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Chapter 5
chapter 0005 part 1
Chapter 5: Experiment, Factions, Venue
Bob felt his head spinning, like waking up after a heavy night of drinking.
He shook his head and looked up. A middle-aged man in a white coat with one arm was busy at the lab bench, his back turned to Bob.
"Professor!"
Bob stumbled to his feet and greeted the man in front of him.
"Bob, you and Tang did well with the experiment. The regenerative ability of this lizard has increased by 30%. I'll approve your experiment report!"
Professor Connors was hunched over a high-powered microscope, observing cell slides, and said without turning his head.
"Tang left early because he had something to do. You should also go back and rest early!"
Lizard, regenerative ability? Bob felt his head spinning. Their experiment was successful? It was a lizard?
A faint dark figure flashed through Bob's mind, but it vanished in an instant.
"Okay, Professor!"
Bob replied subconsciously and walked out.
"Strange, the regenerative ability of this lizard is indeed faster than others of its kind, but its cell division speed isn't reaching the expected rate."
Dr. Connors didn't pay any more attention to Bob, focusing intently on the microscope. He changed three or four cell slides in a row, but the data he obtained was somewhat unexpected.
Connors was once a brilliant military doctor. During a Federation foreign war, he was recruited and sent to the front lines to perform surgery on the wounded.
One day, the base was attacked by the enemy, and his right hand suffered irreparable damage in a large explosion.
To save his life, he chose amputation and was sent back to the Federation to recover.
From then on, he conducted experiments at the university, abandoning surgery and beginning to desperately research the regenerative systems of reptiles and various aspects of reptile biology.
To restore his severed arm, and also to create human regenerative limbs for medical use, he had been researching how to transfer the genetic trait of a lizard's regenerating tail to humans.
Researching such a project naturally required funding, which was impossible to obtain solely from the university's research funding.
This was also the reason Professor Connors worked at Oscorp.
He was friends with Oscorp's CEO, Norman Osborn.
As the head of Oscorp, Norman Osborn knew how vast the financial prospects would be if this technology could truly be developed.
Therefore, he invited Connors to become Oscorp's Chief Researcher, providing full financial support for Connors' research.
"Strange!"
Professor Connors tapped on the keyboard, performing simulations on the computer. According to the cell division index, the regenerative ability of this lizard shouldn't be this fast.
The more Professor Connors thought about it, the stranger it seemed. After thinking for a moment, he clicked on the lab's experiment recording system, logged in with his credentials, and intended to watch Tang Song and Bob's experiment process.
*Sizzle sizzle sizzle!* Just as Professor Connors clicked on the recording, the computer host storing the experiment recording suddenly sparked.
Connors was startled and recoiled, falling heavily to the ground with a loud crash.
*Puff puff puff puff...*
Professor Connors scrambled up from the ground somewhat awkwardly. At this moment, the burning computer host emitted thick black smoke, directly triggering the smoke detector, and the sprinkler system immediately activated.
...
"Professor Connors, what happened?"
Looking at Professor Connors, who was drenched like a drowned rat, and the burnt-beyond-recognition computer host, the Security Director of Oscorp Tower, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, asked.
Professor Connors took a towel from a nearby security guard and wiped his messy, wet hair, his expression somewhat bewildered. "It might be circuit aging. This computer host suddenly experienced spontaneous combustion!"
"Circuit aging?" The Security Director frowned. "Professor, did this host contain important experiment data?"
The Security Director's heart sank. He knew that for Oscorp's important research projects, to ensure secrecy, they often used an internal network, and data would be stored on hard drives, not network storage.
If important research data were truly lost, the Security Director's brow furrowed.
"No, not that," Professor Connors shook his head. "The hard drive of the burnt host only contained some experiment recordings. The specific experiment data has already been filed and stored!"
Hearing that no important data was lost, the Security Director breathed a sigh of relief. As the head of security for Oscorp Tower, if a major incident occurred, whether accidental or intentional, he would be held responsible.
A spontaneous combustion caused by circuit aging, with only the loss of a computer, was something he could suppress.
...
"Tang, what are you trying to hide?"
In the laboratory, now somewhat restored, the burnt computer had been removed. Professor Connors sat in his office chair, looking at the lizard lying motionless in the incubation chamber, lost in thought.
The computers in the lab had only been replaced about half a year ago, and they were regularly maintained by specialists. Circuit aging was impossible unless someone had tampered with it.
Thinking about how the host spontaneously combusted just as he wanted to view the experiment recording, and the lizard's completely unscientific self-healing ability, Professor Connors had a faint suspicion in his heart.
...
A block away from Oscorp Tower, around a corner, a black extended Rolls-Royce car was parked quietly by the roadside.
