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Chapter 198
chapter 0119 part 1
Chapter 119: Turtles in the Sewer
After a slight tremor, accompanied by a moment of weightlessness, the plane soared straight into the clouds.
The four rows of eight First Class Seat were not full. Besides Tang Song and Fox, two Bodyguard followed in First Class. As for the others, they went to business class and economy class.
Tang Song half-reclined in a window First Class Seat, a black eye mask covering his face, seemed to be asleep.
Inside the Five Yin Pouch, the tornado formed by the convergence of Five Yin Black Fiend grew thicker, and the area of the Space in the middle of the swirling tornado expanded dozens of times.
A silver-gray shuttle-shaped Spaceship filled the entire Space, leaving only a small corner near the tail fin. The poor Alien Queen curled up her body as much as possible, but even so, boxes were still stacked on top of her body.
This Spaceship was precisely the Engineer's Bio-metal spacecraft from the bottom of the Antarctica Pyramid.
Although David the android was gone, he was not part of Tang Song's plan anyway.
After devouring enough flesh and blood, the Restriction Formation inside the Five Yin Pouch was further perfected, and the Space within was sufficient to accommodate an entire Spaceship.
Whoosh! Tang Song's Divine Sense swept through the Five Yin Pouch, his gaze stopping on the Alien Queen. With a thought, a thick strand of Five Yin Black Fiend dispersed a wisp of mist. The Five Yin Black Fiend, which could easily pollute Flying Swords, floated above the Alien Queen.
The Alien Queen, unconscious, did not know that a wisp of Five Yin Black Fiend that could instantly turn flesh and blood into foul blood was floating above her head. She remained obediently curled up in a ball.
Tang Song looked at the Alien Queen, but the Five Yin Black Fiend did not immediately pounce.
After obtaining the Engineer's Spaceship, the Black Goo in the Spaceship's nurturing pods was enough to cultivate hundreds, even thousands, of Alien Queens.
The value of this Alien Queen was naturally greatly reduced.
The black mist floated above the Alien Queen's head for a while, eventually dissipating...
However, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Tang Song's hesitation was because although the value of this Spaceship was high, it would likely take some time for his Subordinate, that group of scientists, to research and achieve results.
With Professor Connors' level of biology, it would probably take him at least a year or two to fully understand Alien Nurturing.
After all, with this Alien Queen in hand, the eggs she produced could temporarily satisfy Tang Song's needs.
Having previously Refined Silver Armored Corpses from werewolves, Tang Song wanted to try what could be Refined from aliens.
If these ultimate hunters cultivated by alien technology were to parasitize inside werewolves, what would their gene become? Would they jump further, have greater strength?
Vampires? If these aliens parasitize them, would they also gain the vampire's weakness of being afraid of light? If not...
Then could the alien gene be used to inversely compensate for the shortcomings of the vampire gene, creating a flawless "Daywalker"?
In the New York Underworld, there is also a type of magic creature called Shapeshifter that can transform into the appearance of people they have come into contact with. If they were used to nurture and hatch aliens, what would be obtained? Shapeshifting Aliens?! Not only that, but these aliens could also be used for weapon refining. Tang Song had experimented and found that the spine that ran through the alien's body was suitable for refining some unorthodox magic tools.
While Tang Song was resting his eyes, contemplating the hundred ways to prepare aliens, Fox, sitting in the seat next to him, was boredly flipping through the data she had downloaded onto her tablet beforehand.
However, unlike other women's interests, the pictures Fox was scrolling through were all related to firearms.
Some of the products were even conceptual products currently being developed by military-industrial enterprises.
Fox and Skye have a very good relationship. Skye is not only a super hacker herself but also manages Tang Song's Skynet Information Department, which includes over a dozen super hacker and computer experts.
There is also an Artificial Intelligence, Red Queen.
As fellow "sisters," Skye had gotten Fox a lot of good things online.
Fox reached out and swiped past a small, silver Palm Thunder Pistol.
