Exiled on the Deserted Star, the Plants I Planted Have 100 Million Points of Magic

Chapter 163 Meeting

Before everyone could walk out of the corridor, the young researcher who had been thrown out earlier blocked their way with a heavy breath, and stared at Yan Si fiercely with his blood-red eyes.

Yan Si held the document in one hand and his pocket in the other. He said in a relaxed tone that was completely different from the one in the laboratory, "Don't stare at me with that look. If the person who turned into a worm was me, I would also be willing to give up myself and work for the empire." In exchange for real data.”

You should have this awareness on the first day you become a soldier, and go through your life firmly with the proud belief of martyrdom for your country.

The young researcher clenched his fists and roared, "Can he prevent this disaster just by relying on his data? How much has the empire concealed, and why do they treat the soldiers who fight for the empire like this?"

Everyone looked at each other, but Yan Si frowned, "Children of the new generation don't even have this awareness? If you can't bear it, I suggest you go home and sell roasted hot potatoes instead of occupying a staff position in the laboratory."

After saying that, Yan Si calmly left and the others followed.

Ai Moye looked back at the young researcher, who sat down with his back against the wall, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body, leaving him completely empty.

A woman gently tugged on Ai Moye's sleeve and whispered, "The soldier who died in the line of duty was his childhood sweetheart, just like a biological brother."

This sudden incident has broken too many families. But as Yan Si said, if the truth is not found out, there may be more similar sufferings throughout the empire in the future.

In the marshal's command room, a final video was being played.

Hong Fanyin was besieged by several insect-turned lieutenants. Even SS-level superpowers were not immune to emotional obstacles when facing their former colleagues. The moment they hesitated slightly, their defenses were broken, and the attack rhythm was completely out of control.

Holding the broken weapon tightly, she fled behind an uninhabited rock, adjusted the miniature black box video recorder on her collar, and made a final battlefield report.

"Marshal, our people suddenly turned into insects, disrupting the original battle plan. We will die for our country today, and I am sorry that we were unable to complete the task you assigned. The crisis has arrived, but I firmly believe that no matter how cruel the winter is, we will be able to survive." Under your leadership, we will welcome the warm spring when the snow melts."

Half of Hong Fanyin's body was shattered, and half of his head was bloody. Even the powerful self-healing power of an SS-level superpower could not save the damaged body.

Even so, she still held the broken sword tightly and showed a warm smile to the camera, just like when she was admitted to Hells Military Academy, she had good expectations for tomorrow.

"Finally, I wish you a happy wedding in the future."

At the end of the scene, the insect-transformed lieutenants dragging the same broken body break through the fog and surround Hong Fanyin.

Hong Fanyin wiped the blood stains on the lens and sent the video. The picture finally settled on her stoic and unrepentant profile.

Cen Chengcheng turned off the video and reported to Di Lie in a low voice, "Marshal, people from the research office are already waiting in the conference room."

"You go first, I'll be there later."

"yes."

When Cen Chengcheng left, he closed the door.

The command room was airtight, with curtains covering all sides completely blocking the light.

The marshal was like a cold and steady mountain. He sat on the leather chair without saying a word, and his whole body was filled with a terrible aura of death.

Insect transformation?

Di Lie closed his eyes and seemed to see the twisted scorching waves in front of him, the smoke and flames that swallowed everything, the broken and collapsed ruins, and the tiny humans with frightened faces that kept shrinking.

The tyrant of hell, the red devil who brings carnage, the meat grinder that only knows butchers.

In the command room, Ai Moye looked through the records compiled by Yan Si.

According to the monitoring of insect-transformation personnel of elite troops in a short period of time, the minimum time for a person to be completely transformed into insects is only a few minutes, while the longest time is seventeen hours.

This seems to be related to physical constitution. For example, the stronger the immunity, the longer it takes for insects to transform. And those with low immunity can complete insect transformation in just a few minutes.

She remembered that in class, the teacher said that it was impossible for humans to transform into insects, and that insect transformation sometimes occurred between star beasts and bugs.

When the Zerg race faces extinction, some highly intelligent Zerg races will forcefully mate with the star beasts and change their genes to continue the race.

But in the interstellar era for thousands of years, there has never been an example of human beings turning into insects.

After what happened today, Aimoye felt that this conclusion was strange.

Just then, a young doctor asked Yan Si, "Teacher, the Zerg can reproduce by mating with star beasts. Is this possible for the Zerg and humans?"

Yan Si was playing with the scalpel. He didn't feel as sharp as in the laboratory at all. Instead, he smiled playfully and looked very unstable.

"What are you thinking about? Of course there is reproductive isolation between humans and insects. No matter how wonderful the creation is, it will still abide by the laws of biology. After all, humans are not God and cannot create new species like kneading plasticine."

Aimoye asked, "Why are you so sure? Have you done relevant experiments?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked at her.

Aimoye realized that she was asking too bluntly, so she picked up the water glass and drank strategically.

Yan Si didn't answer, he just turned the scalpel around neatly. The sharp blade is in his hand, and he is more obedient than the little white rabbit.

A moment later, someone pushed open the door of the command room, but it was not Di Lie.

Vice General Cen Chengcheng walked up to the stage and said, "Marshal has other important matters. Please inform the laboratory of the research content."

The other generals sat down at the round table, and Anne was also there.

Ai Moye looked around and did not see the marshal.

She approached Annie and asked in a low voice, "Where is Uncle Emperor?"

"The Marshal is in his lounge. If you need, you can visit after the meeting." Anne replied.

Ai Moye nodded and focused on the topic of the meeting.

But in fact, the research laboratory is unable to give the cause and response strategy of the infestation.

Yan Si requested to conduct on-site exploration, and perhaps more wreckage could be found, and genes and blood could be collected for research and analysis.

However, Cen Chengcheng immediately rejected it because the warring star field has been classified as a restricted area and no one is allowed to approach, let alone non-combatant researchers.

The subsequent argument was meaningless, so Aimoye secretly left and followed the path directed by Annie to Di Lie's lounge.

After arriving, she was about to knock on the door, but the door suddenly slid open, and she was knocked back by someone who suddenly came out, causing her nose to hurt.

"Uncle Di, are you used to sneak attacks and suddenly jumping out?" Ai Moye complained and rubbed her nose.

Di Lie put on a new military uniform, lowered his head and looked at her, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Isn't it a certain kid who is sneaking in front of my room with evil intentions?"

"My intentions are evil," Aimo laughed angrily, but decided not to agree with him and said instead, "Aren't you going to the meeting?"

"Vice General Cen is at the meeting, and I have other things to do." After he finished speaking, he wanted to leave, but Ai Moye grabbed his sleeve.

"If you're going to the front, I want to be with you."

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