The evolution of this ant is unscientific

Chapter 2 Destined Honor
"This is the Western Daily. We are very sorry and sad to broadcast a special federal news. Professor Ivan, who was honored as the greatest biologist in a century, died in a voluntary scientific research experiment a few days ago."

"At the same time, the experimental body known as the strange energy X meteor was destroyed, as well as the experimental subject mentioned in the thesis "The evolution of this ant is unscientific" that has been studied by Professor Ivan for more than ten years."

"Our deepest condolences again!"

"drop"

Wu Luoge turned off the holographic screen in front of him.

Habitually waving the watch in his hand, he stood up and walked to the French window.

"Has the money you promised come?"

He looked at the figure that appeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and asked some casually.

"Heh, didn't you say that as long as you get the position for you, money is not necessary?"

The figure was a little fuzzy, as if the image had been specially processed.

"Why, do you want to deny your account?"

"Are you afraid that I will report you?"

Wu Luoge suddenly smiled contemptuously, and the way he was holding it suddenly became sloppy.

"Human beings are multi-faceted and adaptable."

"Since I'm the chief now, I'm naturally entitled to ask for more."

These two sentences have been hidden in Wu Luoge's heart for a long time, and he has never had a chance to say them.Until now, a certain burden has been relieved, and it seems to have fulfilled a certain kind of entrustment.

"Little man."

"Drip."

The image in front of him disappeared, leaving only a villain.

"Hey, a villain is a villain, not an ant."

Looking at the news that the funds have arrived in the wristwatch, Wu Luoge didn't care about the insults from that figure at all.

Not only do you not care, but also a little proud.

If it weren't for a villain, could he endure humiliation for ten years?

Just lurking by that person's side, until now?

There are so many deputies, but I may be the only one who can top it.

Isn't that enough to ask for more?

To place your own chess pieces.

It is necessary to prepare for the chess pieces to eat.

This is the correct operation.

Wu Luoge thought so, not at all worried about the possible revenge from the other side.

"Now I'm a rare commodity."

While sitting back on the luxurious sofa in the chief residence that he just moved into, he raised his watch and counted the numbers inside.

In Wu Luoge's heart, the figure of that friend suddenly appeared.

"You will be punished for doing this!"

"It's okay to be shameless, just don't be an ant."

"This is a fallacy! You should wake up!"

To scold, to humiliate.

It pierced Wu Luoge's heart like a needle.

But he suddenly laughed bitterly.

"Childish, you should wake up."

"If you don't cooperate with them, are you going to die with honor like that fool?"

"I'm not that kind of person."

Wu Luoge looked out the window while talking to himself.

The night became silent.

The lights of the city flickered.

Shemar stood in front of the hero's tomb, watching silently.

"Thank you!"

"Since doing academics can't really bring light."

"Then I'll be a lawyer."

"I only hope that someone will inherit the light you left behind."

This is that friend, and also the assistant who ran out to intercept him during the experiment.

He was talking to himself, whispering to the stone tablet in front of him.

"I know you don't remember me, I'm just a tiny assistant in your lab."

"You once told me that even ants have great potential."

"This is what you firmly believe in and what you are determined to do."

"But you... Alas... Maybe there is really only a thin line between dedication and stupidity, genius and lunatic."

"I hope you are in another world, not a scholar, not bound."

"It is the supreme being who can live freely, be free and easy, be free from morality, and be able to dominate everything."

"You must live better than here."

The wind blows by.

Bring the dry cold under the night.

Meteors are fleeting.

He waited quietly.

No response was heard.

Turn around and leave, no longer linger in the past.

In this era, the weak are despised and the strong are respected.

Do not distinguish between black and white, only look at power.

But he wants to give the weak a chance.

The dedication of that person in scientific research is a ray of light.

Failed to illuminate the darkness.

but lighted his way.
-
In the vast world, unknown distant places.

Under a certain broken light curtain, there is a barren land.

In the barren land, there is little water.

Three huge scorching suns moved irregularly outside the light curtain.

The dry and sparse vegetation on the ground speaks of the barrenness here.

Cracked earth and rubble are everywhere, like naked curses, mocking the world.

Bundles of round ash were rolled up by the tornado, and then sprayed all around like rain.

Little marching ants walked silently on this land.

Tireless and directionless.

They were looking, looking for the edible item.

The wind suddenly picked up, blowing over this group of ants, and quietly pushed away some of the weaker ones.

After leaving the team, they tremblingly explored with the tentacles on their heads, and returned to their own queue after a while.

Wind and sand are not the only color of this barren land, and the scorching sun is not the main source of high temperature.

On the way this group of ants was advancing, a fiery red shadow as huge as a mountain was spreading its thousand-meter-wide wings and fluttering away.

"boom"

A flame-like wind howled, and it rushed straight towards the group of passing marching ants.

"huhu"

The hot wind hit them, scattered them like waves, and killed them.

After a long time, the whistling of the wind stopped.

Those ants that died in mid-air fell to the dry ground one by one.

Like leftovers that no one wants.

They are missing arms and heads, leaving only some limbs stuck to their bellies.

The ants have been dried, their bodies have been cracked, and their souls have been scorched.

Among the many dead ants, there was a big-headed ant that was still moving.
Its whole body was as black as ink, its head was as big as a gravel slab, and its body gleamed with the faint luster of black iron.

The sci-fi chip on the forehead quietly bulges, it is golden, and it is also silver.

Black ants, chunks of metal, glittering gold and silver.

Such a strange mystery has become the most eye-catching one among the tens of thousands of dead army ants.

It is also the only surviving one among the tens of thousands of army ants.

So, not long after, the little cyan larks received the news from the wind.

They flew over one by one, each squatting in front of the selected food.

Among these larks, there is a lark with three crowns of golden hair on its head.It is the Skylark King, and also a unique existence known as the magic sparrow.

In this group of larks, it is unique, so it has the right to choose any ant it likes.

"Chat!"

It's checked.

That's the one that's still moving.

(End of this chapter)