…You can be a 'general', not a pawn."

"Ha... I had no choice, I actually don't have many choices." Ke Lan pulled out an expression that could barely be called a bitter smile, "Forget it, let's not talk about this for now, you can clean up the store

After dinner, I will take you to the hunting group headquarters first and register the corresponding procedures... Just filling out the pile of documents and forms, it will take an afternoon, which is also an issue that you have to choose."

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Research Institute, headquarters, a biochemical laboratory.

A young researcher wearing a full protective suit is carefully pulling out something from a sealed test tube with a syringe. On the experimental bench in front of him, there is an experimental glove box and a petri dish in the box.

There was a ball of irregular meat squirming slightly on it.

Behind him was a senior researcher who was also wearing a full set of protective suits. A little further away, there were two "security personnel" holding shields and holding automatic firearms in their hands.

"Teacher, professor... do you really want to do this? This... this is a violation of the regulations!" After completing the previous operation, the young researcher turned around and said to the person standing behind him with some embarrassment.

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"We have made a whole lot of attempts to violate the regulations, and there is no progress." said the man known as the "Professor". "Science must have a spirit of adventure, otherwise, both human beings and the times will be in a hurry."

"But……"

"Don't waste time, there are only four minutes left to survive this specimen, don't waste it!" The professor emphasized his tone and said sternly.

"Yes...yes..." The young researcher put the syringe into the experimental glove box and clamped it with a robotic arm.

"The first...the first experiment on implanting eroded active cells of 'special sample clonal culture' has begun..."

The robotic arm moved slowly, aiming the needle of the syringe at the squirming irregular piece of meat.

The young researcher held his breath, found the right position, stabbed the needle into the meat block at an average speed, and then began to push the piston of the syringe.

The professor standing behind him involuntarily opened his eyes wide and grabbed the back of the chair with both hands.
Chapter completed!