Dragon Race: My boss is Lu Mingze

On an island in the Pacific Ocean, there is a prison named Tartarus.

A female technician wearing a white biochemical suit and a thick mask on her face came out through a thickened door.

Outside were several technicians who were also very well protected, and there was a half-decayed World Tree badge on the biochemical protective suit on the chest.

Kassel College Tartarus Prison and Special Research Institute, the board of trustees bought the entire island, which is blocked by satellites from all countries and will not appear on the map.

"How is her condition?" A researcher waiting quietly outside the door asked.

The female researcher who came out of the thick gate seemed to be very excited.

But under the thick mask, it is not easy to see whether the excitement is due to joy or fear.

She tried her best to restrain the emotions in her heart, and patted her chest with her hand, "She performed very well, and all the indicators reached the peak."

The few people outside the door were also a little surprised, "Really, it's unbelievable that such a creature really exists!"

All of them turned their eyes to the closed heavy door, and there were many uncomfortable signs printed on the door of the door.

A skull with a gas mask and a circular symbol representing nuclear danger.

It was a very large laboratory with white painted walls, and there was only one lonely woman inside.

There was no sadness or pain on her face, just a hollow and numb expression, as if all kinds of emotions had been pulled out of her body.

She was still wearing the black cheongsam that day, and the slit hem revealed a large area of ​​snow-white skin. She was captured by Chu Zihang, the female boss from the French fighting arena.

But she is different from the woman she met that summer. The woman's expression is full of arrogance like a queen, and everything in the world is her maid.

She is the emperor and the controller, everyone is just her toys, and that fighting arena is just one of her toys.

That sad black man named DeWitt was just a test subject that she was slightly interested in. Given time, some very interesting things would happen to him.

But before that, this fighting arena was taken over by Xia Tian.

It's really infuriating.

But this woman was different, she just stayed in this room quietly, without saying a word, without any mood swings, like a walking dead.

"There's something wrong with her genes. Or something wrong with this person"

The female researcher's voice became high-pitched, and everyone around her looked at her, as if someone's hand had squeezed her heart, and they were waiting for the long-awaited answer.

"She is not a natural person, her genes are extremely unstable and may collapse at any time"

The female researcher is holding a recording board and checking her experiment report while talking.

"In other words, she is an artificial human, and will die at any time due to internal problems," a middle-aged researcher asked.

"Yes, but it is still a very worthwhile research object. Her gene sequence is very special, and her end point may be that kind of thing."

The female researcher's emotions gradually calmed down, and she looked at the expectant crowd around her, showing a charming smile.

"Partners, I think, we are about to hold the key to unlock the secret treasure of the Dragon Clan"

There was a clap of applause, and the woman inside the door seemed to hear something. She turned her head, looked like the thick protective door, and stared straight at everyone outside through the steel.

She licked her lips and looked eagerly.

A letter of secret files crossed Kassel College and was sent directly to the desk of the secret party school board. The big stack of white paper files made the old man on the table startled.

An extremely luxurious conference hall. It is said that the conference hall is actually a palace. The chandelier on the top and the corners of the table are all painted with golden edges. It is not gold, but a more precious alchemy material than gold.

Every corner of the entire room is painted with some kind of mysterious pattern, and the paint is made of that special and precious substance. This room is strong enough to resist all speech attacks with a serial number below 100.

Unless the Dragon King comes in person, no spirit of speech can destroy this place.

Under the luxurious chandelier is a round conference table, but there is only one old man on the seat. He is so old that he can't tell how old he is, and the wrinkled skin on his face droops loosely.

He was wearing a crisp suit with a white handkerchief tucked into his coat pocket.

He picked up a pair of bells on the table and rang them.

In an instant, the dark room lit up with light curtains, and the light curtains formed one figure after another.

"hello"

A girl in her 20s spoke first. She obviously just woke up, or was woken up when she was about to fall asleep, so she was still wearing a pajamas.She has a cute expression with sleepy eyes, and her eyes are flickering.

"At this point, may I ask if something important has happened, the school directors are big men who manage everything every day?"

The girl in the gorgeous white silk nightdress was obviously a little dissatisfied with being woken up at this point.

"The most serious situation, there is nothing more important than this." The old, outrageous old man's eyes were cold. Wake up everyone to start a video conference"

He picked up the steaming black tea on the table and took a sip, "Everyone, it's already morning or night, but maybe the second event in the history of the secret party, similar to the mourning of summer, is about to happen."

The Mourning of Summer was the most serious casualty among the elite of the secret party. More than half of the elites of the older generation and the new generation were killed or injured. The tragedy was no less than a big battle.

"Yes, is the dragon riot, what level is the target, the next generation is still the four monarchs at the apex"

Light and shadow flickered, and this time the questioner was a well-dressed middle-aged man with thick gold-rimmed glasses. From the image transmitted by the projection device at this moment, it was known that he was playing with a Caucasian saber.

The blade is slightly curved, the back is slightly thicker, and the length is about half a meter, which is considered short among Russian army knives.

Its tip is double-edged, making it easier to stab it into an enemy's chest.

He unhurriedly took out the handkerchief from his suit pocket, and wiped the blade of the knife carefully, the sharp edge was shining coldly.

"It's really a good knife, but Alfred, now is not the time to do these irrelevant things. Didn't you hear that the situation has reached the most serious time?" A figure at the conference table protested.

It was a bald middle-aged man. From his appearance, he could even be associated with his round belly. He was a little short of breath at the moment, and he was in a bad mood.

Well, how should I put it, the bad mood has something to do with a certain nephew or nephew.

"Is it wrong for the dragon slayer to sharpen his sword? We must always maintain the best condition. Frost, a luxurious family like yours will not understand. The fat on your body looks like a pig."

Alfred Bourbon cleaned his weapon. It was definitely a big killer. From the 3D stereoscopic projection images, he could feel a substantial bloody smell.

"Okay, let's put this matter aside for a while, and there is another more important matter to announce"

The old man who seemed to be dying soon had a ruddy face at the moment, an obvious sign of elevated blood pressure.

A large amount of blood rushed to his head. Without the blessing of the dragon blood, this old man would have died of high blood pressure at this moment.

The people around were silent, they quietly listened to the old man's next words.

"The latest research news from Tartarus, I think we have mastered the secrets of the world." The old man stood up suddenly, his face flushed, and he opened his hands as if embracing the whole world.

Everyone quietly looked at the thick stack of files in front of the old man and remained silent.

Is it true?

Is the era of hybrids approaching?