The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 469 Transplantation and Chess Pieces, Frozen City (4k)

"Mass production of acquired high-level hybrids? How is that possible?" Su Enxi was so shocked that she almost jumped up, and the potato chips in her hand fell to the ground: "Having AIDS can actually have benefits?"

"Benefits?" The boss shook his head slightly. "For ordinary people, AIDS is naturally fatal, but for those behind-the-scenes forces, AIDS has become a perfect carrier. The HIV virus attacks the human immune system and causes immune deficiency, which actually creates an ideal environment for their experiments without the need for matching."

"No need for matching?" Su Enxi seemed to be thinking about something, but still found it hard to believe: "Just because of this?"

"Yes." The boss continued to explain, "In normal organ transplantation surgery, matching is a crucial step, because different blood types and tissue types may cause serious rejection reactions."

"But the immune system of AIDS patients is extremely weak, and they will hardly reject the transplanted organs. In this way, they can transplant the bone marrow of high-level hybrid cloned embryos into AIDS patients without worrying about matching issues."

"For example, in the transplantation of bone marrow hematopoietic stem cells, the probability of successful matching is usually between tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of one, while AIDS patients can accept almost any matching bone marrow. In addition, cloned organs with specific genes knocked out can reduce the possibility of rejection reactions to a minimum."

"This..." Su Enxi's eyes widened. "It is said that Siegfried once used the fetal blood of a high-level ancient dragon to wash his body. Under the 'dragon blood baptism', his bloodline was advanced... But what dragon fetal blood can do, can the fetal blood of a hybrid also do?"

“It’s not fetal blood, but specially cultured bone marrow hematopoietic stem cells.”

The boss continued to explain, "After transplanting the bone marrow of high-level hybrids, the blood systems of these AIDS patients will be completely replaced. With 'dragon blood' flowing through their veins, they will evolve into acquired high-level hybrids with defects."

"Defects?" Su Enxi asked.

"Yes, there are side effects." The boss's voice was a little deeper. "This evolution is not perfect. After all, they have only reached the standard of high-level hybrids in terms of blood. Although they have restored a certain degree of immunity, other parts of the body have not had time to catch up. If they were not in the juvenile growth period, the degree of improvement would be limited."

"Typically, their blood thickens and their blood pressure rises dramatically, which can easily lead to blood clots. But interestingly, some of them may also have hemophilia, and because of the clotting disorder, this side effect may be offset."

The blood is too viscous, and the boiling of dragon blood will produce high temperature and high pressure. This is one of the rare disadvantages of mixed-bloods compared to ordinary people, or it is a price that must be paid. As a result, many elderly mixed-bloods with high bloodlines suffer from cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and their organs slowly fail.

Kuaishou Han Gao is one example. He did not exercise enough when he was old, which led to problems such as arteriosclerosis. However, he was cured by Zhao Qing who passed by.

According to examinations using modern imaging technology, many ancient Egyptian mummies suffered from such diseases during their lifetime. The identities of these ancient corpses were all royal aristocrats, proving that ancient Egypt was a country ruled by high-level mixed-race people at that time.

"Adding insult to injury? Mass production of hybrids requires so many restrictions." Su Enxi was stunned. She had never thought that such a complicated biological experiment would be carried out in secret. "Besides this, there should be other flaws, right?"

"That's right." The boss added, "Since their brain tissue has not evolved, the mental strength of these acquired hybrids is far inferior to that of normal descendants. Not only is the power of their words low, but the probability of them falling out of control is also high. They will most likely lose consciousness irreversibly and eventually become monsters that only know how to kill."

"Deadpool? This is simply..." Su Enxi's voice trembled: "Why would they do this?"

"To explore the unknown, for power." The boss' voice was full of emotion: "There are always people in this world who want to go further, and for this reason they strictly adhere to the principle of cannibalism... even if the price is destruction."

"For those behind the scenes, they never care about these side effects, because they only need to lower the cost of these experimental subjects and make them show strong power in a short period of time, and use them as disposable biological weapons."

Su Enxi took a deep breath. She realized the huge risk behind this: "So, what will be the fate of these experimental subjects..."

"They are just pawns, pawns sacrificed by the forces behind the scenes in order to explore new powers."

The boss' tone revealed a bit of helplessness, "In this game, no one is the real winner. Whether it is the secret party, the dragons, or the ordinary people who are used as experimental subjects, they are just pawns on the board."

