Therapy Planet No. 13

Locke hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

At this moment, in the laboratory, Boyd sat on the only "clean" chair, stared at the queen's egg on the pillar and asked, "How long will it take to produce results?"

Locke scratched his hair irritably, and his eyelids were blue and black: "You must know that it takes a little—no, it takes a long time to provoke a direction that was abandoned by the entire scientific research community thousands of years ago. "

"If you can't do it, I don't mind freezing all your permissions."

Boyd was unmoved.

The situation was beyond his expectations.

The Star Alliance adopts a voting system. Although Lucas lost to him in the referendum, the battle started as scheduled.

But what worried him was Lucas's actions - not even "behind the scenes", but got in touch with Joshua of the Federation aboveboard.

Even if he has almost full control of the military, Lucas has been in the alliance for so many years. No matter what he does, he can't get rid of the shadow of "assistant" for a while.

Therefore, Boyd knew very well that although the people below had a hot fight with the Federation on the surface, they were more or less reserved and did not use their full strength.

Fortunately, although the Federation was well-positioned and dispatched Armie to support the new army, the doves represented by Joshua did not seem to launch a general attack.

After all, Joshua started out as a logistics and transportation businessman. No matter how Rhode insisted on going his own way, he had to use transportation to march and fight. In the end, it still depends on Joshua's face.

In this way, neither side has resorted to a full-scale attrition war that Rhodes can afford, and the alliance's troops can temporarily afford it. Joshua and Lucas are also happy to see it, after all, they have enough time to negotiate and weigh.

But the only one who can't afford it is Boyd.

He could sense that a group of people in the league had begun to criticize him.

They didn't know Lucas' attitude, they just thought that Lucas was unwilling to come forward in person and pushed him out on the battlefield.

Now the call for Lucas to be the head coach in the league is getting louder and louder at the grassroots level, and everyone is eager for a grand victory to show their sense of existence and justice.

Boyd's face darkened.

He finally understood why Lucas didn't argue in the referendum at the beginning. It turned out to be waiting for him here.

Those who follow Boyd are bound to agree with his philosophy, and wish to turn the Federation upside down immediately, but if Boyd fails to meet their requirements, this group of people will change hands soon.

Even if Lucas didn't have to do it himself, Boyd's usurped power would vanish.

Boyd punched the armrest: this bunch of weeds!

"It's no use threatening me."

Locke yawned lazily—he hadn't slept for forty-nine hours in a row, and now he really doesn't have the energy to play the boring boss and subordinate office politics.

"In the entire universe, apart from Sanxingdui, you can't find a second person who is more familiar with these things than me."

Although extremely tired, his voice was full of conceit: "Replace me, that group of garbage will only drag on for longer."

Boyd took a deep breath, fighting back his rage.

He knew that what Locke said was the truth, and he just wanted to beat it, but he didn't expect that Locke would not eat this set at all.

"Give me some time." After a long time, he said.

Locke stretched out his index finger and flicked the queen's egg: "Give me another month..."

"A week."

Boyd gave the death order directly, "Give you another week, no matter how you progress, the queen will hatch."

"This is impossible!"

Locke slapped the table angrily: "The compiled program is not stable at all. If the hatched queen is a queen who doesn't know anything, we can still fool, but if the stability cannot be guaranteed, we don't know this at all. What hatches will be a monster with something in his head!"

Boyd wanted the Queen to be at his disposal, so that he could quickly acquire a strong army of his own.

But the problem is that the brainwashing queen not only has to fight against the inherent inheritance of the Zerg, but also controls the input instructions to accurately occupy the queen's mind.

To give a simple example, if the queen is still an egg and the instruction "Don't kill" is entered, but because of the immaturity of the mental network and pheromone control, maybe after hatching, the instruction will become " Indiscriminate killing."

This result is even worse than that of a king bug that hatches naturally without knowing anything!

"Three days."

Boyd looked at Locke coldly: "The Federation will hold the second combat meeting in three days, and Joshua will definitely bring Lucas' latest plan to fight for a truce."

"None of my business."

Locke rolled his eyes and muttered.

Although he said so, but he was very clear in his heart.

Boyd relied on the "surprise attack" during the meeting to stabilize the military.

"You haven't even bargained for three days." Boyd didn't make any detours. "You know, without me, no one will provide you with such a superior research environment."

"One week is only one week, but I have to know the progress of Sanxingdui. If you can't get it, then find a way to get me an identity, and I'll go in in person - don't tell me that it can't be done, I know you disgusting people There is eyeliner everywhere, so it shouldn't be difficult to get a temporary work permit, right?"

After that, without waiting for Boyd to answer or not, Locke directly issued an expulsion order, picked up a nutritional supplement on the table, and pushed Boyd away halfway.

"It's the first time I've heard that doing this kind of research needs to be avoided."

Locke tapped a button on the wall, and a single folding bed slowly broke out from the wall.

