and his heart as well.

(end of part one)

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The past life chapter that the babies are looking forward to is here [Stepmother Whispers]

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