No one would have thought that there was a world-class biochemical laboratory hidden in a noble mansion in Monte Carlo. Yes, to some extent, it was indeed world-class.

The laboratory is not very large, but biochemical experiments do not require any particularly large places. It is enough to renovate a noble back garden with two or three floors.

The equipment here is the most advanced in the world. The "Prince" has sufficient funds, and no one has imposed an embargo on him, and no one has investigated it casually. He can do whatever he wants and has a very high degree of freedom.

The staff in the 'Prince' laboratory are also the top ones, with annual salary of millions of euros. Various consumables can be purchased easily, without any restrictions. So the 'Prince' has reason to be proud of his territory.

The "Pigspider" walked around this private kingdom for a while and found that the laboratory was managed very closely. Various departments must be strictly protected and disinfected before they could enter. There was even a negative pressure chamber. The experimental personnel could only operate externally to completely eliminate internal leakage.

"Oh..., my god!" The "Pigspider" walked to a glass window and suddenly saw the cubicle beds inside. On each bed was a different human-shaped one lying..., the thing could only be called a wriggling piece of meat, either the flesh was ulcerated, or the flesh was swollen and twisted, or even indescribable.

"Are you doing human tests here?" "Pigspider" asked in surprise. She felt that she was vicious enough, but compared to the people in white coats in front of her, she was also very pure.

"This is all research for the future of mankind. Let these useless social dregs contribute their lives and their glory. Anyway, their original lives are worthless." The "Prince" leaned in a wheelchair and was full of disdain for the experimental subjects in the closed laboratory.

The "poison spider" was disgusting. The experimental subjects were men and women, old and young, with different skin colors and races, and the sources were very diverse. She saw several researchers wearing full-sealed protective suits fiddling with the experimental subjects, or putting the experimental subjects that were no longer valuable directly into the body bag.

"The research here is very dangerous. What if it is leaked?" "Pigspider" felt that he was qualified to question a few words from a moral level. This place looked clean, but the next second might trigger a Resident Evil.

The 'Prince' sniffed twice, "It can't be said that there is no possibility of leakage at all, but I can compress this possibility to the minimum. For example, there is an incineration room in my backyard, and all the waste will be turned into ashes in a high temperature of thousands of degrees, so the safety is still guaranteed."

After visiting the laboratory, the "Virus Spider" also saw many experimental animals and living people locked up and waiting for the experiment. Because the population movement in Europe is very free, no one cares about the missing group of people and has no way to investigate.

The Prince finally took the "Piracy" to an office, and sat opposite each other, and the housekeeper gave him refreshments. The "Piracy" would no longer dare to underestimate the waste-like man in front of him. She stared at the other party coldly and asked, "Are you a biochemist?"

"I graduated from the Medical School of the Sixth University of Paris in my early years, studied clinical medicine and was determined to be a doctor. But my fate changed later. I became interested in life sciences and hoped to create a magical drug to strengthen humans."

Speaking of this, the Prince paused for a moment. He turned to the Poison Spider and asked, "Do you believe there are other parallel universes outside this world?"

"This is an unproven science fiction." said the "Pest Spider".

The Prince nodded, "Yes, it cannot be confirmed. But I feel that part of myself is trapped in another parallel universe, another world. Since ten years ago, various memory fragments have been constantly popping up in my mind.

At first I felt that it was just a dream, and I even went to see a psychologist for it. But in the end I realized that it was not a dream, and those fragments of memory were like God was revelation, guidance, and gaining some knowledge beyond modern times.

To verify this knowledge, I built this lab, purchased equipment, recruited people, and then I had great success. I was extremely excited about these God’s revelations, and I felt that I was chosen by God until one day I collapsed in a wheelchair.”

The 'Prince' shrugged and smiled, "You don't think I'm born a waste, right?"

The "Piracy" went silently, and the "Prince" continued: "I took the medicine I created, and I thought you could do anything, but I turned myself into this way. The conclusion I came to was that the knowledge I had not mastered enough.

At this time, the revelation God gave me changed. At first I was the protagonist in my dream. I conducted experiments in the chaotic end of the world, learning knowledge and creating new humans. But I failed, and simple experiments could not resist the disaster of destroying humans.

So the protagonist changed to a girl, a Joan of Arc-like character. She tried to establish a human refuge in Africa and called on everyone to unite to resist disasters. But she also failed. She was too kind and there were too many ambitious people around her.

The protagonist was replaced by a strong American man and a soldier. He turned the tide like a hero in New York, allowing millions of people to survive. But he was also unsuccessful. He wanted to restore the glory of America, but not everyone had the same idea.

Until the last two years, the memory fragments that flashed through my mind changed the protagonist again. His name is Victor Hugo. He is cruel and ruthless. He even uses nuclear bombs to survive.

But he is not simply good at killing people. He also recruits subordinates, stays away from chaos and right and wrong, and builds a powerful legion. A legion with an organized, disciplined and shared ideals, has supreme authority within the legion, so such an organization will not be easily defeated.

His appearance made me understand that I can only do research and cannot save the world, I can only be a Virgin and I can only slogans to sacrifice myself or save the world. I must have many abilities to become the master of the world.”

When the Prince said this, the Poison Spider looked at the Frankenstein in front of him as if he was a mental illness. She frowned and asked, "What are you talking about? Because of your dreams and fragments of your memory, you will kill Lin Sen who plays Victor Hugo?"

But the Prince shook his head again, "I swear that before the fragments of my memory flashed, I had never watched the movies and TV series made by Lin Sen at all. As for why I wanted to kill Lin Sen, because he was about to succeed."

The "Pigspider" was very confused. She really didn't understand the "Prince"'s dream talk.

The Prince continued: "Believe me, I'm not talking nonsense. When I was the protagonist of the memory fragment, I held on for a year in the doomsday. When the Joan of Arc-like girl was the protagonist, she held on for a year and a half.

When the American soldier was the protagonist, hehe..., I found his real body in reality. In the memory fragments, the guy actually said his real name. I sent someone to find him and slaughter him, so he was finished in another world for only more than three months.

And now this Victor Hugo is different. He has been persisting for more than two years and I feel like he is about to win. This makes me feel scared and I want to kill him. My intuition tells me that only by killing him can the game continue, otherwise I will be finished."

At this point, the Poison Spider felt that she was really talking to a crazy man with an abnormal mental state. She didn't believe everything the Prince said, but she couldn't question anything. She could only ask back: "You called me here to tell me this story?"

The Prince leaned on the wheelchair and laughed a few times again. He could see that the woman in front of him didn't believe what he said, "I know you won't believe what I said easily. But it doesn't matter, you just need to complete my mission.

According to my latest memory fragment, Linson must win the Best Actor Award at the Cannes Film Festival. I don’t know what this award means to him, but you can just destroy it. As long as he can’t win that award, the reward of 500 million is yours.”

That's so simple?!
Chapter completed!