Starting from the pirates, pushing the world

Chapter 188 Sorry, I don't want to kill!
"Are you an Ikoma?"

In the dark cell, following the sound of footsteps approaching, a man in black came outside the cell and looked at the gray-green haired boy inside and asked.

Ikoma and Wuming looked at each other, nodded, and replied, "It's me."

"Come out."

"Where are you going?"

The man in black glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "Senior Director Addison wants to see you in the base chief's office."

"That's fine."

Although Ikoma was surprised, he nodded and walked out. On the way, he patted Wuming on the shoulder to signal him not to worry.

Only that day Niaomeima frowned and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Ikoma." Wuming looked at Ikoma's leaving back and pursed his lips tightly. He began to hate his own incompetence and weakness in his heart, and secretly said: "Sometimes what my elder brother said is right. If I am strong enough now, I can take them with me." Get out of here."

Ikoma followed the man in black through the long dark corridor, and as he walked out of the prison gate, a burst of dazzling sunlight fell from the sky, forcing him to squint his eyes for a while to get used to it.

Along the way, he saw groups of army soldiers, as well as men in black who flashed by with afterimages from time to time.

But what catches the eye the most is the rows of exquisite wooden buildings and the unfamiliar flags hanging on the roof. It is a white background with five black balls drawn horizontally and vertically in the middle.

What would that represent?

With this question in mind, Ikoma was taken to the tallest building in the center, and then met Senior Director Addison in the office on the top floor.

"Please sit down."

Addison, who was sitting behind the desk, smiled kindly at him and asked, "Would you like something to drink? How about the coffee? Oh no, you should prefer tea, right?"

"This"

When Ikoma was a little nervous and was about to say no, the former had already ordered to the secretary outside: "Bring him a cup of matcha tea."

"Ok."

This made Ikoma speechless for a moment, he found that this person was a little too strong, but his attention immediately focused on the yellow objects on the desk.

"This is."

"Hehe, that's right, I called you here because of this thing, can you introduce it to me, the people below told me that this thing is quite powerful, it can penetrate the chest of three stacked Kabane at the same time. "

Senior director Addison chuckled, and at the same time complained in his heart: "This power is already comparable to anti-material firearms, how can a steam gun be so outrageous?"

Ikoma hesitated for a moment, thought for a while and said: "This is a more penetrating and impactful 'piercing barrel' that I developed together with my friend Yusheng because ordinary steam barrels can't damage Kabane's heart membrane." '."

"'Tube'?"

"Yes, it is actually an improved bullet of the steam gun. We found that the shock wave of the gunpowder explosion will produce a metal jet when it hits the metal plate. Based on this, I invented a special warhead that can produce a metal jet. It's called a 'jet bomb'."

As Ikoma talked, his mood became excited, as if he was introducing his masterpiece to others, his voice gradually became higher.

"Because we are just maintenance workers at the station and can't get real steam guns, so I modified the launching device of the rivet machine to shoot 'jet bullets', which I call 'piercing barrels'!"

After listening, Senior Director Addison's eyes on Ikoma changed, and he no longer regarded him as an ordinary Kabaneri test subject.

"It seems that you are quite talented in weapon research and development, especially in the modification of bullets. Congratulations, you have proved your worth. Next, please read this document."

I saw him take out a not very thick document from the drawer and put it in front of Ikoma, who picked it up and read it suspiciously.

Watching and watching, the expression of this 'World Protagonist' became more and more shocked, and his pupils were shrinking violently.

"Another World. World Government"

To be honest, there wasn’t much content on it, but even so, he read it several times, and senior director Addison didn’t urge him, just quietly waiting for him to digest it.

After a while.

"Sorry, I've finished reading." Ikoma put down the document, but his voice was still trembling.

Addison looked at him in surprise, "Have you calmed down so quickly? You really are a scientific research seed, but your Kabaneri's body is a bit tricky."

After all, it is impossible for the Academy of Sciences to accept a researcher who may suck human blood at any time, right?
Ikoma smiled bitterly and said, "I'm also trying to find a way to transform myself into a human, and so is Wuming."

"You want to go back to normal?"

"Isn't Superman in poor health?" Addison quipped.

"No, I just want to transform back into a human together with Wuming, no matter what!" Ikoma raised his head and said firmly.

"It's not impossible, the key is whether you have this value."

This meaningful sentence surprised Ikoma, and asked quickly: "Can you make me return to a normal person?"

"Yes, you are from another world, maybe there is a special way!"

Senior Director Addison spread his palms and said with a smile: "You have misunderstood, our world may have a solution, but the possibility I just mentioned is the product of your own world, but it belongs to us now That's all."

"What!" Ikoma was shocked.

"Do you still remember the Dr. Zhuang Wei who came with you? The 'white blood plasma' he invented is a serum that can effectively eliminate Kabane virus."

"It is said that for an ordinary Cabaneri like you, one dose has five or six layers of probability to completely turn you back into a normal person, but there are only two tubes of this thing."

Hearing this, Ikoma stood up abruptly, looked at Addison in surprise, and said, "Isn't this just suitable for me and Wuming? Please, please make us return to normal people!"

As he spoke, he clasped his palms together and bowed to the latter very sincerely, but Senior Director Addison was indifferent to this and looked at him calmly.

"Why?"

"what?"

"Can you tell me why we use the precious serum that only has two tubes on you?"

"this."

Ikoma was speechless, and became anxious, and quickly asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

"now it's right."

Senior Director Addison nodded in satisfaction, "Don't think about asking for nothing, but think about what you can use to get what."

"Please advise!"

"You definitely don't have anything to exchange for 'white plasma' now, but you can work for us, such as making the kind of 'jet bullets' you mentioned, and you can also transform them into ordinary gunpowder firearms, even Find a way to get a big 'jet stream armor-piercing shell'!"

Senior director Addison opened his mind to provide Ikoma with the next research direction, which made the latter stunned.

"As long as you show enough value in this aspect, you will have the opportunity to apply for the injection of 'white blood plasma' from us. Perhaps by then, the Institute of Biochemistry will be able to mass-produce 'white blood plasma'."

"How about it, do you want to accept it?"

But Ikoma asked hesitantly: "Then the 'jet stream bomb' I developed and the 'jet stream shell' you just mentioned are used to deal with Kabane, or are they also used to kill people?"

"Is there a difference?" Senior Director Addison looked at him puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I, I don't want to kill people, and I don't want the things I made to kill people." Ikoma lowered his head, clenched his fists, clenched his pants and gritted his teeth.

It's just that when these words came out, the former's face turned cold.

"Oh, really?"

"Then you should go back to the cell first and think about it again, and come back when you have figured it out!"

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