Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 233 Creation

Bangalore, the capital of Karnataka state.

An area on the outskirts of the city that is full of urban waste, mixed with cattle, monkeys, and a large number of urban proletarians and low-level Sudra and Dalit poor people.

The muddy road and random order, but in such a location, it hides this small experimental base surrounded by high walls and electrified iron fences.

boom--

The muffled sound of gunfire with a silencer echoed in a laboratory at the base. A heavily armed security guard was shot in the forehead, the back of his head exploded, and he fell limply to the ground.

In front of the dead security guard stood a tall man who came out of the darkness.

The man looked stern, wearing a well-tailored suit and a red tie, slowly retracted the silver pistol in his hand, and turned to look not far behind.

"You...you are 47, killer 47!"

At the table in the laboratory not far away, there was an elderly researcher with gray beard and hair wearing a research uniform who looked like an Aryan. He looked in horror at the murderer who broke into the laboratory and killed all the security personnel.When the other party chopped melons and chopped vegetables all the way to eliminate all the security personnel and stood in front of him, the old researcher seemed to finally remember the other party's name in the back of his mind.

This clone of the genetic engineering project, he had seen too much information in the internal materials of the Mystic Society, and even referred to some ideas of the genius scientist named "Altmeyer" when launching the cloning .

Killer 47's reputation has risen in recent years, whether in Asia or America, he has a considerable reputation.

The other party has also fought many times with the Mystery Society he belongs to. The major members of the interior, as well as the "messenger" who carried out the mission, have brought him this clone person's astonishing achievements time and time again.

More importantly, due to his previous work, he was quite familiar with some of 47's past.

And just now, the killer 47, who was once rated as the most powerful clone, raided his research base, wiped out all the security personnel who had recently increased by more than two times, and walked in front of him. .

"Professor Thakol."

Putting away the 47 of the silver dancer, he called out the name of the old Indian scientist in a deep and slow voice.

"Someone hired you to kill me?"

Thakor, an old scientist of Indian origin, looked at Killer 47 in front of him, and asked in a slightly trembling voice.

At this moment, Killer 47 came in front of Thakor, and he felt that there was no doubt that this killing god was after him to take his life.

He didn't think he was immune either.

In 47 hands, there are too few people who can escape.

"I came from Austria."

Standing in front of the old scientist, 47 looked like a knife, and said in a low and slow voice, "No one hired me, and I didn't come here to kill you."

"Not murder?"

Thakor froze for a moment, then relaxed his tense expression a little, swallowed, and looked a little calmer, looked at 47 and asked, "Then what do you want from me?"

47 walked slowly in front of Thakor, pulled a folding chair and sat down, the silver dancer gun in his hand was lowered, but his eyes contained a murderous intent stronger than bullets, and said slowly: " You were in New Delhi a month ago."

"you you……"

When Thakor said the words "A month ago, New Delhi" at 47, his face, which had just calmed down, suddenly changed, and his body even swayed back involuntarily, and his voice trembled again unconsciously, " I...I can't say, it's useless if you kill me, then...that's..."

"I know you have seven children, four boys and three girls, two boys and one girl have married and all have offspring."

47 did not wait for Thakor to continue, and interrupted the other party, "You have eight brothers and sisters, and your family's direct and collateral lines add up to more than 530 people, occupying many key sectors of Bangalore's politics and economy. ..."

"You...you want to use them to threaten me?!" Thakor's facial muscles twitched slightly, and there was an expression on his face that he didn't know whether it was fear or anger.

"I never do senseless killings, but you know, I don't leave anyone alone."

47 leaned back on the folding chair, with no expression on his marble-like face, "Now, tell me everything you know."

"you……"

Thakor opened his mouth, and for a long time, like a deflated ball, he sat on the ground slightly, lowered his head, and murmured in a somewhat voice, "He...he escaped..."

"Who escaped?!"

