Haynes picked up the bottle and poured green liquor into the two glasses, raising the glass and shaking it in the light, like a dealer appreciating antiques: "This is the best Green Goblin vermouth, a good wine of 89 degrees."
It can bring creative inspiration, it is the object in the cup that the wise are madly obsessed with, the master hallucinogenic liquid, without which there would be no Van Gogh's sunflowers, and even in the biblical apocalypse, it has its place.
Nowadays, many ignorant people like to make it into a cocktail in the bar, but I like to drink it cleanly.
In the past, I always thought that if any wine was mixed with something else, even if it got a better taste, it always deviated from its essence, leaving only a gorgeous appearance and a useless shell. ” He suddenly held up a finger, as if he was teaching his own students, "However, for the past few decades, I have been pondering why we have been unable to make a breakthrough in our great Godlight gene project, and even though I have looked through all the ancient Atlantis fragments, I still can't find a way to create the Destroyer.
Later I realized that I had always been imprisoned in my own way of thinking, always trying to use our Atlantean genes and Moria ancient human genes to extract better genes, but I forgot another thing. ” Smith shook his glass, looked at the green and jade-like liquid in the glass, raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"
Haines's eyes lit up, as ecstatic as Christopher Columbus first appeared in the Americas6: "Modern human beings have been multiplying on this earth since the time of our existence, but because they are ignorant and weak, we have always regarded them only as slaves, but we have forgotten the fact that after the Doomsday War, they are still tenaciously living on this earth, and multiplying more and more, and becoming the mainstream of this planet." ” Smith wondered, "What do you mean?"
Haynes drained the cup of absinthe and continued, "Sometimes, there may be something good about lowly creatures that we overlook, just as a small mistletoe can kill Badr, the god of light, and that's a very interesting thing.
When I despaired of the Godlight gene project, I accidentally thought about how the genes of the current Chinese were mixed with the genes of the Atlanteans and the Moriahs, and I could say that I saw the dawn of the success of the Godlight program from that experiment."
Under his wrinkled eyelids, a deep blue light shone brightly.
"Ah, forgive me for being preachy, but now it seems that I am beginning to miss my teaching career and think that I am still on the podium at the University of Munich."
Smith smiled elegantly and said politely, "No, I'm also interested in these things, and I won't object to you going on." ” Haines bowed slightly, as if to thank Smith for his tolerance: "The Chinese are a very resilient people, among the four major civilizations of the new era, they are the only one that has not been destroyed so far, I should have thought long ago that I had to use the Chinese genes for mixed transformation, as a result" Smith's eyes also began to light up: "It turned out to be a success" Haynes flattened his mouth and spread his hands regretfully: "It still failed."
However, it has been much more successful than mixing the Atlantean race genes with the Moriah ancient human genes, and I have searched for the reasons in many ways, and now the genes I use are not pure enough. ” At this, he suddenly became very happy, and pointed to the metal box that Smith had placed at his feet: "Come, my friend, please put it on the table." ” Smith stood up and placed the box on the table.
It is an alloy crate that is so strong that even if a C4 explosive is detonated on its surface, it will remain intact.
"General Nelson said, the password is with you."
Haynes walked over to the table, his hands caressing the cold surface of the box as if he were caressing the skin of a newborn.
"Of course, it's a secrecy reason, you're just a messenger."
His fingers slid skillfully, and soon, there was a slight snap of the lockbox, and Haynes' hand shook slightly, and he muttered, "This will be a historic moment." ” When Smith first met Haynes, he felt that although this person was old, he was in good spirits, and his body was like a battery that had just been fully charged, full of vitality.
There were obviously freezing devices and preparations in the box, and as the box was opened, a white mist slowly flowed out, and because the temperature was too low, the white mist was as thick as water quality.
With the dim light and these eerie white fogs in the background, the contents of the crate looked even less like the matter that was supposed to exist on the planet.
"The purest Atlantean bloodline gene, the blood of our ancestors, the genes of the Titans" Haynes muttered like a dream: "Thank you to the guys of the Antarctic expedition team, sure enough, they didn't disappoint the bosses of the Liberation Society, since the battle between Atlantis and Moria in the old era, this kind of pure bloodline gene is already very rare" He glanced back at Smith and said with some self-deprecation, "I'm not afraid of you laughing, I'm just a half-blood." ” Smith suddenly remembered something: "Doctor, you said that you need the purest Atlantis gene to make the destroyer, and now you have the pure Atlantis gene in your hand, and the Chinese gene is easy to find, the question is, where did you get the ancient human gene of Moria" Haynes gently put the spiral-shaped sealed test tube back into the box and said to Smith, "Mr.
Smith, please sit down and let me explain to you slowly." ” Smith sat back in his chair, and Haynes sat down across from him, the frenzied excitement on his face suddenly thinking that the curtain had fallen on the stage, and it was gone in an instant, replaced by a mysterious smile.
Smith was stared at by him for a few seconds, and suddenly there was a blur in front of him, and a strange feeling spread out of his mind, he wanted to stand up, but suddenly he felt that his whole body was limp and he couldn't exert any strength.
After some struggle, he sat back in his chair, gasping for air.
"What's going on" Haines raised his hand, took out an antique pocket watch, looked at the time, and smiled, "It's almost." ” "What is almost" "It's almost time for the barrel curareine to be made."
"You" Smith felt the world spin for a while, and then he didn't know who was going to happen
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