The principle of Cerberus is actually very simple. Inject a little dragon blood into the body of a large dog. If the dog is not dead yet, congratulations, you have got a biological weapon that is so cruel that it can treat you as a dessert.
This creature first came from an experiment by Herzog, in which dragon blood from Black Swan Harbor was used to infect large dogs. Then he got a monster that could eat whatever it saw, but human creativity is always endless.
After Herzog sent this result, the smart people in this land quickly found a way to control these monsters, using the conditioned reflex produced by high-voltage electric shock collars to control the movement and stopping of Cerberus.
"This thing was used by the secret party a long time ago." Fingel looked at the corroded large dog above: "But it was later abolished. It cost too much and was very disobedient. The evaluation is generally not high."
The Execution Department has always tried its best. The biological weapons that can be made with a little dragon blood and large dogs have been highly praised by some experts, but there are many problems. The lifespan of this dragon subspecies will not be too long. How to make it work?
It is even more troublesome for the other party to identify the target.
The most important thing is that they always bite the enemy everywhere, causing a lot of trouble for the aftermath and research. In the end, these "cerberus" gradually became unnoticed and became a discarded case of the execution department, and no one was there anymore.
Use.
But on Maozi's side, this creature has become a means of entertainment for hybrids. Those bored hybrid chaebols will be happy to watch this monster fight with brown bears or tigers. Some people have even developed dog fighting
gameplay.
"This sounds really bad," Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that Big Brother was so bad behind the scenes, and his father's role in it was even more strange: "And why would the doomsday sect study this thing?
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"The earliest batch of hellhounds used dragon blood from the black snake below Black Swan Harbor," Anton introduced: "But that dragon turned into a cocoon as early as 1991, and the cocoon is still in the secret party to this day.
On hand."
"There are not many dragons in this land, and the only ones who can get dragon blood are the doomsday sects." Anton clicked on the hellhound on the photo: "Eighty percent of the hellhounds here now come from
Doomsday sects, a dog can be sold for millions, and doomsday sects make a lot of money from this thing.”
Lu Mingfei's expression is getting weirder and weirder now. Originally, the image of his father in his mind was that of a slovenly and unkempt intellectual. Later, when he arrived in Kassel, the image of Lu Lincheng changed into ten
Wife, Ikari Yuantang is hiding behind the scenes and controlling the world.
Now, when Lu Mingfei heard Anton say that doomsday sects rely on selling dogs to raise funds, the former boss behind the scenes suddenly transformed into a farmer who raises chickens and dogs in the Arctic.
My name is Lu Mingfei. My parents opened a chicken farm in the Arctic, producing delicious smoked guinea chicken. In their free time, they would sell their high-quality breeding dogs on the market in exchange for a fortune.
The meager income was used to repair the farmhouse.
It sounds so simple, Dad, Mom!
Lu Mingfei's mind was already wandering, and he felt more and more that his father's plan was a bit unreliable, while Ling and Fingel beside him were both sitting upright, listening to Anton describe the bad things going on in Maozi.
After the disintegration of Red Hair, China was not very interested in the local area. Except for the time when Ander led a team to harvest the wool of Black Swan Port, they rarely interfered here, but this did not hinder the children of Black Swan Port.
When I grow up, I continue to investigate the past.
Anton and Khorkina have been pretending to be husband and wife here for almost a year. Relying on the relationship between Huaxia and the Secret Party, he has established good relations with the local mixed-races and found out a lot about what happened back then, but
The more he checked, the more frightened he became. The things Hongmao left behind made him mentally exhausted, and he was ready to leave here.
"I went to pick you up. In the eyes of some people, my identity has been exposed." Anton looked at Khorkina and nodded to her: "But it doesn't matter. What I found out is not a secret. I still
I can stay with you for a while."
"But instructor, didn't you say you found out a lot of things?"
"There are a lot of chores, even the surface of Black Swan Port is not enough, but it is enough to make people tired." Anton rubbed his eyes: "Do you know where Cerberus was first used, Afghanistan..."
"Okay, okay, instructor, please stop talking." Lu Mingfei felt an inexplicable pressure and quickly interrupted Anton's conversation. The two of them reviewed their plans again and finally dispersed.
The auction was scheduled for two days later. Theoretically, the doomsday sects had arrived in Moscow, but the auction had not started and no one could find them.
The apartment Anton lives in is not too big, with one master bedroom and one guest room. After a friendly exchange, Fingel and Lu Mingfei decided that we should sleep on the sofa.
While Anton, Khorkina and Ling were packing their things, the two of them sat on the sofa and started chatting.
"What do you think we should do then?" Lu Mingfei was still a little nervous and began to discuss countermeasures with Fingel: "What did you say when I saw the doomsday sect?"
Fingel drank the juice nonchalantly: "It depends on whether you want to come with a tattoo or with force."
"How do you say this?" Lu Mingfei was stunned, not understanding what he meant.
"Come with me, you go up to that person and tell him that you are the son of Chairman Lu Lincheng and you want to meet your father." Fingel put down the juice and continued: "Come with me,
That is, we rush in, point a gun at the other person's head, and then politely ask him to call Dad."
"It doesn't sound very good." Lu Mingfei scratched his calf: "It doesn't seem like a way to have a conversation between father and son."
"Relax," Fingel comforted: "Do you have to believe that this is a post-modern, alternative father-son relationship, just like Alsace and his father, who only kill each other if they love each other?"
Lu Mingfei choked for a moment: "I think there is definitely something wrong with your understanding of the relationship between father and son. I am not Alsace. I went to Northrend in the north to find Frostmourne or something."
Now that he knew about the doomsday sect, Lu Mingfei was a little unsure whether his father would be willing to save Ander. Maybe it would be a good thing for him. The leader of the secret party disappeared overnight. If it were replaced
If you were someone else, you might have to dance in the office for three days.
It was only then that Lu Mingfei realized that he and his parents had become enemies. They had different paths and could not work together. This sentence was clearly reflected in the conflict between the secret party and the doomsday sect. Even now, it is still maintained.
There was a fragile balance, but Lu Mingfei knew that this balance would not last long.
"This is the north." Fingel answered unexpectedly.