The next picture was a black sniper rifle, nearly two meters long.
The picture not only showed this ultra-long sniper rifle but also included its parameters.
Effective Range: 10,000 meters!
Fox's eyes lit up when she saw this range parameter.
…………
In the business class on the other side, the white young man looked at his black person companion who was half-reclining in his Seat, feeling restless as he watched the front corridor.
"You don't need to wait. First Class has its own toilet. You won't have a chance!"
The white young man's expression froze, and he slowly turned his head to look at his companion, who had taken off his eye mask at some point.
"Hey, Mickey, what do you mean? I don't understand!"
The white young man spread his hands innocently and said in a low voice.
The black person pulled down his eye mask, still half-reclining, and said in a low voice, "That sapphire is worth at least two million pounds sterling, maybe even more!"
"You think so too," the white young man said excitedly, "I think it's worth at least three million!"
"So what?! You want to steal it when she goes to the toilet!" Although the black person's voice was very light, it carried anger.
"Have you thought about the consequences, Danny!
Do you think they'll let it go after losing a priceless sapphire necklace! In a confined space like a plane, where do you think you can escape to!"
"I..." The white young man wanted to defend himself. He raised his hand halfway, then put it down, his lips trembling slightly.
"When we get to New York, just buy a ticket and go straight back to London!"
The black person's words made the white young man jump like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Hey, you want to ditch me? No way, Mickey, you can't do that!"
In his panic, the white young man shouted out loud.
This drew the gaze of many people in the business class. Several passengers who were sleeping with eye masks took them off and cast angry, disgusted gazes.
"Hey, it's just a commission from a job, you won't get less! Sorry, everyone! Sorry to disturb you..."
The black person, still lying back, unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, and bowed slightly to the crowd to explain.
After explaining, he grabbed the white young man's head and pressed it onto his knee, leaning into his ear and saying fiercely.
"Listen, Danny, I'm giving you one last chance. If you dare to act on your own again, then after this job is finished, you're out of my team!"
"I promise, I promise I won't do it again!"
The white young man looked sideways and patted the black person's arm with his hand, signaling him to let go.
After the white young man's repeated assurances, Mickey released him.
"Hurry up and sleep, get enough rest. Ash is still waiting for us! When we get to New York, we still have to visit the local boss!"
Mickey took off his eye mask without a word and continued resting his eyes.
The white young man pouted, then also took out his eye mask and put it on.
………………
The Sewer of New York is large enough for four or five people to walk side by side, but the environment inside is hard to describe.
This particular sewer seemed to be abandoned because the subway station above it had long been disused. Sewage flowed everywhere, and from time to time, black rats the size of kittens could be seen scurrying around.
These black rats moved in groups and were not afraid of humans. Their squeaking sounds made this already dark sewer seem even more terror-inducing.
More than twenty Fully Armed Soldier walked inside the sewer. The sound of combat boots stepping on water echoed through the sewer. Even though they deliberately slowed their pace, the sound still reverberated.
"People can live in a place like this?"
Frank walked beside Martin. The stench in the air went straight up his nose.
Frank had seen homeless people sleeping on benches on the street, but he had never imagined people could live in the sewer.
"Sir, some sewers are relatively clean. We don't have anywhere else to go!" Martin's voice was filled with the helplessness of life.
If they had a choice, who would want to live in the sewer.
"Don't worry, as long as you lead us to the place, everything I promised you will be fulfilled!"
Lane held a sandalwood-hilted silver rapier in his hand, turned his head to look at Martin, and gave him a reassurance.
"The newly built dock in New York District 7 needs a batch of security guards for internal patrols, salary five thousand dollars a month. You can bring your friends along!"
Five thousand dollars. Martin was a little excited. This salary was not low, even in a big city like New York.
But, security guard, could he do that job?
Martin looked behind him, feeling a little uneasy.
The pitch black bulletproof vests on the Soldier, their rifles, and the expensive-looking searchlights and night vision goggles.
