Super God Gene

The old cat was shocked and jumped off the tablet and chased Hanson.

But the gloves ran too fast with Hanson. By the time the old cat chased him, Hanson had disappeared. There were some broken buildings and switches in front of him. I didn't know which one Hanson was walking.

The old cat had to stop, weigh in four times, sniffed around again, which was the only way to chase the past.

Hanson was carried by gloves to the depths of the ruins, his legs slipped to the ground, and he plowed the ground out of two ditches, still unable to stop his body from moving forward.

Running into the shattered complex, he turned left and right for a moment, carrying his gloves into a half-burned building entrance.

The building was dark, and Hanson couldn't see what was ahead, and was slightly disturbed to be pulled forward by gloves.

But Hanson had his last experience, so he didn't panic too much.

Turning a few laps in the dark, his fist slammed onto something, smashed it straight into pieces, and carried Hanson forward.

Several things were blown up in a row, and the fists finally stopped.

It's still dark, nothing moving, quiet and terrible.

The gloves hung in front of Hansen, straightening Hansen's right hand and body 90 degrees, like a zombie.

“This guy parked here, did he say the other glove was here?” Hansen thought, his left hand swinging, a flame burning in his hand, like a torch, lighting up the surroundings.

“Ah!" Hanson screamed, his body desperately retreating, but because he was pulled by gloves, how could he retreat? That arm was still stationary there.

In front of Hanson, there was something like a dry corpse, staring into his eyes and suddenly looking at him like that, anyone would be surprised.

After calming down, Hanson discovered that it was really a corpse, that it had no breath and opportunity, and that it could not die anymore.

The bodies were sitting on a chair, their clothes had decayed and their bodies seemed to have lost moisture, but they remained relatively intact and, at first glance, thought they were zombies or something.

After weighing around again, I immediately discovered that this should be a Crystal room with Crystal apparatus everywhere, but compared to those Crystal control rooms that Hanson had seen before, the apparatus here was more precise, giving Hanson a feeling, as if this was a lab or something.

In addition to those instruments, you can see several rows of crystal tanks filled with liquid and soaked with strange things.

There are animals, birds, plants, and things Hanson hasn't seen.

“It's kind of like the old cat said, it's a culture base. Is this a laboratory in the base?” Hansen thought to himself, suddenly feeling his right hand move again, and go forward uncontrolled by Hansen.

In front of Hanson was the corpse sitting on the chair, and the gloves were pressed directly against the corpse, fingers flexibly grasping over the corpse.

“Your sister, is this a necrophilia?” Hanson was depressed, and luckily nothing dangerous happened.

Shortly afterwards, I saw my right hand grab something from the corpse's wrecked clothes and grab it out with a tight grip.

Because he was grabbed by the palm of his hand, Hansen couldn't see what it was. When his right hand came back, Hansen suddenly felt the power loose in his hand and his right hand returned to normal.

That's when Hanson felt a hard thing in his hand, something like a walnut or a peach.

I turned my hand open and let Hanson look slightly. The thing in my hand looked like a seed, smaller than a ping-pong ball, all black and gray, with green buds at one end of the seed, almost three centimeters long.

Hanson thought that gloves, like crystal shoes, were here to find another glove, but I didn't think so. He came here to find a seed.

“It can't be the other glove, can it?” Hanson muttered in his heart.

Since the gloves didn't mean to hurt him, and he no longer had control of his right hand, Hanson thought about it, put the seeds in his pocket and turned around in this lab.

And Hanson couldn't understand the instruments, and the lab was the one that got his attention, the platoons of crystal canisters and the stuff that was soaking in them.

The crystal tank looks a lot like it did before it came out late at night, but the liquid inside looks a little different.

The liquids that stay up late are clear and colorless, although they are also transparent, but most come in some colors, most of them yellow, some blue and blue, and a few clear and colorless.

Hanson looked at it one by one, and it was really weird that everything was in there, and there was half armor and helmets and stuff.

But anything, whether biological or armored, seems to have some kind of cruelty or deformity, giving Hanson the feeling that these things are incomplete.

“It seems that these are probably the products that failed the experiment.” Hanson thought in his heart, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Only in a jar in front, filled with clear liquid, soaked in a creature, the body combines the masculine beauty of a man with the soft beauty of a woman, with a pair of white wings behind it, like a perfectly holy angel in an oil painting.

“It looks a little like a little angel, but it's not male or female, it looks weird.” Hanson weighed the angelic creatures in the jar and looked downstream.

“Without Little JJ, it looks like it's not a normal creature, it's also a failure.” Hanson found this guy smooth underneath, like a tablet, with nothing, which should look like a gender-free organism, or possibly the reason for the planting failure.

After looking down, Hanson raised his head naturally, but saw the angelic creature, not knowing when to open his eyes.

Those eyes widened to the limit, but unlike ordinary creatures, his eyes had only pupils, and the whole blood-red pupil occupied the orbit, at this time staring straight at Hanson.

Hanson's heart snapped, his body slowly moved to the side for two steps, the red eyes, as his body moved, his head also turned some mechanical, still staring at him.

“Isn't that bad luck?” Hanson had a bad cry in his heart. Everything the Jing clan made was evil, and this guy didn't look like anything good.

“Run, that's Yu!” The old cat appeared in a hole in the lab, and after seeing the angel in the jar, her face suddenly changed dramatically, shouting at Hanson.

Before Hanson had reacted, he heard a noise. The angelic creature punched the crystal tank, and the evil and beautiful body rushed out, combining strength and beauty, and grabbed Hanson with one hand.