by Chen Ran
When he looked through the tempered glass at Lea, who was covered in an additional ball of tissue, he was both furious and sad.
"However, it's not impossible to save her."
"You have a way?" Hearing Victor's words, Zero's eyes lit up.
Victor spread out his hands and said, "Listen, this isn't necessarily a 100% success rate. However, your wife, due to the invasion of some kind of cell, the activity of the blood cells in her body is very high. I have already extracted three tubes of blood like this. If the conditions allow, I can extract enough genetic information from these blood to clone the other Lea for you. "
"Cloning? You mean clone technology? " In the old days, this was not a foreign word. But in the limited memories, the cloning techniques of the old era were not widely used in humans. He never thought that after Cataclysm Day, this technique would develop and develop.
Victor nodded: "That's right, clone. This technique was now very well-developed, and many nobles would use it to maintain their own lives. However, although it was rare to see a complete clone in vivo, it was not impossible to do so. However, I do not have the necessary equipment here. Of course, it seems like you do not have the funds to start this technology. "
Zero took a deep breath and asked, "According to your calculations, how much money would be needed to carry out this project?"
"I can't do it alone. At the very least, I'll need the help of experts in human body structure and genetics. In addition, I'll also need the money to buy equipment and materials. The most conservative estimate is that it will cost around ten million. " Victor laughed, the doctor did not think that this number was affordable.
"What if we deduct the equipment and materials?" Zero asked seriously.
Victor immediately gave an answer: "That would require at least eight million, but the fact is, the equipment and materials are trivial, what we need more is just experiments. Before we completely clone Lea, there should be a lot of failed products, these are the ones that eat money. "
"I understand, how long can Lea's blood sustain activity for?"
"Three years, probably." Victor calculated with his fingers.
Three years, at least eight million yuan. Of course, start-up funds don't have to be so fast, but at least half of that amount should be used as a basic guarantee for the operation of the project. Now, Zero had less than ten thousand in his credit card.
Looking at the serious expression on Lun Yi's face, Victor frowned and said, "Don't tell me you're planning on making such a huge sum of money within three years?"
"If Kaelyn also has the possibility of rebirth, I think you will seriously consider all kinds of possibilities like me."
"Well, I admit it. But how are you going to get so much money? "
"I don't know." "However, I think we should find someone to borrow some money first."
"Who would be so generous?" Victor did not believe that there was anyone willing to lend him zero.
"They can't do that." "Do you know of any way to obtain information about the Parkland's valve?"
Victor had also heard of this large company: "I heard that they are located in the north of their headquarters. But for specific information, I think Masters would sell it."
Zero nodded. Soren's figure swept past his mind.
North? Even if you are on the other side of the world, I will still find you!
Chapter 77 - White-headed Eagle
"A strong opponent is not scary. What is scary is the cowardice that you don't dare to face in a challenge!" — — White-headed Eagle Lange
In a combat training room equipped with equipment from the new era, a man with short golden hair was constantly punching the puppet with a fist wrapped in red flame. A puppet made of high strength resin armor had good resistance, and even the flame on its fist was unable to cause the golem to show any traces of scorching. Even though the temperature of the scarlet flame on the man's hand had already reached six hundred degrees Celsius.
Six hundred degrees of heat, that was the sign that Su was proficient in level three fire elemental energy. And the man who was swinging his fist, was Soren.
Using all of his strength, he gave the golem one last strike. The flames on his fist dissipated and Soren's entire body reclined on the alloy floor.
This was an underground fighting training room set up by the Parkland family's base camp. At this time, Soren should be staying in the Dark Council to receive training for his Blood Cavalry's advancement. The reason he stayed at home was because he had suffered a three month suspension penalty due to Soren failing his previous mission.
Lea's blood sample had already been brought back to the Dark Council, and the three tube samples were immediately received by the Council's Academy of Sciences and studied. But just as Soren had thought before, he should have brought back Lea, the living specimen of the disordered person. Because of Lea's death, the upper echelons of the Blood Cavalry thought that Soren had not handled the mission properly, and thus deemed it a failure.
Therefore, Soren appearing in the clan now meant that he was on leave, but in reality, it was a disguised punishment, Soren knew this better than anyone else. During the three months he was on leave, the competitors in the Blood Cavalry could make use of this time to rise to power. This would lead to a series of unpredictable consequences. What was certain was that, not only was Soren's position in the Blood Knights shaken, his position in the clan was also shaken.
Thinking about it, Soren remembered that golden eye. If a zero hadn't appeared out of nowhere, how could he have ended up like this? But the image of Su Kuang was still deeply imprinted in Soren's mind, and before he could forget about him, Soren did not dare or wish to come into contact with him again.
However, just because Soren did not want to come into contact with Zero, did not mean that was willing to let him go. In fact, he already had a target. That person was Kabu's father, and was also a Sniper Specialist of the fifth step. Soren knew that when the other party found out that his son had died in Su Ling's hands, that person would definitely not let go of Su Ling.
