inside the car.

Mick looked at the protoss who was concentrating on driving and then had time to explain: "What I need is a perfect clone."

Driving, the protoss with top-notch appearance and body not only has the wisdom to crush the intelligent life in this world, but her physical strength is no less than that of Captain America in both units.

In this world, as long as it is not a massacre.

Protoss is almost a nuclear weapon.

Although he can also let the protoss directly kidnap Dr. Morik and let him produce the clones he needs for himself.

but.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.

What Mick wants is a perfect body, not a defective one with a back door hidden.

For him, if he could use money to make Dr. Morik willingly create the clones he needed, then why kidnap him.

The risks outweigh the benefits.

The star spirit who was driving the car heard Mick's explanation and nodded in understanding.

After she was restarted by Mick in the Qian Yuan Pearl, she automatically recognized Mick as her master, and her intelligence rapidly improved in this world.

As for whether Dr. Morik would let his black brother Albert, who was a member of the Black Hawk Guardians, investigate him when he returns to the company, Mick said he is not worried at all.

After collecting a large amount of money from the Internet in this world, Mick authorized the Protoss to let her compile an origin for herself online with almost no flaws.

In this world, he, Mick Charlan, is a descendant of ancient European nobles.

The origin is clear and can withstand any investigation.

…

the next day.

"Haha, welcome, Duke Mick."

At the headquarters of the Mysterious Island Company, Mick had just gotten out of the car when he heard Morik laughing and stretching his arms towards him not far away.

Mick also smiled.

Hugged him.

Maybe when this movie was first released, countless people hated the villainous doctor who took clones as human lives, and thought he was hateful, disgusting, and a bad guy.

But in Mick's opinion, the gray-haired Dr. Morik is simply his lucky star.

"Just call me Mick."

"But, Mr. Mick..."

"I insist."

Morick was stunned for a moment, then took Mick's right arm and said, "Okay, Mick, you came just in time. I'm about to go to our R&D base, and a group of distinguished guests are visiting there. Are you interested?"

"

"Why not."

Mick is smiling.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mick said to the star spirit guarding him: "It seems that Lincoln and Jordan have escaped. Find them."

Mick's face is a little gloomy. His clone has not come out yet, and no one is allowed to destroy it, not even the male and female protagonists here.

Not even Destiny's Son.

"Want to kill?"

Xing Ling nodded, never expecting that a mouth as delicate as a porcelain doll could say such heartless words.

Mick thought for a while and said: "Take them back to the castle."

The star spirit nodded and walked towards the door.

Yes, Mick still has a castle in this world. In order to make his identity perfect, he spent a lot of money to buy a castle in the British Peninsula, and his title of duke was given by the castle.

Good value for money.

"Mick, your secretary..."

Morik, who was in front, turned around and saw the protoss walking towards the door, feeling a little confused.

But Mick smiled and said: "I asked her to go to Sotheby's to help me order a bottle of wine that has been around for many years. I have to prepare it in advance so that there will be no wine to celebrate the moment of my new life."

Morik laughed.

Mick also had a smile on his face.

In the car heading to the underground city, Mick always had a smile on his face and had a very good conversation with Morik, who was sitting opposite him with a smile on his face.

On the one hand, Mick affirmed Dr. Morik's practice of using human clones to extract organs.

In Dr. Morick's view, the clones created were originally intended to provide customers with replacement organs, and they were products coming out of the assembly line.

At this moment, hearing Mick's affirmation of himself, I felt like I had finally met my soulmate.

If it hadn't been for the popularity of trick-or-treating in Europe and the United States, Mick even doubted that Dr. Morik would have dragged him into chopping off the chicken's head to live or die together.

"Mick, please forgive me, I have some things to deal with first."

As soon as he got off the car, Morick saw his black brother Albert not far away, gesturing for him to come over. His face couldn't help but darken. He was so angry when he thought that he had just received the news this morning that two clones had run out.

He wanted to kill someone, but he still said to Mick with a wrinkled face.

"Please."

Mick, who had noticed Albert early, naturally knew what Albert was going to say to Morik, and did not stop him.

"Dr. Morik, I understand you are looking for me?"

Albert once served in the French Special Forces, and his men were even Navy SEALs. This morning he learned that Dr. Morek had found him through the Ministry of Defense, so he came over.

"Yes, we have a security hole here." Dr. Morik touched the corners of his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed to speak.

But his black brother didn't give him any face, and said directly: "You have help from the Ministry of National Defense, why do you need me."

"Because the Department of Defense also has investment here, a huge investment, to be precise, 120 billion U.S. dollars. I can't let them know that there are no security loopholes here, so that they can reconsider this investment."

"How to tell them is your consideration. What I have to do is to reassure my customers."

"Very good!" Dr. Morik had a smile on his face, walked a few steps toward a deserted place, and then said, "Two of our products ran away."

Black brother Albert didn't have any surprised expression on his face and said calmly: "Interesting, I heard they are vegetative."

Dr. Morick explained without any strange expression on his face: "It was indeed a vegetative state at the beginning, but we soon discovered that organs without consciousness, experience, and vitality are failed products."

The black brother Albert showed no expression at all. After listening to Dr. Morik's explanation, he always believed in taking money to do things.

The next second.

"How long were they running?"

Dr. Morek looked at his watch and said, "Four hours and three-six minutes."

"walk?"

"right!"

Without looking back, he asked his soldiers sitting not far away: "Wade, 1.2 miles an hour, within a five-mile radius, watch out for any suspicious movements."

A bald man sitting not far away nodded.

soon……

"Sorry Mick, something happened in the base. It's okay now. Let's go. Everything is ready."

Dr. Morik walked up to Mick with a smile again. In his opinion, with the help of his black brother Albert, just two clones could make a huge difference.

A big stone was lifted in my heart, and the smile on my face became even brighter.

Mick said nothing, smiled and nodded.
Chapter completed!