The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 104
Beep, beep, beep.

The phone dial sounded in the abandoned warehouse, and the penguin leaned against the dusty wall of the warehouse, with its toes restlessly crushing the cigar butts on the ground.

After a long time, the phone was connected.

Penguin spoke first: "I accidentally bought some information from an intelligence broker, you may be interested."

The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was hoarse and obscure, like a stone disc squeezing sandpaper, ".What news?"

Penguin glanced at Amanda Waller, and said in a low voice: "An elite team secretly formed by the federal government has entered Gotham. According to the broker, they intend to attack you."

"Extraordinary? Interesting." There was a pause on the other end of the phone before he spoke, "Do you have any more information?"

"The broker won't tell the whole story." Penguin said in a deep voice, "His identity is the Riddler who just escaped from the Arkham Asylum a few days ago. I'm afraid you know that he is completely neurotic and lunatic."

"What does he want?"

"As I said just now, the Riddler is a lunatic. He claims that he must see you with his own eyes and have a face-to-face conversation with you, the man who killed Batman, before he will disclose information about the team of extraordinary people."

The other end of the phone was silent again, and when Penguin's palms were sweating and almost dropped the phone on the ground, he finally heard a response.

"Is it the Riddler? I see, let him set a time and place."

Penguin glanced at the expressionless Amanda Waller and the Riddler with a strange smile, and said calmly, "Okay, I'll call you later."

The plan is successful, the next step is to set up the stage, wait for the actors to enter, and under the curtain, stage the fighting scene.

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The basement of the Williams Manor has completely changed. With the gradual increase of experimental projects, Leon had to expand again, digging a full five floors deep underground to house those experimental materials.

At this moment, he was wearing a white coat, standing in front of the laboratory table, looking back and forth at the petri dish with a microscope.

In the petri dish, the cells of Lars Gul-Air were like round and plump pearls, exuding a light and warm light—far more beautiful than the barbaric and rude appearance of its owner.

"It's so interesting. The cells extracted from him have an autophagy ability, that is, the ability to decompose the intermediate metabolites required in the synthesis process, which is stronger than imagined,"

Li Ang said in a tone of great interest: "The function of autophagy is equivalent to that of ouroboros, which helps cells to recycle themselves continuously. If I can reproduce this characteristic on the cells of Baron Sterak, I should be able to cultivate produce primitive meat that can devour itself and evolve continuously”

Rebecca standing next to him could barely keep up with his train of thought—in order to make Rebecca a barely qualified laboratory assistant, Li Ang forced her to study most of the medical books within two months, at least enough to The degree to which a postgraduate dissertation in cell biology is written alone.

Rebecca took a deep breath, frowned and said: "And Lars Gul Al's cell telomerase activity is extremely high, which can ensure that the telomeres will not be shortened after cell division, which is far better than ordinary The ability of cancer cells to replicate is the secret of his ability to stay young for a long time."

"That's right, just the special structure of the Lars Gul Eyre cells will allow me to develop a new type of preparation that is absolutely lethal to tumors, and it is not impossible to even eradicate cancer from now on."

Li Ang raised his head from the microscope, sighed and said: "It seems that I really need to find the Lazarus Pool he mentioned. If I can discover the secret of the pool water, maybe I can extend the life of all human beings by a few minutes." Ten years?"

Lars Gul-Eir, the leader of the assassins, and Baron Sterak, the remnant of the ****, did not know how many things that hurt nature and inhumanity, but their cells contain the ability to break tumors and cancer, and make all mankind The password to embark on the road of immortality is really full of black humor.

Just as Rebecca was writing down the experimental records on the form with a pen, Constantine walked in.

He still looked haggard and desolate, with sunken eye sockets, thick dark circles, and a beard that hadn't been taken care of for several days.

"Ah, you're back." Li Ang said with a smile: "You did a good job a few days ago, how about it, do you need me to improve your body again? I just had a new idea, using magic It can completely replace the original heart with the core, cut out the internal organs, and replace them with an internal circulation system made of steel."

"Don't, don't, don't, please, thank you for being sensitive." Constantine hurriedly begged for mercy with a livid face. He really didn't want to recall the fear of being dominated that day on the dissecting table.

He took out his mobile phone and said to Li Ang, "That penguin called just now."

"Oh, Cobbot?" Li Ang finally remembered the fat penguin, and said casually, "What is he calling here for?"

Constantine swallowed, "It is said that a special task force composed of extraordinary people has entered Gotham, ready to attack you - this news leaked from the Riddler."

Li Ang pouted, and said indifferently, "Do you believe in such nonsense?"

"Of course I don't believe it," Constantine shrugged. "I guess this is a trap. That penguin should have found some kind of backer, thinking it can help him get out of control."

"If you die, you will die." Li Ang nodded and said, "After you disguise yourself, go for a run and see what cards they have."

"Ah?" Constantine's eyes widened, and he shouted, "I'm just a second-rate exorcist with poor skills. If I directly break into the trap they designed, wouldn't that be the end of my life?"

"Hehe, I have shaped a new body for you. Just those scattered strengthening parts, piled up on a wild dog, that dog can become Fenrir,"

Li Ang didn't raise his head, he still looked at the cell culture dish, and said calmly: "What's more, you already mastered enough spells, if you weren't afraid of the terrifying negative effects brought about by those taboo spells, your combat effectiveness could at least be considered High-level, more than enough to deal with some low-level enemies."

Constantine pursed his lips, and still protested: "Then what if I die and am captured?"

"I will let Rebecca follow you, and if something goes wrong, she will help you." Li Ang said indifferently: "By the way, don't kill all those Transcendents by then, drag them back, I will be of great use. "

(End of this chapter)