47 suddenly stood up from the folding chair, and with a strong oppressive force on his tall body, he walked in front of Thakor who was slumped on the ground.

"A clone just like you."

Thakor looked up at 47, and continued, "No, he is a clone stronger than you."

Speaking of this, Thakor's eyes seem to be slightly brighter, which is a kind of self-confidence from the professional field, a kind of pride in creating stronger and more perfect experimental products.

47 ignored Thakor's fanatical and proud expression, but frowned slightly, "I have been to your laboratory in New Delhi, and it is already in ruins..."

"He did it, he did it all."

Thakor's expression became slightly excited, and he looked at 47 in front of him, "I have read your information, Altmeyer is a genius scientist, but it took him decades to create you, and he made you go through various All kinds of training. But...he's different...not the same..."

"To be more specific, how long have you been experimenting?"

47 looked at Thakor, who had fallen into some frenzy and some fear, and suppressed his inner emotions, and asked as calmly as possible.

"how long?"

Thakor showed a slight reminiscence expression on his face, and murmured, "Five years... Ten years... No, it should be 20 years. At that time, I was a doctoral supervisor who was just in charge of an independent laboratory. Fucked me and asked me if I would be interested in taking a class."

"continue."

47 The flat and deep voice continued to sound.

"At that time, I had just obtained an independent laboratory at the University of Birmingham. When I saw that it was an illegal human cloning project, I refused without hesitation. I went from a slum to a scientist in a foreign country. The suffering I experienced along the way was more than that of our president. Well, I still have a great future ahead."

Thakor fell into memories, "But soon, I found out that the funds for the project I was originally carrying out were blocked, and several researchers under him were also poached by other laboratories. The school wanted to terminate the agreement with me. I was in trouble. After that, the people who had looked for me came again. This time, they showed me a piece of genetic engineering information, a fascinating experiment."

Having said that, Thakor looked up again and looked at 47, "There is you in there, 47. Dr. Otto Wolfgang Altmeyer is really a genius scientist, a plan for a superhuman ...After reading those materials, I can no longer restrain myself from wanting to try... Hahaha..."

As he spoke, Thakor showed a smile on his face, and even let out a somewhat weird laugh, "If I hadn't set foot in this field, I'm afraid I wouldn't know that there are still people in this world who can cultivate an 'art like yours. Taste'."

"I'm not here to hear what you have to say about me."

The silver dancer in 47's hand patted lightly on the thigh, and said indifferently, "Tell me about yourself."

His past may be a secret to many people, but it will not be a secret to Thakor, a top biologist of the Mysterious Society in front of him.

In the past few weeks, he has learned from various channels that although his "father" Altmeyer died, he also blew up the experimental base at that time, but the Mystery Society has been the leader of the Ottoman Society since a long time ago. Temeyer's patron had already obtained many of Altmeyer's research materials in private.

And, new human cloning research was carried out in these years.

It's just that their human cloning experiment this time is no longer the same as his brothers in the past, extracting the best aspects from the genes of five people, but the object of cloning is...

"Of course, you're perfect, Altmeyer is a genius scientist, but I'm doing pretty well, no, I'm doing better."

The smile on Thakor's face became brighter and brighter. A moment ago, he was still afraid of death. He was a scientific madman who was at a loss in the face of the threat of 47, but when it came to his field of expertise, he completely showed another side.

"I got a lot of materials from Altmeyer's experiments on human cloning, and then several giant biological companies provided me with funds, and I returned to New Delhi."

Talking about this past, Thakor is obviously a little excited, it seems that this is the highlight moment of his life, "The government gave the green light to my laboratory, almost all the equipment I need, as long as I report it, the interval is no more than a week, and it will be ready. Send it to me from anywhere in the world. Haha...Of course I know why they chose New Delhi. The population here is large enough, the security is bad enough, and the bureaucracy is corrupt. At the same time, local pharmaceutical companies and scientific research forces are also developing rapidly. New Delhi would be the perfect place for the experiment. But..."

