"Dead, why is he dead?" Doctor Strange from the Medical Department looked at the corpse of Deadpool in front of him. He was still waiting for this Deadpool to do experiments.
"I was stabbed by the last student and died inexplicably." The commissioner of the execution department stood nearby, with an unsightly expression on his face.
Deadpool's body was covered with wounds. A knife edge passed through his protruding ribs and pierced his lungs. This was not a fatal injury to Deadpool at all, but he was indeed dead.
"No, Deadpool wouldn't die so quickly even if he was stabbed in the heart." Strange touched the fine stubble on his chin. As a creature corroded by dragon blood, Deadpool has extraordinary self-healing ability.
Imagine that being stabbed in the chest by an alchemical weapon is only considered a serious injury.
"Forget it, I'll dissect this Deadpool later." Strange was also helpless. It was quite difficult to meet a living Deadpool. Today, he finally had a chance, but he was killed by a student.
Bad luck.
"Thank you, thank you. I'm going to see how Rex is doing. You're busy." The executive director smiled and exited the room, going to visit the unlucky guy who had half of his palm bitten off by Deadpool. Strange took the
Use the scalpel to cut open Deadpool's chest.
To his surprise, although Deadpool's injuries were serious, they were not fatal. Strange also ruled out the possibility of death from excessive blood loss. Deadpool's hematopoietic function is powerful and he would not suffer such an injury.
He lost too much blood.
"In this case, it doesn't look like he was hacked to death, but rather... he was scared to death?" Strange checked Deadpool's heart. It was hard to imagine that Deadpool could be frightened to the point of cardiac arrest.
It was as if he was facing some terrible monster before he died.
"Is it so scary to be cut by students with a knife? It seems that the executive department needs to be notified to re-evaluate Deadpool's mental state." Strange said to himself. This was the first time he had seen Deadpool who was scared to death. Maybe
Is this Deadpool too timid?
After taking off his protective clothing, Strange arranged the surgical instruments, sorted the special scalpels into categories, and went through several sterilization procedures before walking out of the laboratory.
Ender was sitting on a chair outside, chatting with a female nurse with brown curly hair.
"Strange, you came just in time." Ender took out two sample bags and handed them to him, "Do me a favor, you know."
The nurse left quietly, leaving only Ender and Strange in the corridor.
Strange looked at the sample bag in his hand, which contained a few strands of hair, glowing red under the light, and asked curiously:
"Principal Ande, which student are you helping find a relative?"
"Well, don't worry so much. These two are my juniors and they look quite similar. I just wanted to see if they are related."
Ender scratched his cheek. In order to help Zero fake a paternity test, he secretly hypnotized Dr. Strange from the Department of Medicine and asked him to conduct a paternity test for himself. But Zero's incident also gave him some inspiration.
So he found Chen Motong's hair, pulled out some of Lu Li's hair, and sent it to Strange again.
The two people looked so similar, Ender felt that they must have some relationship. If he couldn't find the answer through metaphysics, then there was no harm in trying science.
"This kind of thing is not very good. Many mixed breeds don't like genetic testing." Strange resisted a little. "I almost exposed what happened last time..."
"We are doing a good thing, helping a poor girl find her father." Ender patted Strange on the shoulder, "It will be okay, don't worry."
"Okay... okay." Strange had already been dragged onto the pirate ship by Andre, and he couldn't get off the ship now. "I'll take a test in the evening."
"That's right. What we're doing is a good thing. Don't always be timid." Strange is a very strange person. He is cruel to Deadpool and those monsters corroded by dragon blood, but when facing his parents and children
Appraisal of such ethical matters is a bit daunting.
This is probably the noble moral character of scientific workers.
Ender walked out of the medical department in a happy mood. He hoped that in the end it was just a false alarm. After all, even if they were not related by blood, there were many people who looked alike.
Recently, the test of Chen Motong's blood sample has come out. It is a normal mixed-race species with a high blood level. However, considering the strange abilities and mutations of mixed-race species, not all problems can be found by testing the blood.
After caring about Chen Motong and his children, Ande turned around and walked into a place he didn't like very much: the execution department.
The people in the executive department are too serious and it is not very comfortable to chat. The most important thing is that they are very busy. Few people are willing to come and chat with Ander. Of course, the source of this atmosphere is naturally Ander.
The man in front of me:
Executive Secretary, Schneider.
This guy was seriously injured in Greenland. Half of his face was rotten and he needed a machine to breathe.
For his injuries, Ender had many ways to treat him, and Gurweger's healing skills in the chapel were not simple.
But this guy has a lot of personality. He likes to sit in the execution department with the machine inserted into his lungs and a mask on his face.
In his words, this is called using scars to remind one of his mistakes, but in Ender's opinion, this guy only came up with such an idea because his brain was frozen.
"Principal Ander, what are you doing here?" Schneider stared at the principal who did nothing every day. In the school, Ander, Angers and the vice-principal Nicholas were called a trio of salary thieves. They spent every day drinking and living in the school.
dawdle.
After all, the strong always take action last, so you can't use nuclear bombs to kill mosquitoes.
"Look at that plan." Ender waved his hand. "You know, it has something to do with fire."
Schneider took Ander to his office and opened a document, which contained some pictures and long paragraphs of text.
"Principal Ander, there is no need for you to come. I can send the files to your personal terminal." Schneider was very cold. He and Ander were not compatible by nature because he was not very good at chatting.
"That's so boring." Ander curled his lips, "I'm very bored every day, so I just happened to come here to see you."
"Principal Ander, you'd better read the documents." Schneider didn't waver and asked Ander to focus on the plan.
"The Joy of Fire Project, a large-scale facility designed to deal with the Lord of Bronze and Fire." Schneider said the very funny name of the project with an indifferent expression.
"We dug a pit in the desert of West Texas, laid walls, floor tiles, alchemy circles, and countless weapons."
"Principal Ander, can this kill a dragon king?" Schneider asked.
"No, but we have a secret weapon." Ender looked at the report with an inexplicable light shining on his face.