Tang Song, wearing a plaid shirt and carrying a backpack, walked unhurriedly towards the car.
A tall, imposing white man, nearly two meters tall, stood rigidly by the car door, dressed in a sharp tuxedo, wearing white silk gloves, and with a short, silver-white crew cut.
Seeing Tang Song approach, he quickly opened the car door, respectfully took the backpack from Tang Song's hand, assisted Tang Song into the car, placed the backpack in the trunk, and then got into the car himself, closing the door.
In the driver's seat, Kane quickly started the car and sped away.
Inside the spacious cabin, besides Tang Song and the white man who opened the door, there was also a young woman. She had a delicate face, slightly messy brown long hair, wore a denim jacket on her upper body and faded, ripped jeans on her lower body, and was concentrating on tapping on the tablet in her hand.
Seeing Tang Song sit down, the woman closed her tablet, turned her head, and asked, "BOSS, everything okay? How did the experiment go?"
Her brown long hair framed a delicate face that held a distinct Eastern beauty, revealing a hint of mixed-race charm.
Tang Song casually took the cocktail offered by the white man, took a sip, and sincerely praised, "Lane, you are the best bartender in the world."
Ignoring the subtle pride shown by the white man, Tang Song spread his palm, revealing a black jade ring on his thumb. "Oscorp's lab is indeed good. The experiment was very successful! My path is indeed viable!"
The mixed-race girl looked at the jade ring in Tang Song's hand with some curiosity, preparing to reach out and touch it.
Just then, the jade ring on Tang Song's thumb suddenly moved. A metallic rustling sound rang out, and with a rustling sound, the black jade ring unfolded, transforming into a small black snake.
The black snake crawled onto Tang Song's palm, coiled up, and stared coldly at the mixed-race girl.
"Ah!" The mixed-race girl jumped in surprise, her whole body recoiling sharply, almost leaping up.
The tall white man beside her shivered when he saw the black snake. His hand instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist.
As a former special forces soldier, his sixth sense felt a strong sense of deadly danger from this small black snake.
Tang Song poked the black snake's head with his thumb and smiled slightly, "Don't be afraid, this snake is very obedient!"
The black snake crawled up Tang Song's thumb, circled it, connecting head to tail, and transformed back into a black jade ring.
"That's amazing, BOSS. Are you really not a Mutant? Is your ability controlling animals?"
The mixed-race girl was full of curiosity.
Chapter 5: Experiment, Factions, Venue
Bob felt his head spinning, like waking up after a heavy night of drinking.
He shook his head and looked up. A middle-aged man in a white coat with one arm was busy at the lab bench, his back turned to Bob.
"Professor!"
Bob stumbled to his feet and greeted the man in front of him.
"Bob, you and Tang did well with the experiment. The regenerative ability of this lizard has increased by 30%. I'll approve your experiment report!"
Professor Connors was hunched over a high-powered microscope, observing cell slides, and said without turning his head.
"Tang left early because he had something to do. You should also go back and rest early!"
Lizard, regenerative ability? Bob felt his head spinning. Their experiment was successful? It was a lizard?
A faint dark figure flashed through Bob's mind, but it vanished in an instant.
"Okay, Professor!"
Bob replied subconsciously and walked out.
"Strange, the regenerative ability of this lizard is indeed faster than others of its kind, but its cell division speed isn't reaching the expected rate."
Dr. Connors didn't pay any more attention to Bob, focusing intently on the microscope. He changed three or four cell slides in a row, but the data he obtained was somewhat unexpected.
Connors was once a brilliant military doctor. During a Federation foreign war, he was recruited and sent to the front lines to perform surgery on the wounded.
One day, the base was attacked by the enemy, and his right hand suffered irreparable damage in a large explosion.
To save his life, he chose amputation and was sent back to the Federation to recover.
From then on, he conducted experiments at the university, abandoning surgery and beginning to desperately research the regenerative systems of reptiles and various aspects of reptile biology.
To restore his severed arm, and also to create human regenerative limbs for medical use, he had been researching how to transfer the genetic trait of a lizard's regenerating tail to humans.
Researching such a project naturally required funding, which was impossible to obtain solely from the university's research funding.
This was also the reason Professor Connors worked at Oscorp.
He was friends with Oscorp's CEO, Norman Osborn.
As the head of Oscorp, Norman Osborn knew how vast the financial prospects would be if this technology could truly be developed.
Therefore, he invited Connors to become Oscorp's Chief Researcher, providing full financial support for Connors' research.
"Strange!"
Professor Connors tapped on the keyboard, performing simulations on the computer. According to the cell division index, the regenerative ability of this lizard shouldn't be this fast.
