Jingxi!

Deep in the mountains!

Base No. 1!

This is a coordinate that cannot be found on any map and cannot be detected by any satellite.

A top-secret project was secretly carried out here for three years.

Today is a special day.

The Super Soldier Project, which has spent tens of billions of dollars on the world's top biotechnology today and China's most mysterious ancient martial arts skills, will be unveiled today.

This project is code-named Dragon Thorn!

It's exactly ten o'clock in the morning.

A heavily guarded convoy arrived in front of the dark green three-story building on the ground base through a top-secret underground passage.

Three fully armed reinforced groups directly blocked the radius of ten kilometers. These three reinforced groups belonged to the Gyeonggi garrison troops and ranked first in the entire army.

Above the base, there are also fighter jets directly under the Flight Brigade of the Gyeonggi Garrison. One batch takes off and lands in three minutes, and all of them fly on missiles, forming an airtight encirclement. In conjunction with the four military satellites in outer space, the base is built into an impenetrable fortress.

The ground building is just a disguise. In the secret laboratory of the underground base 300 meters underground, six generals carrying three dazzling stars on their shoulders stood solemnly behind an old man in a gray Zhongshan suit.

In front of them was a huge transparent glass.

Behind the old man and a row of generals were a group of scientists in white coats, all of whom were all focused on the laboratory inside the glass.

In the laboratory, seven naked young men were quietly lying on seven of the world's most advanced nuclear magnetic resonators.

Every man has a clear tattoo on his left arm.

A lifelike dragon was wrapped around a military stalker.

The old man in Zhongshan dress quietly looked at the seven young men, coughed lightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Let's start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of scientists immediately took action in the huge control room behind him.

The young man numbered No. 1 was slowly sent to the MRI, and the data report immediately rang in the hall.

"Muscle structure completion, 97% is excellent!"

"The bone structure is 100% perfect!"

"The meridian structure completion is 90% excellent!"

"The maximum strength peak is 2,500 kilograms, qualified!"

"The value of body active is twenty times the standard ordinary person, excellent!"

"The injury recovery value is 50 times the standard ordinary person, excellent!"

"Mental activity, five percent below the standard value, qualified!"

"Comprehensive evaluation of the No. 1 experimental subject, excellent!"

As the data were reported one by one, the six generals showed satisfied smiles on their faces, and the old man in the middle showed two bright lights in his eyes, and he said firmly:

"Okay! Dragon Thorn Group! It was officially established today!"

The last young man with a number of seven was slowly pushed in, and the previous data was completely excellent, but just when the last data came out, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded:

"Warning! Warning! No. 7's mental activity is abnormal, the highest peak is 70% higher than the standard value! Warning! Warning!"

The entire experimental hall suddenly became in chaos, and the faces of the six generals became very ugly. The old man in the middle strode to a white-haired old scientist, with an expression on his face very anxious:

"Lao Xia, what's going on?"

After the old scientist sweated and determined all the data, the expression on his face was even worse than crying:

"All the data of this kid No. 7 is significantly better than the first six people, but his mental activity is extremely high!"

The old man asked directly:

"What is this psychoactive level, what is its use? What does it mean?"

The expression on the old scientist's face was like swallowing a big mouthful of cow dung:

"Alas, as the super soldier king who protects the country, the mental activity of special forces must not be too high. The standard value we set is actually the execution ability of the order, and the result obtained by combining the loyalty value, glory value, IQ, and EQ. If it is higher than this standard value, no matter how good other data are, it is useless, because the higher the mental activity, the more likely this super soldier will be to lose control in the future."

Speaking of this, the old scientist swallowed and stammered:

"This kid's...psychic activity level is actually more than 70% of the standard value. His emotional intelligence and IQ are all stimulated too high. This...this guy will never perform tasks honestly. To put it bluntly, this...the kid becomes a...genius. If such a guy makes any mistakes in the future, this is...an unprecedented super killer!"

The old man's face suddenly became solemn. He waved his hand and turned to leave the laboratory. The six generals looked even more shocked. They exchanged glances with each other, and then followed silently.

