Haynes picked up the bottle and poured green liquor into the two glasses, raising the glass and shaking it in the light, like a dealer appreciating antiques: "This is the best Green Goblin vermouth, a good wine of 89 degrees." The inspiration that can bring creation, is the object in the cup that the wise man is madly obsessed with, the master hallucinogenic liquid, without which there would be no Van Gogh's "Sunflowers", and even the biblical "Revelation" has its place. Nowadays, many ignorant people like to make it into a cocktail in the bar, but I like to drink it cleanly. In the past, I always thought that if any wine was mixed with something else, even if it got a better taste, it always deviated from its essence, leaving only a gorgeous appearance and a useless shell. ”

He suddenly held up a finger, as if he were teaching his students: "However, for the past few decades, I have been pondering why we have not been able to make a breakthrough in our great 'Divine Light' genetic project, and even though I have looked through all the fragments of the Atlantis ancient books, I still can't find a way to create the 'Destroyer'. Later, I realized that I had always been confined to my own way of thinking, always trying to use our Atlantean genes and Morian genes to extract better genes, but I forgot another thing. ”

Smith shook his glass, looked at the green and emerald-like liquid in the glass, looked up and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Haines's eyes lit up, as ecstatic as Christopher Columbus first discovered the American continent: "Modern humanity! They have been multiplying on this earth since the time of our existence, but because they are ignorant and weak, we have always regarded them as slaves, forgetting the fact that after the Doomsday War, they are still tenacious on this earth, and they have multiplied more and more, and become the mainstream of this planet. ”

Smith wondered, "What do you mean?" ”

Haynes drained the cup of absinthe and continued, "Sometimes, there may be something good about lowly creatures that we overlook, just as a small mistletoe can kill Badr, the god of light, and that's a very interesting thing. When I was desperate for the 'God's Light' gene project, I found out how the Chinese's genes were mixed with the Atlanteans and Moriahs' genes, and I would have extremely unexpected thoughts, so to speak, I saw the dawn of the success of the 'God's Light' program from that experiment! ”

Under his wrinkled eyelids, a deep blue light shone brightly.

"Ahh Forgive me for being preachy, but now it seems that I am beginning to miss my teaching career and think that I am still on the podium at the University of Munich. ”

Smith smiled elegantly and said politely, "No, I'm also interested in these things, and I won't object to you going on." ”

Haynes bowed slightly, as if to thank Smith for his tolerance: "Chinese is a very resilient people, among the four major civilizations of the new era, they are the only ones that have not been destroyed so far, I should have thought a long time ago that I had to use the Chinese genes to make a mixed modification, and the result was ......"

Smith's eyes also began to shine: "The result was successful?" ”

Haynes flattened his mouth and spread his hands regretfully: "It still failed." However, it has been much more successful than mixing the Atlantean race genes with the ancient human genes of Moria, and I have searched for the reasons in many ways, and later found out that the genes I used were not pure enough. ”

At this, he suddenly became very happy, and pointed to the metal box that Smith had placed at his feet: "Come, my friend, please put it on the table." ”

Smith stood up and placed the box on the table. It is an alloy crate that is so strong that even if a C4 explosive is detonated on its surface, it will remain unscathed.

"General Nelson said, the password is with you."

Haynes walked over to the table, his hands caressing the cold surface of the box as if he were caressing the skin of a newborn.

"Of course, it's a secrecy reason, you're just a messenger."

His fingers slid expertly, and soon, the lockbox let out a slight snap, and Haines' hand shook slightly, and his mouth muttered, "This will be a historic moment." ”

When Smith first met Haynes, he felt that although this person was old, he was in good spirits, and his body was like a battery that had just been fully charged, full of vitality.

There were obviously freezing devices and preparations in the box, and as the box was opened, a white mist slowly flowed out, and because the temperature was too low, the white mist was as thick as water quality.

With the dim light and these eerie white fogs in the background, the contents of the crate looked even less like the matter that was supposed to exist on the planet.

"The purest Atlantean genes, the blood of our ancestors, the genes of the Titans!" Haynes muttered to himself like a dream: "Thanks to the guys from the Antarctic expedition team, they really didn't disappoint the bigwigs of the Liberation Society, since the end of Atlantis and Moriah in the old era, this kind of pure bloodline gene is already very rare!" ”

He glanced back at Smith and said with some self-deprecation, "I'm not afraid of you laughing, I'm just a half-blood." ”

Smith suddenly remembered something: "Doctor, you said that you need the purest Atlantean genes to create the 'Destroyer', and now you have the pure Atlantis genes in your hands, and the genes of the Chinese are easy to find, the question is, where did you get the ancient human genes of Moria?" ”

Haynes gently put the spiral-shaped sealed test tube back into the box and said to Smith, "Mr. Smith, please sit down and let me explain to you slowly." ”

Smith sat back in his chair, and Haynes sat down across from him, the frenzied excitement on his face suddenly thinking that the curtain had fallen on the stage, and it was gone in an instant, replaced by a mysterious smile.

Smith was stared at by him for a few seconds, and suddenly there was a blur in front of him, and a strange feeling spread out of his mind, he wanted to stand up, but suddenly he felt that his whole body was limp and he couldn't exert any strength.

After some struggle, he sat back in his chair, gasping for air.

"What's going on?"

Haines raised his hand, took out an antique pocket watch, looked at the time, and smiled, "It's almost." ”

"What is almost?"

"It's almost time for the curatorine to attack."

"You ......" Smith felt the world spin for a while, and then he didn't know what to do.