He sneered: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep, do you want to appreciate it?"

Boyd: "…"

He slammed the door shut with a livid face, not bothering to deal with this perverted neuropathy.

Locke went to bed, but before he lay down, he watched Boyd get far away, and then slowly got off the bed again, saying: "I don't know what kind of wind is blowing today, all of them have no eyes. Come to the door."

He Fangbin's voice came from the air - it came from the encrypted communicator.

"Don't say that, but as soon as I tell the situation, you take the initiative to participate."

Just when He Wenbin came to ask Locke last time and proposed to find the Dawn plan, he also brought an encrypted communication device modified by Jessica, which can not only bypass the communication line of the Freedom Alliance, but also emit special electromagnetic waves. Interfere with the monitoring in the laboratory, and make their conversation sound similar to the sizzling electric current after a slight breakage of the circuit.

"Heh." Locke sneered, "That stinky brat at Dawn is fine, and he has solved the problems that have plagued several adults for so long."

He said coldly, "I advise you to not lie to me, otherwise—"

"If you don't believe it, you can witness it with your own eyes."

He Xiangbin said firmly, "It's just that you can sneak into the morgue at that time or not, that's up to you."

"Did you not have ears just now?" Locke sneered, "I'm afraid even you can't find the threshold to sneak in, so you came to me?"

"No no no, this is something that only you can do."

He Xiangbin corrected: "After all, I don't have the skills to hold a scalpel."

Locke didn't speak, he took off his white coat, rubbed his temples and sighed: "Do I need to bring anything?"

"Well, if possible, please bring Mrs. Searle's brain."

"What?" Locke thought that he didn't hear it clearly, and his unbuttoning hand shook.

"Eight years old, don't get your age wrong."

He Fangbin ignored it and hung up the communication: "It's better to be fresh."

Locke: "…"

He listened to a series of electrical sounds coming from his ears, stared at the communicator for a long time, and out of the corner of his eyes glanced at the countless brains in the laboratory that were bumped into the petri dishes - there are all kinds of animals, and there are also a few characteristics Human, but not Mrs. Searle.

He was silent for a long time, and suddenly cursed: "Fuck!"

***

Probably because he didn't sleep well the night before, Lu Yi opened his eyes on time at 4:30 in the morning.

Since she voluntarily or forced to share the bed with Angel, she has not experienced such an experience for a long time.

She lay on the bed for a long time, her spirit was sober, but her body was stubbornly stuck on the bed and did not want to get up.

"What's wrong?"

Angel turned over, noticed Lu Yi's movement, put his hands around her neck, and muttered, "Have you had a nightmare again?"

"No."

As soon as Lui opened his mouth, he found that his voice was terribly hoarse.

"Go to sleep~" Angel buried his head in Lui's neck, and said in a coquettish voice, "If you really can't sleep, I don't mind doing morning exercises with you."

Lui: "…"

She deliberately ignored Angel's words and stared at the ceiling above her head in a daze: "It's just that I always feel a little uneasy in my heart."

"Where, square, face, the~"

Angel's voice went back and forth, and every vibrato was brought to the side.

"do not know."

Lu Yi answered honestly.

"Maybe it's excitement." Angel raised his hand to hook up Lui's graceful jawline, and dropped a light kiss on it. He rolled over like a cat, and sat across Lui's waist, his gestures and gestures full of laziness.

"The bullets of speech are loaded, only to be ejected at dawn - you haven't been in a war like this before, have you?"

Her eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

"Excitement is justified."

"The bullet of thought is sometimes more terrifying than a laser gun."

She licked the tip of Lui's tongue, tensing up an ambiguous and dangerous string: "Are you afraid? Be careful, you will be attacked by the bullet of thought~"

"I dreamed of Marta."

Lu Yi turned his head away, avoiding Angel's scorching gaze.

Angel was stunned: "Is it the one you have always done?"

"No." Louie opened his eyes, imagining the scene in the dream, "I dreamed that I was in a white fog, and Marta was walking towards me."

Her voice was soft and seemed a little confused: "She asked me in a dream why I didn't go home - why I didn't want to stay with her forever."

"Silois has no home, and staying together forever is just an extravagant dream, unless you can gain immortality." Angel's tone was a little dangerous, "and you are mine."

Born to wander, do not know where to go. Like the seeds of a dandelion, the group floated in all directions, carrying the shared spirit of Silois.

Lui turned his head: "So I have a question."

Her eyes were pure and cold, pointing directly to the core of the problem: "If I kill you at this time, will I be able to gain endless life?"

"Remember that sentence? Silois, forever."

Silois, in the ancient ethnic language, means eternal life.

Give me the power of eternal life, give me the soul of immortality.

The author has something to say: Hmm... Let me review the settings of Silois, please go back and read Chapters 25, 52, 102, and 103;

Angel's Past: Chapter 53, Chapter 74, Chapter 109

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