Chapter 119: Turtles in the Sewer
After a slight tremor, accompanied by a moment of weightlessness, the plane soared straight into the clouds.
The four rows of eight First Class Seat were not full. Besides Tang Song and Fox, two Bodyguard followed in First Class. As for the others, they went to business class and economy class.
Tang Song half-reclined in a window First Class Seat, a black eye mask covering his face, seemed to be asleep.
Inside the Five Yin Pouch, the tornado formed by the convergence of Five Yin Black Fiend grew thicker, and the area of the Space in the middle of the swirling tornado expanded dozens of times.
A silver-gray shuttle-shaped Spaceship filled the entire Space, leaving only a small corner near the tail fin. The poor Alien Queen curled up her body as much as possible, but even so, boxes were still stacked on top of her body.
This Spaceship was precisely the Engineer's Bio-metal spacecraft from the bottom of the Antarctica Pyramid.
Although David the android was gone, he was not part of Tang Song's plan anyway.
After devouring enough flesh and blood, the Restriction Formation inside the Five Yin Pouch was further perfected, and the Space within was sufficient to accommodate an entire Spaceship.
Whoosh! Tang Song's Divine Sense swept through the Five Yin Pouch, his gaze stopping on the Alien Queen. With a thought, a thick strand of Five Yin Black Fiend dispersed a wisp of mist. The Five Yin Black Fiend, which could easily pollute Flying Swords, floated above the Alien Queen.
The Alien Queen, unconscious, did not know that a wisp of Five Yin Black Fiend that could instantly turn flesh and blood into foul blood was floating above her head. She remained obediently curled up in a ball.
Tang Song looked at the Alien Queen, but the Five Yin Black Fiend did not immediately pounce.
After obtaining the Engineer's Spaceship, the Black Goo in the Spaceship's nurturing pods was enough to cultivate hundreds, even thousands, of Alien Queens.
The value of this Alien Queen was naturally greatly reduced.
The black mist floated above the Alien Queen's head for a while, eventually dissipating...
However, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Tang Song's hesitation was because although the value of this Spaceship was high, it would likely take some time for his Subordinate, that group of scientists, to research and achieve results.
With Professor Connors' level of biology, it would probably take him at least a year or two to fully understand Alien Nurturing.
After all, with this Alien Queen in hand, the eggs she produced could temporarily satisfy Tang Song's needs.
Having previously Refined Silver Armored Corpses from werewolves, Tang Song wanted to try what could be Refined from aliens.
If these ultimate hunters cultivated by alien technology were to parasitize inside werewolves, what would their gene become? Would they jump further, have greater strength?
Vampires? If these aliens parasitize them, would they also gain the vampire's weakness of being afraid of light? If not...
Then could the alien gene be used to inversely compensate for the shortcomings of the vampire gene, creating a flawless "Daywalker"?
In the New York Underworld, there is also a type of magic creature called Shapeshifter that can transform into the appearance of people they have come into contact with. If they were used to nurture and hatch aliens, what would be obtained? Shapeshifting Aliens?! Not only that, but these aliens could also be used for weapon refining. Tang Song had experimented and found that the spine that ran through the alien's body was suitable for refining some unorthodox magic tools.
While Tang Song was resting his eyes, contemplating the hundred ways to prepare aliens, Fox, sitting in the seat next to him, was boredly flipping through the data she had downloaded onto her tablet beforehand.
However, unlike other women's interests, the pictures Fox was scrolling through were all related to firearms.
Some of the products were even conceptual products currently being developed by military-industrial enterprises.
Fox and Skye have a very good relationship. Skye is not only a super hacker herself but also manages Tang Song's Skynet Information Department, which includes over a dozen super hacker and computer experts.
There is also an Artificial Intelligence, Red Queen.
As fellow "sisters," Skye had gotten Fox a lot of good things online.
Fox reached out and swiped past a small, silver Palm Thunder Pistol.