The more Professor Connors thought about it, the stranger it seemed. After thinking for a moment, he clicked on the lab's experiment recording system, logged in with his credentials, and intended to watch Tang Song and Bob's experiment process.
*Sizzle sizzle sizzle!* Just as Professor Connors clicked on the recording, the computer host storing the experiment recording suddenly sparked.
Connors was startled and recoiled, falling heavily to the ground with a loud crash.
*Puff puff puff puff...*
Professor Connors scrambled up from the ground somewhat awkwardly. At this moment, the burning computer host emitted thick black smoke, directly triggering the smoke detector, and the sprinkler system immediately activated.
...
"Professor Connors, what happened?"
Looking at Professor Connors, who was drenched like a drowned rat, and the burnt-beyond-recognition computer host, the Security Director of Oscorp Tower, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, asked.
Professor Connors took a towel from a nearby security guard and wiped his messy, wet hair, his expression somewhat bewildered. "It might be circuit aging. This computer host suddenly experienced spontaneous combustion!"
"Circuit aging?" The Security Director frowned. "Professor, did this host contain important experiment data?"
The Security Director's heart sank. He knew that for Oscorp's important research projects, to ensure secrecy, they often used an internal network, and data would be stored on hard drives, not network storage.
If important research data were truly lost, the Security Director's brow furrowed.
"No, not that," Professor Connors shook his head. "The hard drive of the burnt host only contained some experiment recordings. The specific experiment data has already been filed and stored!"
Hearing that no important data was lost, the Security Director breathed a sigh of relief. As the head of security for Oscorp Tower, if a major incident occurred, whether accidental or intentional, he would be held responsible.
A spontaneous combustion caused by circuit aging, with only the loss of a computer, was something he could suppress.
...
"Tang, what are you trying to hide?"
In the laboratory, now somewhat restored, the burnt computer had been removed. Professor Connors sat in his office chair, looking at the lizard lying motionless in the incubation chamber, lost in thought.
The computers in the lab had only been replaced about half a year ago, and they were regularly maintained by specialists. Circuit aging was impossible unless someone had tampered with it.
Thinking about how the host spontaneously combusted just as he wanted to view the experiment recording, and the lizard's completely unscientific self-healing ability, Professor Connors had a faint suspicion in his heart.
...
A block away from Oscorp Tower, around a corner, a black extended Rolls-Royce car was parked quietly by the roadside.
Tang Song, wearing a plaid shirt and carrying a backpack, walked unhurriedly towards the car.
A tall, imposing white man, nearly two meters tall, stood rigidly by the car door, dressed in a sharp tuxedo, wearing white silk gloves, and with a short, silver-white crew cut.
Seeing Tang Song approach, he quickly opened the car door, respectfully took the backpack from Tang Song's hand, assisted Tang Song into the car, placed the backpack in the trunk, and then got into the car himself, closing the door.
In the driver's seat, Kane quickly started the car and sped away.
Inside the spacious cabin, besides Tang Song and the white man who opened the door, there was also a young woman. She had a delicate face, slightly messy brown long hair, wore a denim jacket on her upper body and faded, ripped jeans on her lower body, and was concentrating on tapping on the tablet in her hand.
Seeing Tang Song sit down, the woman closed her tablet, turned her head, and asked, "BOSS, everything okay? How did the experiment go?"
Her brown long hair framed a delicate face that held a distinct Eastern beauty, revealing a hint of mixed-race charm.
Tang Song casually took the cocktail offered by the white man, took a sip, and sincerely praised, "Lane, you are the best bartender in the world."
Ignoring the subtle pride shown by the white man, Tang Song spread his palm, revealing a black jade ring on his thumb. "Oscorp's lab is indeed good. The experiment was very successful! My path is indeed viable!"
The mixed-race girl looked at the jade ring in Tang Song's hand with some curiosity, preparing to reach out and touch it.
Just then, the jade ring on Tang Song's thumb suddenly moved. A metallic rustling sound rang out, and with a rustling sound, the black jade ring unfolded, transforming into a small black snake.
The black snake crawled onto Tang Song's palm, coiled up, and stared coldly at the mixed-race girl.
"Ah!" The mixed-race girl jumped in surprise, her whole body recoiling sharply, almost leaping up.
The tall white man beside her shivered when he saw the black snake. His hand instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist.
As a former special forces soldier, his sixth sense felt a strong sense of deadly danger from this small black snake.
Tang Song poked the black snake's head with his thumb and smiled slightly, "Don't be afraid, this snake is very obedient!"
The black snake crawled up Tang Song's thumb, circled it, connecting head to tail, and transformed back into a black jade ring.
"That's amazing, BOSS. Are you really not a Mutant? Is your ability controlling animals?"
The mixed-race girl was full of curiosity.