Because that man had placed all his effort onto Kabu.
It was a pity that the man nicknamed White-headed Eagle had gone to a place far away from Little Elk Town after he retired. It was a long way from the redeveloped coastline after the Cataclysm, and it was inaccessible. Even if Soren had already sent out his followers two months ago, after calculating the time, his followers had only arrived at Elk Town two days ago.
And after hearing this news, in addition to using some special means of transportation, the White-headed Eagle would also need around ten days to be able to rush back. However, this was not important. As long as he could return, Soren believed that the time of Zero's death was not far away.
Thinking of this, Soren once again put on the light smile.
The Mainland China was very big. In the fifty years since the catastrophe, many lands were brought back into the arms of civilization with the development of the companies and nobles. According to incomplete statistics, there were at least a thousand human settlements and bases that existed in the form of civilizations in the Mainland China alone. However, these human settlements, big and small, only occupied a coastline from the east to the north of the continent.
On the other hand, from the continent to the east, nearly 80% of the areas were still unknown. That place was filled with darkness and danger. Even the Dark Council, the most powerful organization in the continent, the armed group had never planted a flag on the ground in the southwest before. There were too many unknown lives there, too many ruins that were shrouded in savage darkness, the light of civilization had not yet touched this forbidden land of life.
Therefore, the Southwest Land was an adventure for all sorts of Rankers. Some people brought priceless species or resources back to this mysterious land. Most of them were killed by the undiscovered mutated beasts that roamed this land, becoming a meal in their stomachs. Only a pile of bones remained on this desolate la
nd. Sometimes, there weren't even any corpses.
Even so, there were still more people rushing towards this unknown domain. Just by looking at the Dark Council's various companies' networks, there were already hundreds of related missions. Whether it was Dark Council or the other corporate powers, their upper echelons were all eager to spread the secret of this land. To them, the unknown meant that a large amount of resources had yet to be discovered. This was a tremendous amount of wealth.
Elk Town.
This was a small town at the edge of Southwest Land. It was rumored that before the catastrophe, this small town was surrounded by fertile forest resources, and there were a large number of elk reproducing in this small town. The townspeople lived off the domestication of the elk, which was why it was called Elk Town.
However, after the Cataclysm, the elk either died or mutated into a ferocious species. A large part of the forest was replaced by sand and rocks, and the huge wounds on the ground naturally separated the little town from the mysterious Southwest Land. Until twenty years ago, a major from the Knight of Blood led a thousand of his soldiers to the small town and set up the Elk Town as the bridgehead for the Southwest Land.
With the small town as the stronghold, the Dark Council's power source entered the Southwest Land. Just in the last ten years, the Knight of Blood had already invested one general, five Major Generals, more than ten Major s and hundreds of Blood Knights. For the rest of the region that has been developed, this force has been sufficient to destroy all known chauffeurs and settlements along the entire coastline. However, throwing it into the development of the Southwest Land was like falling into a stone into the ocean.
It was as if they had disappeared, never to return to Elk.
Thus, the Dark Council changed his policy and opened the Elk Town to the rest of the people on the continent. Whether it was an individual or an organization, as long as they paid a certain amount of fees, they would be able to enter Elk Town to replenish their resources. However, all the adventurers who wanted to enter the Southwest Land had to acquiesce to a contract that did not exist on any paper media, which meant that they had to fulfill their duty of drawing maps for the Dark Council.
From the moment they stepped into Elk Town, no matter what status they had, the adventurers had always tacitly agreed that this contract was reasonable. If you don't, it's not as simple as slapping your ass out of town. No matter if it was an individual or an organization, they would be met with the Dark Council's terrifying revenge.
Two years before it began, the contract had established itself as irrefutable with the blood of hundreds of Adepts. Thus, at this point, no one was stupid enough to challenge the authority and martial power of the Dark Council.
As long as there were adventurers, there would definitely be a tavern. This was almost common sense, and Elk Town was no exception. The only tavern in the town, "Dragon and Beauty", was opened by the Dark Council. The price of the wine and services here was more than ten times more than what the other taverns in the continent charged. If not for the fact that the tavern was opened by the Dark Council and there was a Blood Cavalry Captain stationed there all year round, the tavern would have been wrecked by angry adventurers.
Now, the adventurers naturally had to quietly endure the exploitation by the council. Of course, coming to the tavern to drink and have fun was voluntary, the Dark Council would not force you to consume it even if you had a knife on your neck. However, there were very few adventurers who didn't like alcohol. Even though the people in the tavern were poor quality goods that were mixed with alcohol, there were still some adventurers who didn't get tired of it.
And even if you don't like drinking, it's undeniable that pubs are an important place to gather information. You don't have to drink, but you don't want information. Entering the Southwest Land without any intelligence was like stripping naked while walking beside a fierce beast. No one would be willing to do that.
