Yang Ming was thinking about how to refuse this reward.

On the projection screen, several light red lasers flashed across the screen, and blood holes as thick as a thumb appeared on the Valkyrie's hands and feet lying on the ground.

There were two more wounds on the shoulder joints than the wound locations proposed by Yang Ming.

The captain who was in the fire control cabin below asked via radio: "Do you need to cause more injuries? Professor."

"That's enough," Kigrove said immediately, "that's enough, don't hurt her anymore. Let the assault team go up and put all the modified bodies into deep sleep. They are all our precious achievements."

"Okay professor," the captain's voice sounded a little unfinished.

On the projection screen, two rows of imperial soldiers armed with laser guns and wearing protective clothing rushed into the bottom cabin and quickly pressed their knees on the necks of the cybernetics.

The Valkyrie suddenly opened her eyes, and red ripples bloomed again.

But a light blue protective film appeared on the helmets of those soldiers, protecting their fragile brains and sensitive brain waves.

As Yang Ming said before, when the Valkyrie's body suffers multiple penetrating wounds, she will lose her ability to move.

Several injections tried to penetrate the fair and smooth skin of the Valkyrie. Her hands and feet kept shaking, but she could not move.

The commando’s messy voice came from the built-in speaker of the main console:

"Oh my God! Captain, look, Valkyrie's wounds are recovering, and the burn marks are gone."

"Infinite proliferation of cells? Is she fused with Zerg genes?"

"What kind of monster is this! Although she is very beautiful! Damn it, bring the thickest needle over here, my needle can't go in!"

"Inject the dormant injection into her wound, and her skin has extremely high toughness... This is indeed a monster."

Kilgrove said coldly: "Captain, tell all your people to shut up!"

"Good professor."

The captain cut off the voice synchronization of the action team, and the main console became silent again, except for the rapid and rough sound of Kigrove.

Yang Ming, who was standing behind, hesitated to speak.

Kilgrove's breathing gradually calmed down, and he slowly turned around. The mechanical eye was shining with dark red spots.

"Come on, Hanton," Kilgrove cheered up, "I will personally help you perform the reconstructive surgery."

Yang Ming immediately said: "Professor, I think...at this moment, I need to maintain the equipment of the spacecraft. After all, there is such a big commotion."

"Isn't this what you have always wanted?"

Kilgrove stared at Yang Ming: "Why can't you see any happiness on your face? Hanton."

"Professor," Yang Ming forced an ugly smile, "I just injured my head, and I still feel dizzy. I'm worried that this will affect the success rate of the transformation."

"This won't have any impact," Kilgrove seemed to be looking for something on Yang Ming's face, "This is the reward you deserve, Hanton, why do you make me feel like you're suddenly a different person?"

I'm going to reveal my secret?

Yang Ming was shocked by Kilgrove's insight and thought about the current situation rapidly in his heart.

Even though Brother Ji seems to be so amiable now, this guy is a perverted murderer at heart, and regards life as even more despicable than a piece of shit;

If Brother Ji becomes suspicious of him, his situation will be very dangerous.

But that 35% mortality rate…

"Professor, why not wait until this matter is over? I still have a lot of work to deal with."

"I don't make promises lightly, Captain Henton, and when I make a promise, I never change my mind."

"But Professor!"

Yang Ming took half a step forward, and suddenly there was the sound of frustrated footsteps. Four garrison soldiers appeared on the left and right, and the red dot aimed by the laser gun fell on Yang Ming's forehead.

"Don't be nervous, Hanton, I understand you."

Kilgrove walked towards the stairs with a cane, no longer looking at Yang Ming, but turned around and said:

"Captain, you personally send Third Officer Hanton to the backup laboratory to encourage this young man and let my assistants make some preparations for him, if they can still move."

The captain who had just left the console looked at Yang Ming with complex eyes and made a gesture of invitation to Yang Ming.

"Thank you, Professor."

Yang Ming forced a smile and walked towards the captain without looking back.

On the projection screen, the Valkyrie was carried to the experimental table by the soldiers, quickly tied into a rice dumpling, and more dormancy reagents began to be injected.