Thakor paused again as he spoke, "The progress of the experiment was not smooth. At first I thought that it was just like Altmeyer, who carried out genetic engineering compilation to breed perfect clones. But soon, the 'messenger' brought New experimental materials have arrived..."

crunch--

When Thakor said this, 47, standing in front of him, clenched the palm of the silver dancer pistol, and unconsciously exerted a little force.There was a harsh friction between the muscle skin and the cold metal gun.

It’s just that Thakor didn’t notice it at all, and said to himself: “I’ve never seen flesh and blood with such vitality. When it was given to me, I couldn’t even tell it was flesh and blood. Restoration and growth. No, that is beyond the scope of human beings. Even if his cells and genes are the same as human beings, but the difference is different. That kind of activity... From then on, I spent a full five years , I realized the deciphering of that kind of flesh and blood, and after another five years, I was finally able to start cloning such flesh and blood. But..."

"But those flesh and blood can't grow into adults."

Thakor murmured a little as he spoke, "At least a group of monster-like flesh and blood creatures cultivated in the laboratory need to consume a lot of resources every time, but the results are not satisfactory. I once thought Cultivating this highly active cell with other human cells failed every time."

"Failed?"

47 looked at Thakor who seemed to be insane, and frowned again.

In his mind, the scene he had witnessed once appeared, that person's flesh and blood recovered in the explosion, that kind of magic...

"Until... until the last few years, no, last year, I finally succeeded."

Thakor laughed again when he said this, but his smile was mixed with doubts, "Actually, I don't know why I succeeded suddenly. You must know that the materials for the experiment have almost been consumed, and I didn't have any hope at all. , but I succeeded. Step by step, I watched him develop from an embryo to a human, and grow up little by little."

Speaking of this, Thakor's eyes fell on 47 again, "In Altmeyer's information, it is said that you are so different, and you can learn everything very quickly. But you have never met him, he is more perfect than you, more perfect than you."

"He didn't go through the process from a child to an adult like you did. He developed into an adult directly in the nutrition tank. At the beginning, he was an ignorant child, but soon he learned to walk, talk, and most importantly Yes, he learned to read and do exercises. In three months, he completed the courses from elementary school to university, and in the process, he also mastered six languages, two of which were one of the security guards at the time. The native Indian said it, and hardly formed a written word, but he learned it after a few encounters..."

"and after?"

47's tall body moved slightly, and then asked in a deep voice.

"Later the 'envoys' brought a whole set of brainwashing plans, which were more perfect than what Zengjin Altmeyer gave you." Thakor laughed again as he spoke, "But it was useless, he is too smart. Soon he mastered the so-called brainwashing technique, and also gave psychological hints to the two guards who were in charge of guarding him. Since then, I have gradually discovered something wrong, his sense of autonomy is too strong .I reported his situation, and the 'messenger' brought new experts, and they wanted to conduct research on his situation."

"Research?!" 47's voice became cold again.

"Yes, research can also be said to be torture."

Thakor's face became complicated, "On the operating table, in various environments, they found many unusual places. His cell vitality is five times that of ordinary people, no, it may be ten times, maybe more. In With energy supplementation, his cells can recover almost any injury, even if the bone is severed, it can also slowly grow back. It can resist all kinds of toxins, and its metabolism is extremely fast... But such Research experiments, but in the end he couldn't take it anymore. He ran away."

"Where did you escape?" Hearing this, 47 hastily asked.

"I don't know, I don't know."

Thakor shook his head blankly, "He grew up too fast, beyond what I expected. But I know that he still has feelings for me. The day he chose to escape and destroy the laboratory happened to be me. go out..."

Speaking of this, Thakor once again fell into a crying and laughing expression, "He killed everyone in the laboratory, but he didn't kill me, I know...he has feelings for me...it's me, I created him..."

(End of this chapter)