In the conference room next door, the top-secret meeting was held overnight, but there was no result.

One wall of the conference room is also covered with glass. You can see the outside from the conference room, but you can't see this from the outside.

The seven young soldiers with an average figure of 1.8 meters and a well-proportioned figure were only wearing a pair of camouflage underwear, standing straight there without moving.

The meeting started overnight and they stood all night.

The comprehensive high-definition camera fully presents all the details of these seven young soldiers in the conference room here.

The six young soldiers from No. 1 to No. 6, from the time they stood up to now, they didn't even blink their eyes, and they were completely a human body statue.

The last young soldier with the number seven had a pair of eyes vividly on his wheat-skinned face, and his whole body was still motionless, but these eyes were always turning around.

This guy's straight and firm nose bridge kept rising and falling slightly. If he didn't look carefully, he thought he was breathing, but in fact he was twitching like a prank.

Just looking at his eyes, this number seven seemed a little cynical. However, the eyebrows on his eyes were straight like two sword tips, with a sharp aura that was not matched at all with his cynical aura.

"What a headache! This guy blinked 3,759 times and sniffed 9,427 times!"

The old man in Zhongshan looked at the other six generals tiredly, and looked at each other for a while.

What is dilemma?

This is called dilemma.

"Okay, I'll make the decision on this matter. From No. 1 to No. 6, form a Dragon Thorn Group according to the original plan, No. 7... Leave it to me. If something goes wrong, I will be fully responsible. All information on the base will be completely destroyed and executed immediately!"

The old man in Zhongshan gave the last order, then turned around and said to the confidential secretary behind him:

"Go and take No. 7 to my car and go back immediately!"

The six generals looked at each other, but they did not dare to disobey the old man's orders. They immediately stood up and saluted the old man in unison, and then left the conference room.

Half an hour later, the old man got into the car under the escort of a group of bodyguards in black suits.

In the back seat that originally belonged to him, a young man was crossing his legs, lying on the seat half of his body, as if he had cartilage disease.

When the young man got in the car, he didn't get up, but instead snorted weakly:

"Mr., what do you mean?"

The old man sat upright opposite the young man. Although he had not slept all night, he still looked energetic. His gray hair on his head was meticulously combed backwards, and his wrinkles were deep. He looked at the young man with a majestic face and said in a deep voice:

"You were fired!"

The young man had a completely indifferent expression:

"I've known this for a long time! What a bullshit dragon thorn, it's completely nonsense!"

The old man was so angry that his muscles pounded. When he saw the old man, he was so angry that the young man immediately sat up from the seat, and showed a flattering smile on his face:

"Grandpa, you can't blame me for this. I'm a human, not a murder machine. That bullshit data can only be used as a reference at most. You can't beat me to death with one blow, right?"

The old man looked at the young man coldly, as if he wanted to see through him:

"Do you know, what is the result of your treatment?"

The young man was trembling all over, and he seemed to notice something bad was going to happen:

"What is it?"

A sharp light flashed in the old man's eyes and he said coldly:

"After transformation, you are no longer yours. If you do evil, who else in this world can control you? So we unanimously decided to either lock you up for the rest of your life or destroy you humanely!"

The young man jumped up from the seat and hit the roof of the car directly. With a loud bang, he actually pushed a big bag out of the bulletproof roof.

The convoy came to an abrupt end, and everyone was facing a great enemy, but the old man sighed and pressed the communicator at hand:

"It's okay, let's go!"

The convoy continued to move forward, but there was a silence inside the car.

The old man looked at the young man and frowned without a sound. After a long time, he sighed again and said:

"Boy, go!"

"Grandpa, what did you say?"

The young man almost jumped up again, and a trace of nostalgia appeared in the old man's eyes:

"Although you are not my grandson, I was raised by me. Your grandfather saved my life back then. I can't really kill his only descendant with his own hands, right?"

After hearing the old man's words, the young man said very dissatisfied:
To be continued...