Seeing the heavy door in front of him being opened, Olanke felt as if he had entered a terrifying monster space.
There was a huge container placed in front of him, and inside the container was a terrifying monster that looked ferocious.
The monster has a body like an orangutan, but has the head of a giant wolf. It is already dead, because at this moment, the monster has been soaked in an emerald green liquid full of bubbles.
There was a smell of decay floating in the air, a disgusting smell of rotting corpses. This was not an illusion, this was the real smell that Olank smelled.
Something must have died here, and it must have been wiped repeatedly with disinfectant or the like, so it left such a faint odor that made people feel hopeless.
However, obviously, as a super ace pilot of the Air Force, Olanke did not come here to visit these uncomfortable corpses.
He walked past the big jar at the door, and saw that there was not just one jar like this at the door, but they were densely arranged, just like a canning factory.
Another officer wearing an air force uniform who was following Olank couldn't help but began to retch. The technician in a white coat who led them here also had an embarrassed smile on his face.
Olanke did not vomit. He walked to the second container filled with green bubble liquid and saw the specimen soaked in it with his eyes slightly open.
This specimen is a woman, and she looks pretty good... At this moment, her whole body is soaked in the container, and her hair is naturally floating in the liquid.
Olanke looked at this female specimen whose hands were covered with giant wolf down, and frowned slightly.
It's one thing to see a monster being made into a specimen, but to see a creature that is almost the same as a human being being made into a specimen will make you feel somewhat uncomfortable.
He averted his gaze and quickly walked to the third jar. The person soaking here was finally no longer a person. In other words, strictly speaking, all the creatures here should not be called "people".
In the third jar was a human being covered in armor. He looked like a reptile, with two eyes already growing near his temples.
The snake-like skin makes people's hair stand on end just by looking at it. This terrifying creature looks more like a lizard than a human being.
After all, Olanke saw that this thing actually had a tail, a lizard-like tail.
"These are all failed experiments... There is another one who died when laying eggs. If you are interested, you can take a look." The technical staff member leading the team passed by Oulanke embarrassedly and said:
A gesture of invitation.
Olanke averted his eyes and followed the staff member along the narrow passage to the end of the long corridor composed of these chemical jars.
Near the end, Oranke saw specimens that were closer to humans. The last thing in the jar near the isolation armored door made him stop in his tracks.
It was also a human specimen with arms and calves covered with scales, but this specimen was completely different from other specimens covered with scales.
Even in the embalming liquid, Olanke and other air force pilots could still clearly see the golden light shining on the scales of the corpse.
Oranke even felt that this corpse was full of beauty, the kind of beauty that made him feel that it would not be a bad thing if he died like this.
"You...are doing biological experiments on dragons?" Finally, a well-informed air force officer looked at the experimenter and asked nervously.
"Yes, this is our latest experimental direction. If we can combine the characteristics of the Dragon Clan and integrate the Dragon Clan's magical talents into the bodies of ordinary people, we can create stronger super soldiers." The technician said proudly.
"If the Dragon Clan knows about this, a war may break out." Another pilot who had dealt with the Dragon Clan looked at the technician and emphasized.
Hearing this, the staff member laughed: "Actually, we have authorization from the Dragon Clan, and we are allowed to study the Dragon Clan's corpses and body specimens."
"Do you still have ** specimens?" This time, even Oulanke found it a bit unbelievable.
"Yes, we are allowed to conduct gene fusion research, including the Dragon Clan... But every year we have to pay a huge sum of money to the Dragon Clan, and the Empire also promised to cancel most of the purchase restriction policies..." the technician explained
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Then he pointed to the ceiling and continued: "Actually, what really made the Dragon Clan agree to this research were the other two agreements."
"The "Gene Technology Sharing Agreement", the "Dragon Protection Agreement"..." As he said, he pressed his palm on the fingerprint recognition lock. The scanning beam passed over his palm, and the armored isolation door in front of him sneered.
It opens quickly with a sound.
"The former stipulates that our gene fusion technology must be shared with the Dragon Clan. This is part of the cancellation of the technology restriction agreement..." The staff member continued to walk forward with everyone, and said as he walked.
He passed a huge one-way transparent observation corridor. At the other end of the glass, two strong dragon men were lying on the bed with their upper bodies naked and letting staff in white coats draw their blood.
"The latter...the content of the latter is even more exaggerated. The Airanhill Empire promised to provide the Dragon Clan with a planet, a planet that only belongs to the Dragon Clan." The technician nodded slightly at the patrolling guards passing by him.
Then we walked to the destination of our trip, the door of a laboratory.
"Today's genetic modification is relatively safe, but there are still certain risks... so I must emphasize it to you again..." The technician glanced at everyone and spoke solemnly.
Asked: "Are you sure... you want to accept such genetic modification?"
"Sure..." The breathtakingly beautiful new fighter jet flashed through his mind, the super fighter jet that could fly five times the speed of sound and could defeat all current fighter jets in service. Olanke replied without hesitation.
Behind his answer were affirmative answers one after another. They are all fighter pilots from the Air Force, and they have only one purpose in coming here. They want to become stronger, fly more powerful fighter jets, and crush more people.