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Suddenly, the orange-red light emanating from the experimental subject on the experimental table became dazzling and unstable, like volcanic lava about to erupt!
"Useless! All of you are useless!" Killian roared furiously, but his movements were as fast as lightning as he slammed his fist into the emergency freezing button!
"laugh--"
A large amount of white, low-temperature gas gushed out instantly, enveloping the experimental subject.
The orange-red light struggled unwillingly for a few moments in the mist, before finally going out completely with a sickening freezing sound.
The alarm lights flashed a few times, then fell silent.
The atmosphere remained silent for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity.
Maya Hansen, who had been calmly standing by, took a few steps in: "But we have to go and beg for peace! Our core raw material inventory is only enough to last 72 hours! The synthesis route of the neural link stabilizer depends entirely on the core catalyst of TCRI! Without it, 'Desperate Situation' is just a pile of explosive waste! And then what? The project comes to a complete standstill? Your more than ten years of hard work comes to an end?"
He listened to everything Maya said.
Killian was not a stupid person. In addition to being furious because of this sudden event, he also wanted to vent his frustration at not being able to complete the Extremis virus for many years.
He looked around and saw the researchers' horrified eyes, the inventory alarm flashing a glaring red light on the control panel, and a monitor in the corner displaying a stream of critical data about a particular experimental subject.
“You’re right. Without TCRI’s support, we’ll be set back at least one to two years! Hawke’s willingness to do this is either due to ignorance or… he’s holding something we don’t know about! Going to war directly is the worst option!”
Killian gradually calmed down.
He stared intently at Hawke's name on the screen, then turned and said:
"Maya, immediately compile the data from our closest 'desperate' experiment. We need the core data that can prove our huge potential, but we should keep the key stabilizer parameters to ourselves."
“Notify the finance and legal departments,” Killian’s eyes were sharp as knives, “to prepare an agreement for the transfer of 10%... no, 15% of AIM’s shares.”
Maya was taken aback, then understood his intention: "Doctor?! Fifteen percent? That's too high a price to pay..."
“Big?” Killian sneered. “Actually, thinking about it, cooperating with the Lane Group is not bad! Lane’s influence is much greater than TCRI’s. It can definitely provide me with an environment where I can continue my research openly and legitimately! As long as ‘Desperate Situation’ succeeds, what are these shares? Lane Capital? Whoever controls the core technology will be the real winner!”
He straightened his disheveled white coat as if he were putting on armor, but the humiliation and burning ambition in the depths of his eyes were intertwined, making it exceptionally complex.
“Arrange a time with Hawke; I’m going to pay my respects at this new dock,” Killian said with a resolute, do-or-die attitude. “I’m bringing our ‘sincerity’ with me!”
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Staten Island
Over the next three days, the luxurious seaside villa was completely reduced to a burning island.
Expensive champagne and spirits were splashed freely at the pool party, and deafening music shattered the tranquility of the sea breeze.
During the day, they revisited certain "classic" scenes in a private cinema and lazily sunbathed in the sun. Christina Aguilera seemed to be doing everything she could to prove that she was the woman who could ignite Hawke's passion.
The nights are even more wild, with splashing water in the pool, bedrooms brightly lit all night, and the aroma of fine wine, delicious food, and the hormonal scent of bodies entwined permeating every corner.
Koo Ja-yoon was given a private suite and the best care, and was full of curiosity about everything in the villa.
Like an energetic child born in the 1940s, she ran around in the huge garden, having a great time playing with the smart home system. Occasionally, she would look curiously at the closed door of the master bedroom and the ambiguous sounds coming from inside, then shrug and continue exploring her new paradise.
Three days later, as the sunset once again painted the bay red, Hawke stood before the enormous French windows, wearing only a velvet nightgown.
Christina Aguilera, like a satiated cat, lazily curled up on the sofa, a slender cigarette between her fingers. Amidst the swirling smoke, her eyes held a hint of weariness and a deeper fascination.
"Are you leaving so soon?" Her voice was hoarse from the passion, and she seemed reluctant to let her go.
“Now for the important business.” Hawke took a sip of his amber-colored whiskey, gazing out the window at the deepening twilight. His eyes had lost their languidness, replaced by a cold sharpness.
"South Wharf Warehouse Area".
Christina Aguilera followed his gaze and could only see the blurry outlines of industry in the distance and the dark sea.
"It's...gloomy there. Be careful." She didn't ask any more questions, just gave a word of advice.
Hawke put down his glass and walked towards the dressing room: "Take care of yourself, Christina. See you next time."
When he came out in his signature black haute couture suit and expensive non-prescription glasses, Koo Ja-yoon was already waiting in the living room, looking energetic, wearing a dark jumpsuit that allowed him to move around easily, his eyes sparkling.
“Let’s go,” Hawke said, adjusting his cuffs. “Let’s go see that ‘alien guest’.”
Christina Aguilera watched Hawke's departing figure, the ash from her cigarette falling silently from her fingertips.
South Wharf Warehouse Area.
Under the cover of night, the abandoned, massive warehouse stood like a silent steel behemoth, rusted and filled with the salty smell of the sea and the stench of decaying metal.
Based on Schleid's testimony and Hawke's aerial reconnaissance, the two easily located the underground entrance disguised as an abandoned sewage treatment facility.
After navigating through a winding, dark passage filled with massive pipes and an unknown slime, and avoiding several old security traps, a heavy alloy door appeared before us.
Behind the door, a low-frequency, ear-splitting buzzing sound came from behind, along with a cold, inanimate mechanical hum.
