Super God Gene

Hanson had read a lot about it online before, and he didn't see anyone who had the ability to say something like shelter rules, and he could be sure that at least the Kates didn't have that ability.

Now, Hanson just wants to know if it's still working, if it's going to benefit him, where genes come from, and if there's a beast soul or something like that.

By the time Hanson walked out of the training room, people were basically gone. Hardman had already left with the Black Gold Group and had not stayed to wait for him. Obviously, he was very unhappy with his evolutionary failure. It must be impossible to continue signing.

However, the reserve contract previously signed has not yet expired. Even if Hardman doesn't want Hansen anymore, Hansen will have to stay with the Black Gold Group until the contract ends.

When I walked out the door, I saw Lancer standing alone in the hallway outside, waiting for Hanson to come out and say, "My comm number. You know, if you need work, call me. I haven't found the right people at the cemetery yet. ”

Lancer also knew Hardman's mind, and could not have kept Hansen, who had not been promoted to nobility, afraid that Hansen would not find a job, embark on some poor path, jeopardize the security of Kate Star, and, with his sympathy for Hansen, and a good sense of opinion, would have stayed to say these words to him.

“Thank you, blue cop.” Hanson was slightly moved.

Returning to his room, he saw the door open and someone moving inside. Hardman's secretary was wearing high shoes, standing at the door with his arms in his arms and commanding people from time to time.

“Secretary Lina, what happened?” Hanson looked at the secretary and frowned and asked.

The secretary wore a black and white cat's tail, still holding his arm, and spat. “I'm sorry, I'm nervous about the dormitory in the base right now. It's a bit wasteful for you to live in such a big place alone, so the general manager gave you another room, this big one, to live with a few other team members. ”

Hanson knew it was because his promotion had failed, so Hardman was no longer going to invest in him, and naturally he could no longer live in the base's best dormitories, not just dormitories, but other benefits, I'm afraid.

“Secretary Lina, where's my new dorm?” Hanson didn't have anything, he simply took a few clothes he had bought after coming and walked up to Lina and asked.

“I'm too busy right now to take you there, in dorm 702 on the seventh floor, go yourself.” Lena didn't even look at Hanson. She wasn't like that before.

Hanson didn't care either, so he took his stuff and left this single suite dorm and headed over to building seven.

Building 7 is also the dormitory for members of the hunting forces, but it is the dormitory for ordinary members, with four sleeping in one room.

By the time Hanson arrived at 702, there was no one in there. He had handled the formalities at the dormitory and obtained his keys before entering the dormitory. He took a shower and changed his clothes.

Previously, his clothes were exploded and he was wearing genetic armor, although said to be of little use to the body, it was not usually necessary.

After taking a bath, Hanson found the only space in the dorm, put his stuff away, and packed it up again.

“Discovery of xenogenes.” When Hanson got that truncated bone, he heard a sound in his head.

Hansonton was overjoyed and wondered what the rules of the sanctuary were for out there. I had no idea there would be an answer so soon, and it would be more useful than he thought.

“How does this thing work?” Hanson took the truncated bone study and studied it, wondering how the gene could be absorbed.

Running the genetics, bones didn't move, Hanson dripped his true blood on them, and they didn't move either.

The shelter rules were only hinted at once, and then there was no movement, apparently it could not help Hanson absorb them.

“Could it work, and in the shelter, if I had to eat this?” Hanson tried to bite, the thief was fucking hard, and his teeth were about to fall off. It would be unrealistic to bite him like that.

“I guess I'll just have to boil it.” Hanson measures the bones and thinks.

Bones are small, all purple red, look like metal objects, and if Hanson hadn't flipped it out himself, it would be hard to believe it was part of the organism.

Hanson really doesn't know if his idea works if he's going to make soup for it.

Anyway, there was no other way, Hanson bought an electro-high voltage cooker in the store at the base, thinking of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and was going to go back to the dormitory to try it out.

Back in the dorm, take a pot of water, throw the bone in, plug the lid in, turn on the pressure cooker and let it cook itself slowly.

Just after all this, I heard the door of the dorm ring, three sweaty Kates walked in, saw Hanson slightly, and then seemed to understand what was going on.

The news that Hansen was able to make the bell ring and was dug up by Hardman at a high price was well known in the base, and even if they didn't know before, the core members who watched Hansen fail in his promotion went back to talk about it as capital, and it spread in the army.

“Dude, relax, it's normal not to be able to do secondary evolution, it's not a big deal, more than 99.9% of creatures don't have secondary evolution, they're still alive.” A Kate patted Hansen on the shoulder and said, not at all condescending to Hansen, but not sarcastic, quite comforting.

“Thank you, I'm fine.” Hanson really didn't think it was a big deal that promotion failed, and no other biological promotion failed, but he was different, and he had two opportunities to continue practicing both the Holy Xuan Scripture and the Blood Lifestyle Nerve.

Ten thousand steps back, even if it all fails, it's no big deal, he can find a way to absorb the Fae gene and let himself continue to evolve, and his path is not just secondary evolution.

“Don't say thank you to us, we don't say this here, in case of danger on the battlefield one day, someone really wants to help you with your life, that's not the word thank you can solve.” Another Kate said.

“What should I say?” Hanson asked with a smile.

“Don't say anything. Do you have a cigarette? Have one.” The Kates lay on their beds whispering.

“I really don't, I don't smoke.” Hanson used to smoke occasionally, but because he spent a long time in the shelter, sometimes he couldn't find a cigarette at all, he didn't know when he didn't want to smoke at all.

“Is this your thing? What's in there?” The last Kate saw the pressure cooker Hanson had brought back and looked at it and asked.