The next picture was a black sniper rifle, nearly two meters long.
The picture not only showed this ultra-long sniper rifle but also included its parameters.
Effective Range: 10,000 meters!
Fox's eyes lit up when she saw this range parameter.
…………
In the business class on the other side, the white young man looked at his black person companion who was half-reclining in his Seat, feeling restless as he watched the front corridor.
"You don't need to wait. First Class has its own toilet. You won't have a chance!"
The white young man's expression froze, and he slowly turned his head to look at his companion, who had taken off his eye mask at some point.
"Hey, Mickey, what do you mean? I don't understand!"
The white young man spread his hands innocently and said in a low voice.
The black person pulled down his eye mask, still half-reclining, and said in a low voice, "That sapphire is worth at least two million pounds sterling, maybe even more!"
"You think so too," the white young man said excitedly, "I think it's worth at least three million!"
"So what?! You want to steal it when she goes to the toilet!" Although the black person's voice was very light, it carried anger.
"Have you thought about the consequences, Danny!
Do you think they'll let it go after losing a priceless sapphire necklace! In a confined space like a plane, where do you think you can escape to!"
"I..." The white young man wanted to defend himself. He raised his hand halfway, then put it down, his lips trembling slightly.
"When we get to New York, just buy a ticket and go straight back to London!"
The black person's words made the white young man jump like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Hey, you want to ditch me? No way, Mickey, you can't do that!"
In his panic, the white young man shouted out loud.
This drew the gaze of many people in the business class. Several passengers who were sleeping with eye masks took them off and cast angry, disgusted gazes.
"Hey, it's just a commission from a job, you won't get less! Sorry, everyone! Sorry to disturb you..."
The black person, still lying back, unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, and bowed slightly to the crowd to explain.
After explaining, he grabbed the white young man's head and pressed it onto his knee, leaning into his ear and saying fiercely.
"Listen, Danny, I'm giving you one last chance. If you dare to act on your own again, then after this job is finished, you're out of my team!"
"I promise, I promise I won't do it again!"
The white young man looked sideways and patted the black person's arm with his hand, signaling him to let go.
After the white young man's repeated assurances, Mickey released him.
"Hurry up and sleep, get enough rest. Ash is still waiting for us! When we get to New York, we still have to visit the local boss!"
Mickey took off his eye mask without a word and continued resting his eyes.
The white young man pouted, then also took out his eye mask and put it on.
………………
The Sewer of New York is large enough for four or five people to walk side by side, but the environment inside is hard to describe.
This particular sewer seemed to be abandoned because the subway station above it had long been disused. Sewage flowed everywhere, and from time to time, black rats the size of kittens could be seen scurrying around.
These black rats moved in groups and were not afraid of humans. Their squeaking sounds made this already dark sewer seem even more terror-inducing.
More than twenty Fully Armed Soldier walked inside the sewer. The sound of combat boots stepping on water echoed through the sewer. Even though they deliberately slowed their pace, the sound still reverberated.
"People can live in a place like this?"
Frank walked beside Martin. The stench in the air went straight up his nose.
Frank had seen homeless people sleeping on benches on the street, but he had never imagined people could live in the sewer.
"Sir, some sewers are relatively clean. We don't have anywhere else to go!" Martin's voice was filled with the helplessness of life.
If they had a choice, who would want to live in the sewer.
"Don't worry, as long as you lead us to the place, everything I promised you will be fulfilled!"
Lane held a sandalwood-hilted silver rapier in his hand, turned his head to look at Martin, and gave him a reassurance.
"The newly built dock in New York District 7 needs a batch of security guards for internal patrols, salary five thousand dollars a month. You can bring your friends along!"
Five thousand dollars. Martin was a little excited. This salary was not low, even in a big city like New York.
But, security guard, could he do that job?
Martin looked behind him, feeling a little uneasy.
The pitch black bulletproof vests on the Soldier, their rifles, and the expensive-looking searchlights and night vision goggles.
