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Cyril's face was covered in blood.

How could Ash's origin be Russia!He always thought he was Celtic.Look at the short stature with brown red hair and wrinkled face, who has aged prematurely more than ten years ago, he obviously doesn't have much genetic similarity with Lao Maozi, okay?And at this time, such a news came suddenly, if he believed that it had nothing to do with the case behind Robert, he would not be able to deceive himself!

Cyril decisive conspiracy theory.The news of the success of Hammock's research should indeed have not spread, and he is sure that he is the only one who was approached by Robert for cooperation.But why would Ash know about this?This old pedant has been in Atlantis for many years, or in Atlas, the island in the Atlantic Ocean with the same name as the laboratory. Because the environment of the submarine laboratory is so good, he can do it without exceeding the limits of human beings. He wouldn't be willing to come out at all, and he hadn't seen him set foot on land for many years.

How can such a scholar who is obsessed with research and has no information be so well-informed to know the progress of Hammock's research?What's even more frightening is that Ash even knew that someone related to Hammock had come to him!Otherwise, why did you tell him about your background for no reason?Didn't I just want to use my relationship with him to influence his decision!

Cyril transferred the intelligence of his subordinates to look at it. Today, the submarine with serial number 2 of the Abyss X series is about to return to the sea from Atlantis and rush to the port of Vigo.I didn't see Ash on the submarine, but Pete, one of Ash's assistants, made a special trip for this matter.

"The professor is busy with a new experiment and can't leave. I happened to be in charge of this incident. I just used this supply to relay the story behind it to the boss." I don't know why each of Ash's assistants More reliable than he looks, "The professor is indeed Russian, but strictly speaking, his origin should be from the Soviet Union."

Pete kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and he seemed to be showing signs of baldness before reaching middle age: "To be precise, I am also a Russian. I graduated from Moscow State University. The professor used to be my tutor. In 94, I My only relative, Tina, was in Chechnya...Later, I left Russia and wandered abroad for two years when I was recruited by the professor before I joined Atlantis with everyone. Since I had a common experience with the professor, so for those things It can be regarded as understanding more clearly.”

Naiden put the coffee in front of him, chilled it according to his request, "Thank you", he picked up the cup and took a big sip before murmuring thanks, organized his language in a comfortable breath and continued: "Many countries will have Some special projects are hidden and dangerous and unknown... The boss should know something about it. The biochemical, nuclear weapons, etc. that the public knows are still superficial, and there are some secrets that must not be made public. Of course we also have. We used to Your country... how powerful it is!"

His vision was a little blurred, but finally he sighed again: "Since the beginning of the Cold War, new plans have been added every year, some of which are simply unrealistic, but in the eyes of those people, nothing is impossible in the world! Of course later Many of these plans have been aborted, the policies at the top are always changing, and many research bases have been forced to close due to budget cancellations... Because Hammock has a very strong person in charge, the research projects are very realistic, and there are With the capital injection of several established families, even the most difficult years have survived."

"Those top research institutes and laboratories are not static, and the source of new blood supplements is the students of top universities. I communicated with Hammock because of the follow-up of a certain project. Hammock has always focused on Research in the field of life sciences, some projects that sound creepy, are actually allowed in this field, such as human cloning, interracial embryos..."

Cyril took a sip of the lemonade, and had already vaguely figured out what Hammock's research results were.

Pete continued to rub his forehead: "The professor received the invitation from Hammock back then. Although he refused, some cooperation is still going on. Later, our powerful motherland was forced to disintegrate... many old scientists who have fought for the Soviet Union for most of their lives They couldn’t accept this fact. A good part of them left the land in various ways, but the ending was not optimistic... The remaining ones were taken over by the new government. However, there are not many projects that can survive 91, unless those few Epoch-making..."

Cyril tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, and while Pete was wiping off his sweat, she interjected: "That is to say, because of the connection in the past, at the moment of drastic changes in Hammerk, someone from Hammerk Some researchers wanted to leave a way out for themselves, and somehow contacted Ash for help?"

He thought about it: "It seems that when Atlantis was first established, the main person in charge, represented by Ash, sent invitations to friends he knew to call up the hidden dangers left behind. The contact information at that time is now Is it still in use, I should let Ash and the others pay attention later. But I am surprised that Hammock also has a faction."

Pete's expression was colorful: "Boss, did I slip up?"

"No." Cyril smiled lightly, "But I guess Ash asked you to come here specially. Apart from telling these origins, he probably also needs to inform me of Hammock's current situation?"

Pete was sweating wildly, wiping his forehead desperately: "It's roughly like what you think, boss... Of course Hammock has a faction. The researcher has the plan of the researcher, and the upper-level leaders have the concerns of the upper-level leaders. The institute will be forced to disband. Everyone has to think about their own future. Regardless of how the foreign forces lurking in Hammock colluded with other people for the time being, the faction that contacted us is a relatively pure researcher with a clean background and high talents, and has never been involved in any politics. And I am very willing to work for you... The professor means that telling you this will give you a good idea, and it is God's will that other people come to you for cooperation. You can use this chip to eat black and white !"

... Cyril almost died laughing at these high-intelligence idiots.

But thinking about how little these science-obsessed guys know about the world, it's not bad to be able to think of this.No matter how you say it, it feels a bit wrong. I'm afraid even Robert and the others can't imagine that things can be so wonderful.

No matter how long the operation takes and the arrangement is in place, they will not be able to control the whole of Hammock. Look, there are some fish that slipped through the net and plan to save themselves in their own way.Does it really work for them to be wary of external threats?

It's just that since Ash has said everything, of course Cyril will help.

