"I am useful to you, not just this spaceship, I have almost the entire world's knowledge in my memory bank, you will be my master from now on!

"master

Masuya......"

Tang and Song smoked cigars and listened to David calling himself master in more than a dozen languages.

"хозяин..." After saying the master in Russian, David said an obscure syllable...

"Zhi Nao, turn on..."

Click... Before David could finish speaking the language of the engineer clan, a cane hit his heavenly spirit directly.

The spine, which could withstand a thousand pounds of weight, was directly broken, and David's entire head was directly sunk into the chest cavity under the huge force.

"Damn it for being naughty!"

Tang Song took back his cane and glanced coldly at David's headless body.

"Master! How will he deal with it?"

Amelia held Tang Song's arm, and her eyes under the veil looked at the gene modulation cabin that was still running.

Tang Song looked at the genetic modulation cabin and rubbed the head of the cane.

"Since we are an employer, we must finish our work from beginning to end! Your boss and my reputation are still valuable!"

Tang Song pinched Amelia's face and teased her.

……………

"Boom!"

The huge muffled sound was like muffled thunder, accompanied by smoke and dust rising into the sky, and spread for more than ten miles.

The three icebreakers used full power to sail far away from the sea to avoid the volcanic ash rising into the sky.

On the deck of the scientific research vessel, Charles Wieland, who looked to be in his forties, held onto the railing and looked at the volcanic ash spewing out in the distance with some pity.

If it hadn't been for a sudden volcanic eruption, an alien spacecraft would have made Wieland Industries one of the world's top industrial groups.

"What a pity!"

Charles Wilander touched his face, which looked decades younger, but fortunately, the genetic modulation he dreamed of finally succeeded.

Looking at the smooth skin on his hands, Charles Wieland thanked West from the bottom of his heart.

If West hadn't insisted on letting Tang come over to help, let alone genetic modulation, he might have been buried in the spaceship.

"After we go back, it's time to hurry up on the recommendation of the Holy Shield Brotherhood!"

What Charles Wieland didn't notice was that in the depths of his eyes, an invisible golden light was flickering, which was faintly composed of countless tiny swastika lotus flowers.

These golden lights exude peaceful emotions all the time, affecting Charles Wilander's judgment and subtly changing his perception of someone.

Eventually making him take the shape of someone.

……………

In the hinterland of Antarctica, there are some faint steel structures on the huge icebergs.

There was waist-deep snow, and several snowmobiles were speeding on the ice.

When the snowmobile arrives in front of the glacier, the thick frozen gate rises directly, revealing the huge space inside.

Several snowmobiles drove directly in.

After parking the car, several riders patted the falling snow on their bodies, and a man wearing a cotton coat and an ear protection hat walked over, rubbing his hands.

"Hey Henry, do you know what this vibration is about?"

The bearded man named Henry took off his snow-proof cloak and picked up a dry rag on the side to wipe his car.

In an environment like Antarctica, a snowmobile is far more important than a Hummer.

"Same as monitored by the monitoring department, the seafloor vibrations caused by the underground volcanic eruption, but in terms of distance and vibration intensity, will not have much impact on Target Zero!"

"That's good! If there is a big earthquake and the iceberg of Frozen Zero breaks into pieces, I don't think we can fly over its big wings!"

The man joked to himself half-jokingly: "But even if it thaws from the ice, it may not be able to see us. Compared with it, we are too small!"

"Melon seeds are very small, and I haven't seen you eat less!" Henry wiped the snow from the tires and glared at the hooded man angrily.

"Come here and help. I think Zero wouldn't mind eating some melon seeds to satisfy his craving after getting out of trouble. He can take good care of my baby for me. If something goes wrong, we can run faster!"

"If it weren't for the extra two hundred thousand dollars a year, I wouldn't come to this hellish place. The temperature is minus 40 degrees Celsius, and there isn't even an entertainment venue in this hellish place. I really miss the bars and the strippers!"

The hooded man wiped the snowmobile with a rag and grumbled.

"Just bear with it a little longer! In two years, we can change our duties and return to the interior!"

Henry looked around and saw that no one was around, took out a small flat wine bottle from his cotton coat, unscrewed the lid, and poured two sips into his mouth.

Sihasha…

The highly alcoholic drink entered his throat, burning like a line of fire. Henry couldn't help but suck in the cold air.

"By the way! Don't you need to go back to the monitoring department to check on the situation?"

"I've finished my radio report on the way back!" Henry enjoyed the warmth and drunken feeling brought by the drink.

In a daze, he seemed to see a figure walking in front of him, and he seemed to turn back and smile at him.

Huh? Henry rubbed his eyes. In the parking lot in front of him, except for a few of his colleagues and dozens of snowmobiles, there was no one there.

This wine is good and has great staying power!

Henry took out the wine bottle, touched it with satisfaction, and secretly drank two more sips.

Soldiers wearing cotton-padded clothes and holding assault rifles can be seen everywhere in the heavily guarded base.

There are no epaulettes or any representative markings, but judging from their behavior and clean steps, these people are all veterans with at least five years of military service.

The base is built from top to bottom, and the security becomes stricter with each floor. The elevators have special iris scanners and identification cards.

The elevator entrance on each floor is guarded by at least four armed guards with real guns and loaded ammunition.

Even if the director of the base wants to enter the lowest level, he must go through at least five security checks.

"Beep!"

After identifying his iris, fingerprints, and swiping his ID card, Lance, who is over fifty, finally reached the bottom of the base.

The two closed cabins slowly opened, and Lance walked out of the elevator accompanied by two guards.

A shadow that looked like lines followed the three of them majestically, with hands behind its back, as if visiting, looking left and right from time to time...
Chapter completed!