Su Enxi was silent for a long time. She looked out the window, the firelight reflected on her face, her expression was complicated and difficult to understand: "Do we need to continue investigating this incident? I have already transferred hundreds of people, all on standby in London."

"Very good." There was a hint of appreciation in the boss' voice. "You have always been my most capable assistant. However, you have to be careful. The power of those behind-the-scenes forces is far beyond your imagination. There is no need to confront them head-on. It is best to seek help from others."

"Have you found the powerful factor that disrupts the world line?" Su Enxi thought to herself, "Boss, do you have any clues about this new force? They should be in London, right? How can we contact them?"

"Now pick up a telescope and stare at the scene outside the window in the direction of the church, and maybe you will understand." The boss hung up the phone.

Telescope? Su Enxi put down her phone and scanned the room for a few times, but couldn't find it at first. Suddenly, she noticed a spare AW50 sniper rifle left by her companion Jiude Mai in the corner, so she went over to remove the scope, held it in her hand and looked into the distance.

She adjusted the focus, and the collapsed church in the distance gradually became clearer in her sight. There were ruins everywhere, leaning spires, broken walls, and the rain and fog were still hazy, but they could not hide the traces of the fierce battle.

Many wounded soldiers were struggling to flee. Their clothes were torn, their faces were covered in dust and blood, and they were filled with fear and exhaustion. The attacks of the foreign hybrids were still fierce, and people kept falling down.

But at this moment, the low clouds seemed to be shaken by some force and trembled slightly. Then, a piece of tiny ice crystals fell obliquely, intertwined with the rain, and it was difficult to distinguish them, just like a sudden snow and hail.

A portion of the ice crystals directly hit the alien hybrid, killing it on the spot and shattering its body into countless tiny ice chips; while another portion of the ice crystals turned into gel, gently falling and covering the wounds of the wounded, quickly stopping their bleeding.

Su Enxi's pupils shrank slightly, and she felt the powerful power contained in these ice crystals. This was not a simple natural phenomenon, but a mysterious force controlling everything.

She remembered what her boss had said and had some guesses in her mind, so she put down the scope and made another call.

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At the same time, in the reception room, Zhao Qing heard Shi Yi Guang's idea of ​​rescuing innocent wounded people. His heart moved slightly, and he broke away from the state of concentrating on remotely controlling the Xuanbing Jingyun platform, and told her through voice transmission: Don't worry, I'm actually saving them.

There may be some evil guys in the upper echelons of the secret party, but as far as the executive department specialists are concerned, even if they are some young people who come here to gild their resumes, most of the missions they are assigned are to eliminate dragon-related dangers and do good to the people, so they should be saved if possible.

So that's it! Shi Yiguang smiled faintly, trusting Zhao Qing's arrangement very much, and quickly sent a voice message back. After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and opened his phone, and sure enough, he saw the prepared response plan that had just been sent out:

Go over with the secret party to investigate and take the opportunity to sign an agreement on military support... "The gray fog at the elevator looks like the entrance to the Nibelungen."

After glancing twice, she looked up and calmly pointed out this important information: "Legend has it that London was threatened by the first generation of dragon kings in the early 15th century, and it is very likely that a lost Nibelung was left behind. Perhaps this is the passage connecting the fictional space and reality?"

"Nibelungen, also known as Niflheim, is also called the 'Land of Mist' and the 'Land of Death' in Norse mythology. Presumably, mist is an important feature of Nibelungen. This may be the first time that the modern secret party has confirmed the existence of Nibelungen, although it was in the form of the accidental loss of hundreds of commissioners."

Angers looked at Shi Yiguang and felt as if he had some impression of him, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't quite remember where. "Legend has it that those who can enter the Nibelungen are chosen by dragons. So it seems that the attackers may have reached some degree of cooperation with the dragons."

This was a simple mental interference imposed by Zhao Qing, which produced a face-blindness effect similar to that in the vampire club, or Gestalt collapse, making it impossible for outsiders to fully identify the identity of Shi Yi Guang, who was once judged to be a dragon.

"They probably set up an ambush in the Land of the Dead, waiting for the commissioners to fall into their trap."

Mr. Turing's face looked a little grim. "But the most important thing is that the other party seems to have mastered our intelligence and chose to launch the attack at the peak of oil futures trading. Otherwise, the London branch would never be completely powerless to fight back."

"Trying to force a large group of people into Nibelungen looks like they are going to hold a black magic ritual. The most likely scenario is a blood sacrifice. For example, they are going to feed a batch of hybrids to the ancient dragons to speed up their hatching process, or they are doing it to repair the space of Nibelungen..."

