I don't know how long it took.
Mr.
Smith, the CIA commissioner, finally woke up and opened his eyes, everything in front of him seemed a little blurry, and his head was a little swollen, as if it was the sequelae of the glass of Green Goblin absinthe of unknown origin just now.
"Ah, you're awake at last, my dear Mr.
Smith," Professor Haynes' voice came from a sealed goldfish bowl, "Sure enough, it's a pure-blooded Moria ancient human, and the effect of dartine was metabolized by you so quickly. ” Smith blinked his eyelids, and now he was in an empty laboratory, surrounded by glass containers more than a meter high, filled with dark red liquid.
In the dim light, something seemed to be wriggling in the liquid, which reminded Smith of formalin-soaked specimens in the Zoological Museum.
"Where is this?"
Smith tried to stand up, but found that his hands and feet were tightly bound in the chair with iron hoops.
He looked a little annoyed: "Dr.
Haynes, what do you mean by that?"
Haynes sighed twice and said with a smile: "If you don't become a holy hunter of the Moriah Presbyterian Church, I'm afraid you can go to Broadway to perform on stage, and I'm afraid you can become a good actor." ” Smith was stunned for a moment, then changed his smile and said, "Doctor, you see, I came all the way from Washington, D.C., and I dangled on the ship for nearly a week before I saw you, and I can't understand why you think of me as a demon hunter of the Moriah Presbyterian Church."
Is this how you German hospitality?"
Haynes shook his head, stretched out his index finger and waved his hand in front of him, every wrinkle on his face crawling with sarcasm: "Nonono my dear Smith, oh shouldn't call you Smith, I think you should be called Charlemagne Julius G Caesar Habs, or your nickname in the Presbyterian Church Lion" Smith's face grew cold, like the face of an ice sculpture, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed out loud and said, "If I weren't tied hand and foot now, I should really applaud you."
Doctor, if you don't do genetic research, I'm afraid you can go to the FBI as a secret agent. ” Haynes laughed and bowed slightly, "Thank you for your appreciation." ” Stopping his laughter, Smith regained that iron-like expression on his face: "I'm just weird, when did you think I was an impostor, can you tell me?"
Haynes seemed a little smug as she rose from her chair and straightened the bow on her plaid suit, as if to give an important speech.
"It's too simple, because the real Smith doesn't drink, he was born with a strange disease, his body is extremely allergic to alcohol, if he drinks a little bit of alcohol, then he will suffocate due to allergies."
He looked at Smith with a smile, "Of course, I made him do that when you drank Scotch whisky with him in Nelson's office, but before that, I already knew you weren't a real Smith."
A month ago, we received a tip-off that you had infiltrated the DOD in order to clear the Godlight Project.
If I'm not mistaken, Smith was dead by then. ” Smith said, "But I've passed the DNA test just now, how do you explain this?"
Haynes approached Smith and flipped his right palm open and flicked it on his thumb.
A small piece of skin-like thing was torn off by him, and he raised his hand triumphantly: "Look, this kind of spy trick is sold everywhere."
A small invisible blood bag, as long as it is attached to the finger, can pass any DNA test. ” Smith nodded in approval: "It's wonderful, the analysis is wonderful, if I hadn't been tied, I'd definitely applaud you." ” Haynes bowed humbly again and said, "The show is ahead, if you listen to me, you will probably slap your palms even more." ” Smith sneered, "Oh, then go on, I'll be a quiet listener." ” Haynes continued: "In fact, for so many years, my research has been in trouble, and it was only last year that I made a breakthrough, and now Atlantis, Moriah and modern Chinese genetic hybrid modification can obtain the latest and most stable destroyer, but you don't know why I have not been able to create a destroyer in this year."
Smith frowned: "I didn't find the pure ancient blood of Atlantis" Haynes shook his head like a rattle: "Of course, nonono is not that there are two gene tubes in the box you just sent, one is the gene of the Chinese, and the other is the purest Titan gene of Atlantis."
Speaking of this purest Atlantean gene, as early as two years ago, it was obtained by our scientific expedition team in the depths of the Antarctic ice, but it is not that we do not have pure Atlantean ancient blood, although the pure ancient bloodline of Atlantis is really hard to find, but what is more difficult is that we can't get the pure blood of Moria ancient humans, at least in the more than 10,000 years of dealing with you, no Moria pure-blooded ancient humans can fall into our hands, Because once you Moria pure-bloods encounter a desperate situation, your favorite thing is to use your purification talent to die with others. ” Smith smiled and said, "It's wonderful, if it weren't for you, I'd have applauded."
But aren't you afraid that I'll also come to purify?"
Haynes seemed even more smug when he heard this, and said, "You can try." ” Smith's pupils glowed with a deep blue, like a cluster of flames beating, and Haynes stood in front of him, and also felt an energy spreading around him with Smith as the center.
The steel hoops that bound Smith's hands and feet suddenly rattled and seemed to be about to break.
Haynes was not panicked at all, like an audience member enjoying an opera, holding his hands and watching quietly.
A faint golden glow suddenly flashed on several steel hoops, and a line of strange words was etched into the steel bars that were only 3 years wide, as if they had been burned by something, very similar to the Runi characters that Smith had just seen in the hallway.
After a few seconds, Smith gave up his efforts and let out a long breath, the dark blue flame in his pupils extinguished.
"Runes of the Gods" Haynes said, "To be exact, this is one of the runes of the gods of Atlantis, a binding spell, called Drommy Dri, how to deal with you, okay" Smith nodded helplessly, "Very good, you are very thoughtful, and you are a respectable opponent, Dr.
Haynes." ” Haynes continued to maintain that modest and slightly haughty tone, "Thank you for the compliment.
When it comes to respect, I think you're also an adversary that makes me respectable. ” He took out a smiling cowhide cover notebook from his arms, which looked like it had been some years, the cowhide was already dark, and the corners were grinding out of the inner layer.
"I'm sorry, although it's the age of technology now, but an old antique like me still likes to follow the old way and use a notebook to remember things."
He turned the pages and read: "Charlemagne Julius G Caesar Habs, nicknamed the Lion, ranked first among the twelve star hunters of the Moria Presbyterian Demon Hunter Regiment, the rank is Paladin, the head of the Demon Hunter Regiment, the eldest son of the Habs family, the future successor to the position of the elder of the Moria Elder Chair, and the future head of the Odin pure-blood family of the only Moria ancient human being."
"If it weren't for this environment, I would have thought I was reading out the list of outstanding contribution awards," Haynes sighed twice: "What could be more weighty and respectful than your opponent":