…

The captain is a thoughtful soldier, completely loyal to the Empire and Professor Kilgrove.

On the way to being 'escorted' to the backup laboratory, Yang Ming was always looking for a breakthrough. The moment he left the bridge, the moment he entered the elevator, the moment the elevator switched to a microgravity environment...

Any possible opportunities for resistance were blocked by the experienced captain.

From Hanton's memory, we can know that when this happens - the soldiers on the ship turn on the safety of the laser gun and aim at the head of the experimental material, it means that they may shoot at any time.

There have been accidents before where experimental materials were shot directly through the brain.

The current situation is that if you are transformed, you still have a chance to survive, but if you directly conflict with them, the chance of survival is slim, and there is still some buffer space for transformation.

'After all, the chance of survival is still 65%...'

Yang Ming thought happily in pain.

The backup laboratory was on the upper floor of the bottom cabin, and the elevator that resumed operation took them directly to the entrance of the laboratory.

The silver-gray alloy doors opened from left to right, and several experimenters who had received orders in advance were nervously staring at the door with fear on their faces.

"Hanton," the captain patted Yang Ming on the shoulder, "Thank you, you may have just avoided a disaster for us."

Yang Ming clenched his fist slightly.

If the real Hanton got such an opportunity, he would naturally be ecstatic; his current worries and resistance have aroused Kilgrove's suspicion.

Yang Ming even vaguely noticed that Kilgrove was observing him now.

The soldiers stood aside holding laser guns, their fingers were near the triggers, and the biological safety of the guns was turned on.

In other words, the soldiers have been ordered to kill Hanton at any time, and the person who issued this order will only be Kilgrove.

"captain."

Yang Ming whispered: "If possible, please suggest the professor to use some more mature techniques on me. Only by living can I serve the empire."

Before the captain could speak, the third officer in front of him, who was not very impressive on weekdays, had already lowered his head and walked into the cabin, lying down calmly on the experimental table. He put his hands and feet where they should be without the soldiers' assistance.

, tightly bound by the shackles that popped out from below.

'The professor may have made an unwise decision.'

The captain had such an idea out of nowhere.

Instructing the soldiers to stay in the laboratory, the captain turned and hurried towards the bottom cabin, thinking of words to plead for Third Officer Hanton without offending Professor Kilgrove.

…

The wait on the experimental bench seemed particularly long.

Yang Ming's mood gradually changed from angry and irritable to calm and restrained.

This life was originally saved, now I just need to find a way to survive.

Drip, drip, drip.

I don’t know which instrument made the sound, but the rhythm of the sound coincided with Yang Ming’s heartbeat.

There were needles piercing the backs of hands and feet, and the cool liquid invaded the blood vessels. Yang Ming felt a little dizzy and soon fell into a drowsy state.

Drop, drop.

Yang Ming opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Kilgrove wearing a surgical cap and mask. The latter was looking intently at the instrument table beside him.

"Professor, gene stabilization fluid has extremely low rejection and is an excellent material."

"Would you like to try using type 2 genetic fluid, professor? Or should you use the most conservative type 1 genetic fluid? After all, this is a loyal imperial soldier."

Kilgrove said: "Go and get Genetic Fluid No. 6, maybe it will work this time."

"No. 6? Professor, that is not the genome extracted from the Valkyrie... It is only a theoretical possibility..."

"Several of his key values ​​​​are very close to the original Wusha," Kigrove's voice showed a bit of impatience. "If it weren't for the fact that there was only a lump of cell tissue left in the ancient god, I would have transformed it just like I did with Wusha.

Hanton! Move quickly, don’t miss the opportunity!”

"Good professor."

whirling?

Is this the name of the Valkyrie? It’s really hard to pronounce.

Yang Ming wanted to give Kigrove the middle finger, but he was already anesthetized and his thoughts quickly stopped.

I don't know how long I have been asleep, it could be just a moment, or it could have been several hours.

The severe pain shattered the blank dream woven by the anesthetic.
To be continued...