Super God Gene

“Weak?” Hansen smiled in his heart.

He opened his mouth to say what he was about to say, and suddenly he heard Lancer's comms ringing, and Lancer connected the comms and said, "I'm Lancer, go ahead. ”

“Instructor Blue, please proceed immediately to the steel plant in Sector West, where an anomaly has occurred.” A somewhat anxious sound came out of the communicator.

“I'm on my way and expected to be there in five minutes.” Lancer's face changed slightly and replied immediately.

Lancer glanced at Hanson around her and seemed to be thinking about something, but the next second, she made a decision, turning the wheel directly and driving in one direction.

The Alliance has rarely seen anything like a car, and Hanson has never sat in it. At this time, it feels pretty cool to see Lancer driving like a cloud.

The cars flew fast in the streets, because there was something like a police light, ordinary cars were giving way for Lancer, and with a very wild driving technique, Lancer finally arrived in front of a factory in five minutes.

The scene has been sealed off by many cat policemen, all of whom are wearing genetic armor, and their genetic armor looks essentially the same, without much difference.

“Stay here and stay where you are, you will be severely sanctioned under Kate Star Law if you flee without permission.” Lancer gets out of the car when he's done, closes the door and walks inside the factory.

“I'll follow you. I'm not familiar with this place. I'm a foreigner. It's not good to be misunderstood in a place like this.” Hanson hurried out to catch up with Lancer.

Lancer shrugged and nodded: "Fine, you stay with me, everything is under my command, and no personal action is allowed. ”

“Yes.” Hanson promised, he just smelled a lot of blood coming out of the factory and wanted to go in and see what happened.

Follow Lancer inside, and the policemen seem to recognize her, unstoppable, and soon she has entered the factory.

Once in the factory, Hanson couldn't help but frown.

It's not a very big factory, and the yard is full of dead bodies, more accurately, a lot of dead bodies.

Many bodies were ripped open, arms and legs were broken everywhere, and the death phase was very tragic.

Look at the bodies. They should all be cats. Look at the wounds. They should be torn alive.

And what shocked Hanson was that there were genetic armor fragments on the bodies of these cats, and apparently they all had genetic armor lives, but were killed so mercilessly that they seemed completely irresistible.

“It doesn't look as safe here as I thought.” Hansen awakened herself in the dark.

“What's going on here?” Lancer came to a police officer who was working on the case, gauged the body next to him and asked with a slightly ugly face.

“These are the night workers in the factory," the policeman said. "The morning workers arrived at the factory and found them all dead. No one was found alive, and no sign of a struggle was left at the scene. Judging from the wounds, their bodies and genetic armor seemed to have been torn apart by claws. ”

“Are those things made?” Lancer's face is gloomy.

“Not excluding that possibility, contacts have been made, and the chief has sent an aristocrat, who should be here soon.” The policeman said.

Lancer looked at the bodies, bit their lips and didn't speak.

“Sir, don't be sad, if that's what they really do, there's nothing we can do to stop it, my lord. They'll fix it.” The male policeman consoled.

Hanson was just watching, Lancer, and they were doing research and research in the field, but obviously it wasn't going very well.

Shortly afterwards, an aircraft suddenly landed outside the factory gate, descending from a man with a ruthless face, and immediately after the police saw the man, they automatically cleared the way to allow the man to enter the scene smoothly.

And by then, the policemen respectfully saluted the man.

Hanson was also looking at the man, a brunette male cat, and Hanson heard the cops call him "Lord Blackhunt."

This blackhunting adult feels a little different from what other cats have given Hanson, but he can't tell you exactly where it is.

Even Lancer and the policeman offered a salute to the black man and honored him. As you can see, his position here is very honorable.

But that black hunt just circled around the factory, and then he took over the place, and he let Lancer and the rest of the police evacuate.

Hanson left with Lancer, and on the way, he couldn't help but ask, "Who is that black hunter? Looks pretty good to me? ”

“Blackhunting is an aristocrat with a genetic arm, not comparable to the average person.” When Lancer talks about black, his face is full of envy.

“Can genetically armed be a nobleman?” Hanson asked curiously.

“Of course, all those who are able to muster genetic armaments are chosen sons of God and, of course, natural nobles.” Lancer said without hesitation.

“If... I mean, if... if I could muster up a genetic arm, would I get some privileges on Kate Star?” Hanson probed.

Lancer glanced at him: "If you can muster a genetic arm, let alone a privilege, as long as you join us on Kate Star, you will receive the same noble treatment as Lord Blackhunt and be respected by all Kates. ”

Speaking of which, Lanceton said, "But seeing as you're old enough, you haven't even congealed up your genetic armor. Obviously, your ethnic bloodline is weak. There's little chance of congealing up your genetic armament, so don't think about it. Be honest and go to work first. After you've earned enough money, buy tickets and go back to your hometown. ”

“What are the conditions for condensing genetic armament?” Hanson wasn't angry either, keep asking.

“Naturally, the better the race, the better the chance of genetic armament. Don't you know that? I'm afraid you don't have a strong, genetically armed man in your family yet, do you?” Lancer said.

“Not really.” Hanson smiled and said, "Is there any other law besides that? ”

“This is not true, otherwise it would not be called the Chosen One, and nobility is also rare among us in the Kate tribe. The younger we are, the better our chances of assembling genetic armaments, the less we have heard of the law, and some nobles are not particularly powerful before assembling genetic armaments.” Lancer said casually.

Hanson frowned slightly and thought, “Don't know if I can muster a genetic arm? ”