Elizabeth, who was standing beside him, privately read the information provided by her own staff. "No force would suddenly launch an attack on the secret party for no reason, exposing and consuming a large number of high-level hybrids with hidden identities. The enemy must have their own purpose."

So what is the purpose? Is it to target the secret party, or is there another goal?
Zhao Qing was thoughtful and thought that this might be a strategy to lure the enemy deep into his territory, and that they wanted to use the terrain advantage of Nibelungen to concentrate their forces to destroy him. After all, this kind of thing should not happen under normal timelines. In other words, the enemy might have come up with this conspiracy because of his influence.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the enemy is using the local Lost Nibelung to strengthen their power, try to obtain the resources therein, and pull out a legion of dead pools or even dragons from it to launch a fierce attack outside.

Considering that there are many large mixed-race organizations in the UK, different forces have their own plans, and one move can affect the whole body. The relationship behind this recent series of events is probably quite complicated.

It is worth mentioning that the London branch is ostensibly an outsourcing company of MI5, mainly providing information technology support. There are also a large number of temporary employees of MI5. If it were attacked by a terrorist, it would obviously cause the British government to take action.

She pondered silently in her heart, her spirit solemn, and remotely sensed two flickering points of light in the distance.

That was the mental imprint Zhao Qing left behind when he met the executive department specialist at the club. He had intended to use it to locate the London branch, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this moment.

Dragon 2BJ Metro Nibelungen, Su Enxi and Jiude Mai can see the situation inside it through circuit monitoring. This sword imprint that has just been separated can naturally do similar things.

It also shows that the Nibelungen here is not in a state of deep idleness.

"By the way, I remember you sent me an email earlier. What was the content? Is there anything important to discuss?"

While Zhao Qing was sensing silently, Angé seemed to suddenly think of something. Considering that the secret party would find it difficult to mobilize enough forces in a short period of time and urgently needed support, he started talking to her.

Obviously, he didn't pay any attention to the spiritual cultivation paper sent by Zhao Qing, probably because he was too busy recently. However, Finkel's unreliability undoubtedly played a role in this.

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At the same time, in the elevator, which for some reason had an extremely large capacity and could accommodate hundreds of traders, the metal walls of the car reflected a cold luster under the dim light.

The cable made a squeaking sound as it rubbed against the pulley at the top of the elevator. Thousands of meters of cable hung down, winding above the clouds, as if connecting the real world with the unknown world.

As the elevator slowly descended, the light around it became dimmer, as if it was covered by a thick fog. The specialists' heartbeats accelerated involuntarily, and they tightly grasped the only equipment in their hands, guessing where the elevator's end point would be.

Suddenly, the elevator door disappeared inexplicably at the moment of passing through the clouds, and the entire elevator seemed to have turned into an old-fashioned Paternoster doorless elevator. The inner wall of the car became rusty and mottled, as if it had been eroded by thousands of years.

The people in the elevator exchanged glances in surprise, not knowing what this sudden change meant. They could only try to stay together in the cold wind and air blowing in from the altitude to avoid any accidents.

Through the original portal, the clouds outside gradually became thinner, and the scenery below gradually became clearer. When the elevator passed through the last layer of thin clouds, a desolate dock came into view.

The commissioners' hearts sank suddenly. The scene here was quite similar to the London they knew, yet completely different.

In the residential area of ​​the dock, the old buildings are scattered in an orderly manner, with tall chimneys, exquisite brick exterior walls and beautifully carved doors and windows, all of which tell of the prosperity and splendor of that era. The style of London in the late 19th century is preserved here, but it has been changed by ice and snow.

Icicles hung from the eaves and windows, flashing cold light. The entire pier seemed to have been frozen for a long time, and time had frozen here, forming a quiet and desolate picture.

When the elevator slowly landed, the specialists walked out one after another. The cobblestone road under their feet had become slippery, and they had to be careful with every step.

They looked around and saw ships quietly anchored on the frozen river in the distance. The flags on the masts had long since frozen into ice, losing their former colors.

There was no one on the pier, only the occasional falling snowflakes and the whistling cold wind made people feel the dead silence and coldness here.

One of the ships caught people's attention. Someone recognized it - the Warrior ironclad ship built in 1861. This once majestic warship now lies quietly on the frozen river, with the iron armor on the hull covered with ice and snow, looking particularly desolate.

"Is this...really London?" a young commissioner asked in a trembling voice, "Where on earth are we?"

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