In light of this, schadenfreude seems unrealistic, since Robert's headaches are also his troubles.The thief ship must be boarded, and since he decided to participate in this case, he should think about how to obtain more detailed information, and how to obtain the maximum benefit with the least cost.

——"By the way, boss, about the Hammock study..."

"That's not important. I'm not interested in learning about genetic engineering."

Pete was dumbfounded and began to wonder if he had inadvertently revealed something in advance again.

Followed by a trip to Atlas for supplies, the submarine returned the same way, and put Cyril down at the port of Vigo.

Also let go, there is another big trouble - Cyril stares blankly at a pair of light blue eyes.The wisdom that can be proud of is completely useless when facing a creature like a cat, okay!

What Pete had said when he handed it over earlier: "Ronald sent you... the newest... breed." His cold sweat seemed to grow more cheerful as he looked at the cat, even though it was kept in In the cage, even though he was almost half a room away from the cage, his expression was still full of fear and unnaturalness, as if he would run away at any moment.

So Cyril seldom observed this frightening cat with curiosity.

Not a kitten, but smaller than the average adult cat.A cage that big is like a house to it.It looks a bit like a Norwegian forest cat in terms of pattern shape, but besides the dense long stripes on the back, there are also light-colored dots of spots. The ears are slightly pointed like the characteristics of a caracal cat, but the short vertical hairs on it are fluffy and sparse, more like It is a raccoon dog, and its real body shape is probably thinner in view of its thick hair.

"Mixed, with forest cat, caracal, raccoon and common cat bloodlines, quite... ferocious. Boss...be careful..." Pete said.In fact, he didn't agree with it, but he couldn't refuse Ronald, so he had to rejoice that the cat was more peaceful.

The cat stared at Cyril quietly, with the tip of its tail swaying slightly, as if it was observing him carefully.It wasn't until Pete spoke that his big erect ears moved, and his innocent eyes just now showed some meaning, and he was quite alert.

"Then why is it so small?" Cyril asked.

Pete wiped his sweat: "This is the fourth generation. Most of the breeds from this hybrid method have congenital diseases, and those who are lucky to be healthy are also unstable. In the third generation, premature aging has been solved, and the survival time is close to that of ordinary cats. The genetic defect was too cruel, so a suitable individual was selected to give birth to the fourth generation for research... Originally, this kind of cat was considered large in size, but this one was an exception. It had the congenital exhaustion defect of the first generation. Its growth was actually suppressed, Ronald thought it was amazing, but most of the fourth generation were not fertile, so the research in this direction could only stop here, and this cat was found by his researcher... gave it to you."

Cyril looked at it for a while, then raised her head and asked, "Can you open the cage?"

Pete's complexion changed drastically, and he slowly changed back after a long time: "Yes, but you'd better have bodyguards by your side. The nerve drugs on it should not have completely dissipated now, if it is still wild... difficult to tame, I suggest You destroyed it...humanely."

Cyril looked down at the cage, and met it with the same meaningful eyes as the cat.

Along the way, the cat will observe the surrounding things, likes to shake the tip of its tail, occasionally licks its paws, and when it gets tired, it will get up and walk around gracefully a few times. A place that makes Pete so afraid.

But Cyril was not at all fooled by its appearance.Will the things made by the abnormal scientist be normal!

Cyril had someone experiment with live poultry.The aggressive rooster shrieked and flopped away as soon as it entered the cage. The cat was watching the human movements quietly and curiously, but at that moment it seemed to be frightened and jumped up, squinting its eyes and paws and went up.

The movement of waving its claws seemed a bit slow, poof, the rooster, which was at least twice as big as it, flew out suddenly, hit the wall of the iron cage, and fell down with a snap.The blood spurted from the wound in the throat spilled a trace along with the arc it flew out. The cat tilted its head and glanced a few times, then walked over and stood on the corpse of the rooster that was killed by it. It was poof, and he waved his paw.The paws brought up blood and splashed on the ground, and there was another long blood dripping strip.

Of course the cock was motionless.It squatted down, licked its bloody paw gracefully, and then turned to look at Cyril.The pair of light blue cat's eyes had an extremely dangerous glare, which made people feel terrified.

And Cyril's facial paralysis became more serious.Fuck, he finally understood Ronald's intention to send this thing over.

——He looked a bit like himself!

The cage was carried back to Isaac.

Xi Ruier put the cage in the house overnight, and then asked the bodyguards to carry the cage to the mountainous area in the north.

When the bodyguard with cat scratches came back, he was quite embarrassed.It was reported that the cage was opened and the cat ran away according to the boss's order, but the cat was very vengeful, and the first time it jumped out of the cage, it swung its paws up.The bodyguard honestly admitted that it was the cat who let the water go, otherwise, according to his attitude of underestimating the enemy at that time, if the cat directly pointed its paw at the throat, whether he would survive or not was a matter of opinion.

The bodyguard asked: "Boss, the cat is so energetic, it's a pity to let it go like this."

Hillary smiled and said nothing.

Probably on the morning of the fourth day, when Naiden came in with the clothes, his expression was a little unnatural.Cyril went out and saw a familiar figure squatting on the sofa in his living room.The thick and fluffy black, white and gray hair is stained with mud and broken grass blades, and the dark brown near the paws looks like thick blood plasma.She flicked her tail and stared at him, her posture was still very proud and elegant.

Cyril finally laughed.This cat is so clever that it even makes people feel weird.

He has given two options.The free wild release in the mountains and forests, or the feeding of human life.This guy seems to have made a better choice after playing enough, because this happens to be within his tolerance time frame.They tried each other out, and they both felt pretty good.

Cyril bathed the cat herself and scratched the cat's chin with her finger. It squinted its eyes and seemed to enjoy it.

"How's it called Kroen?" Crown.

Kroen responded to his owner with a low grunt from his throat.

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