The sources of information were, first, exchange, and second, purchase. There were adventurers who sold information, but only the owner of the tavern, the Dark Council, could sell the most accurate and valuable information. Of course, you don't need to count on being able to buy intelligence information that is above level 3 in the tavern. Those are all secret information of the Dark Council, and even if you have money, you can't buy it.
But recently, an adventurer had been peddling all kinds of intelligence reports in a tavern. Although this information was not enough to contain the information that the Dark Council did not sell, it was still much more valuable than the information that other adventurers or the tavern itself sold. There were already many adventurers who bought valuable information from the man, bringing it back several times more valuable than the information itself, and then happily left Elk Town.
In the eyes of the adventurers, they were all lucky people. Perhaps they might encounter other adventurers along the way, but as long as they returned to the base that was protected by the basic rules, they would be able to live without worries for the rest of their lives.
As a result, more and more people were queuing up with money in their hands to purchase information from this adventurer. This person's name also appeared on the Blood-Rider Captain's tactical plate computer in the tavern.
This man's name was Lan Qi, and he had the nickname of White-headed Eagle. His ability was a Level 5 Sniper Specialist, but in his previous life, he had served the, a tycoon on on the edge of the Dark Council. It was only five years ago that he finally left Parkland's valve and came there to adventure by himself. In the past five years, he had only a few records of entering and leaving Elk Town, and it wasn't until a month ago that he began to sell all sorts of information.
The captain of the Knight of Blood looked at the black man with silver hair and beard on the tactical plate. An adventurer who sold information was not worth his time, and the captain wondered how long he would have to stay in this godforsaken place before he could be transferred back to the Blood Cavalry.
The Elk Town was indeed an important stronghold for the Dark Council. Even if the Blood Cavalry that was assigned here didn't accomplish anything, they would still contribute according to the time they had spent in the stronghold in order to raise their position. However, that was only for the Blood Knights of the combat system. He was left in a semi-retired position, like the captain, and when he returned he was still just a captain. Even with the extra contribution points, it was still far from enough for him to be promoted to a major.
While the captain was worrying about his future, the White-headed Eagle appeared in the tavern again. However, this was the last time he'd appeared in a tavern. Because in the near future, he would receive a message that he had to leave Elk Town.
Chapter 78 - Killing intent
Lange was fifty years old, and he was black. Because he was born with white hair and a white beard, he was nicknamed the "White-headed Eagle". But the nickname referred not only to his appearance, but also to his eagle-sharp eyes. Other than the accuracy of the hundred percent, Lan Qi had an almost innate sharp perception of the unknown. This was also the reason why he was able to roam the Southwest Land for nearly five years without turning into a monster's food.
Lan Qi's ability was a fifth step sniper's specialty. In the eyes of ordinary Adepts and organizations, he could just barely be considered an expert. But in Elk Town, where adventurers were on average at the seventh stage, Lan Qi was pitifully weak. But many of those stronger than him had died, while the White-headed Eagle was still alive. Lan Qi naturally had his own way of life. That was, he didn't have to do anything beyond his own ability.
Over the past five years, his figure had appeared at the borders of the Southwest Land. This area took up tens of thousands of square kilometers, it had already become the buffer zone between Elk Town and Southwest Land. Although most of the maps of this gray area are well-known to adventurers, many of the species and resources are not valued by adventurers. In their hearts, they had long
since determined that a huge fortune could only be discovered from deeper and more unknown lands.
The White-headed Eagle, on the other hand, locked its eyes onto this gray belt. He was very clear about his own abilities, even surviving in this gray belt was already rather difficult, not to mention those unrecognized areas. In the past five years, Lange had discovered a lot of valuable information in this gray belt, but he was very clear on the fact that he couldn't bring these precious resources out of Elk Town by himself.
So he chose another way to make money, and that was to sell the information in the tavern. It turned out that he had done the right thing. The gray zone was much safer than the unknown, even though the information provided by Lange did not give him the resources he would occasionally bring back from the unknown. However, the unknown region's resources were scarce, and the danger was too great. As a result, Lan Qi's information had become extremely popular.
Just the cost of this half a month's worth of information had already brought Lan Qi's savings up to seven digits. This money was not something that Lan Qi had prepared for himself. The retirement fees that Parkland's valve had paid for him was enough for him to live the rest of his life happily. White-headed Eagle still worked hard to earn money after retiring, but it was for his son Kabu.
However, his son Kabu had already displayed a rare talent in the area of perceptual domain at such a young age, and now, he had already become the first successor of the Parkland's valve, Soren's Tracing Specialist. Without a doubt, Kabu's future would be even greater than Lan Qi's. Every single cent that the White-headed Eagle painstakingly earned in the Southwest Land would be given to Kabu to use as the fee to raise their own ability's formula.
He poured all his effort into his son.
Lan Qi was already preparing to leave Elk Town. The valuable information had already been sold out, so he no longer had any reason to stay in this town. Today, after selling off the last piece of information, the White-headed Eagle ordered a bottle of whiskey as a way to send him off.