With a wave of her small hand, Gu Ziyun caused the heavy alloy door to be torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand, twisting and flying inward.
The scene inside was so breathtaking that it could instantly reduce an ordinary person's sanity to zero.
This is an extremely large underground space, like a hollowed-out mountain belly.
What stands in the center is not the spaceship one might imagine, but a vast, complex pool of biochemical slime that is constantly writhing and flowing with green fluorescence.
The pool was filled with a huge, pulsating organ-like object, with countless tubes extending out of the pool like blood vessels and nerves, connecting to the numerous screens and control panels on the surrounding walls.
The entire space was filled with a strong, pungent odor of humus and chemical agents.
At the heart of the slime pool, a repulsive entity floats.
It was a huge, pink brain covered in wrinkles and grooves!
It was completely exposed, without the protection of a skull, its surface covered with a slippery sheen, and countless tiny, nerve-like tendrils floated slowly in the mucus...
The brain tissue itself was pulsating rhythmically, each pulsation stirring up the surrounding mucus.
Supporting and encasing this brain is an extremely sophisticated and complex mechanical exoskeleton—the Lange Armor.
The mechs are made of cold metal and unknown materials that emit a ghostly glow. They have multiple thick mechanical arms, the ends of which are huge claws or energy weapon launchers that gleam with a cold light.
The main body of the mech surrounds the brain, providing protection and mobility, and its mechanical joints emit a low hum when they operate.
This is the "guest" Schreid mentioned—Langer, an alien warlord from another dimension with a parasitic brain!
"Ugh..." Gu Ziyun instinctively covered her nose, her little face scrunched up. "It stinks...it's disgusting!"
Hawke scanned the deformed alien creature, his face devoid of any expression, only assessing and scrutinizing: "Mr. Lange? It's a pleasure to meet you. It seems Schreid has served you quite well."
He stepped over the remaining slime on the ground without any disgust, as if inspecting his own property.
Lang's enormous brain abruptly turned toward the entrance where they were, and the slime churned violently.
A 4.8-gauge synthesized sound, extremely jarring and reminiscent of metallic friction mixed with the viscous flow of wet fluid, echoed in the space, carrying an arrogant disdain and a hint of trespassing anger:
"Low-level carbon-based lifeforms! How dare you trespass into Lord Lang's territory! Where is that good-for-nothing Schlade? Is his mission to fob me off with you insects?!"
Several huge screens lit up, displaying a scrolling map of Earth, military deployments, and complex alien symbols and data streams, indicating that Langer was no benevolent entity.
“Shredd?” Hawke chuckled softly, walking to a relatively clean control panel. “I packed him up and sent him away as a gift to a few… well, rather special turtles. Now, I’m in charge here, and also your new master, Hawke Lane.”
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[The image shows Lang and his mech.]
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of control.
“I am very interested in you, and in those little gadgets you possess that don’t belong to this world.”
Lang's brain throbbed violently, and one of the mech's massive mechanical arms abruptly rose, its energy weapon ports beginning to charge, emitting a dangerous hum.
"Master? Arrogant! Ignorant! Lord Lang is a conqueror! Not someone a lowly creature like you can covet! Kneel! Submit! Or I will turn you and that little toy behind you into cosmic dust!"
"Toys?" Gu Ziyun tilted her head, her eyes instantly turning dangerous, but a mischievous smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Are you talking about me?"
"It seems the negotiations have broken down." Hawke sighed regretfully, as if lamenting that a small matter had lost the possibility of a peaceful resolution.
He didn't even change his posture, he just slightly raised his chin in the direction of Gu Ziyun: "Let this... Mr. Brain, wake up."
"Okay!" That was exactly what Gu Ziyun had been waiting for.
Faced with these 06 ugly and disgusting alien creatures, her inner universe was already bursting with energy.
Her eyes narrowed sharply, and an invisible telekinetic force, like billions of incredibly strong steel cables, erupted instantly!
Om-!
An overwhelming and irresistible psychic power instantly enveloped the entire Lange mech!
Lang felt as if his entire being, his fragile brain and the mechanical body that enabled him to move, were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand!
The transmission mechanisms of all the mech's joints emitted a sharp, strained grinding sound as they suddenly locked up!
Several mechanical arms that were about to shoot out energy beams or swing were frozen in mid-air, unable to move!
Even the protective armor surrounding the brain caved inward, groaning and creaking!
For the first time, Lang's main body, suspended in the pool of slime, felt the fear of losing its ability to move!
"What?! This... what kind of power is this?! Impossible!!" Langer's synthesized voice rose to its highest pitch, filled with shock and disbelief.
His prized mecha power was rendered powerless before this invisible force!
"Wow, this lump of iron is pretty hard." Gu Ziyun pouted, his five fingers tightening slightly.
The mecha's outer shell visibly emitted an even more piercing deformation sound!
Lang felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation, as if his entire brain had been thrown under a massive water press!
He frantically activated the mech's power core, and a dark blue energy light flashed violently inside the mech, trying to break free of its restraints, but the invisible shackles remained unmoved!
Hawke looked at Lange, who was struggling in vain, his eyes as cold as the Siberian permafrost.
He slowly removed his expensive non-prescription glasses, revealing his eyes, which were undergoing a subtle change—deep within his pupils, a blazing golden-red light ignited like lava and quickly spread to the entire iris!
“It seems you’re not clear-headed enough.” Hawke’s voice was low and dangerous, like the tolling of a death knell.
Before he finished speaking——
call out!call out!call out!
Two incredibly bright, finger-thick golden beams suddenly shot out from Hawke's eyes!