geneticist

There is no way to change the strength of the teacher itself. "

Suche walked forward slowly following the old blender, his eyes seemed to be firmly attracted by these genetic armors.

As a blender, his soul was instinctively attracted by these dazzling works of art. Although these genetic armors were not activated, they were just lying quietly in the thermostat cabinet, but Sucher couldn't help fantasizing about them. That rigorous and unbelievable genetic structure.

There are two main directions in the development of gene allocation science. One is to transform the abilities of other organisms into gene buttons, and the other is to transform and optimize human genes.

As a branch of gene allocation science, gene armor manufacturing is also the most difficult and most attractive branch. It not only brings together the functions of many gene buttons, but also involves the knowledge of genetic modification. It can be said that it represents the The highest state of blending science.

Generally speaking, only mid-level blenders are qualified to maintain the genetic armor, and only senior blenders are sure to design a new set of genetic armor for the masters.

Sucher never dreamed that one day, he would be able to come into contact with so many different types of genetic armor.

Just looking at it like this gave him infinite power in his heart.

The rules of genes are definitely the most wonderful art in the universe.

He is now grateful to Arslan for his proposal from the bottom of his heart.

Forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart, Su Che secretly made up his mind that he must work hard during the period on the ship, get the approval of the old blender, and try to get in touch with these genetic armors more.Among other things, as long as the old blender allows him to watch from the sidelines while doing routine maintenance, Sucher is satisfied.

With that in mind, Su Che raised his head, and was about to have sex with the old blender, when suddenly, his eyes froze.

In the constant temperature cabinet in front of him, there was a row of activated genetic armor standing impressively.

Sucher rubbed his eyes.

He read it right, it was really activated genetic armor.

Walking forward quickly, Su Che caressed carefully through the glass wall of the constant temperature cabinet, because it was only in the initial state after activation, and had not undergone the transformation in combat state, it looked like a set of ordinary humanoid biological armor, which could not Determine what kind of organism the main gene of the genetic armor in front of you is from.

But that restrained majesty and coldness can still infect Suche's heart.

Sucher could only recognize that this set of genetic armor used a kind of Zerg gene. The material of the armor was smooth and hard, with a faint glimmer of light, which was very similar to the shell of the Siding bug.Because of its extremely hard shell, strong corrosion resistance, light weight and high temperature resistance, Sidingworm was once popular in the Federation and loved by many genetic armor manufacturers. It was not until the discovery of other better materials in the past ten years that it gradually became rare. .

"Why are these genetic armors placed here?" He couldn't help but look back at the old blender.Even with the protection of a constant temperature cabinet, the gene armor in the initial state will cause some slight damage to the armor if it is idle for a long time, and the activation of the gene button also consumes a lot of energy, so the general teacher will only activate it before the mission. it.

The old blender silently watched the row of genetic armor standing quietly in the constant temperature cabinet, as if caught in a distant memory.

After a long time, he finally said, "These are ownerless genetic armor."

"No master?" Su Che blurted out in surprise, and he realized it the next moment.

The owners of these gene armors have probably passed away, after all, they are all old people.

Probably these relics of the deceased reminded him of some sad past. The old blender was rarely agitated. He turned and walked towards the door. The metal mechanical hand accidentally hit the shelf and made a harsh sound.

"Let's go out, I'll take you to where you work."

Sucher reluctantly looked back at the genetic armor standing in the corner. A standard metal identity plate was hung on the front chest of the genetic armor, with the name of their former owner engraved on it.Some warriors will choose to pass on their genetic armor to their descendants as a testimony of their glorious life, but these warriors in the Old Man's Ship probably have no children, and their genetic armor can only be placed silently on their behalf by their comrades-in-arms. Sort out in a constant temperature cabinet.

They are silent, like forgotten statues, looking a little dim and lost in the dim light, silently telling the heroic deeds of their owners back then.

On a metal plaque on the wall was inscribed in ancient cursive script the words:

"In the sea of ​​stars, we have nothing but each other."

This is the end of the memoirs of a famous teacher in the early days of the Commonwealth.His military life is a legend. He has made great contributions to the Federation. He is the idol of countless younger generations. This sentence was written into the entry words of the Federation's soldiers to remind them to cherish theirs. companion.

Sucher could feel the loneliness of these genetic armors.

They are eager to fight and blood, but they can only wait alone in the dusty corner.

Maybe they are waiting for the next hands to pick them up and wear them to continue the battle in the vast starry sky.

Glancing at the back of the old blender walking alone, and listening to the laughter of the teachers in the activity room, he felt as if he understood something, but he seemed to understand nothing.

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Violent elements

After taking him to get acquainted with the members of the hunting group, the old blender threw Sucher directly into the workshop.

Sucher's task is very simple, mainly to help the old blender, and handle the materials for him, and occasionally give him a few low-level genetic buttons to repair.

The workload is not much. After all, the hunting group is just a pastime for these old people to pass the time, and they don't rely on it for food. Su Che checked the records. They only take seven or eight tasks a year, which can be said to be quite easy.

After a few days, Sucher gradually got used to the life on board.

This old man's ship is actually quite big. Up to now, Su Che has not fully grasped the spaceship. It is not clear how many old men Su Che can accommodate, but it is estimated that there must be thousands.But they seldom leave their room, most of the time they are always quiet, and they are used to hiding themselves.

Those old people obviously lack vitality. Every time they see them, Su Che always feels a little awkward and guilty. This feeling makes him very uncomfortable, so Su Che prefers to stay with the hunting group now, even if he is killed by the hunting group. He is also happy to be told by the old man to go around.

As long as Su Che is willing, his mouth is still very sweet, plus he works hard, looks cute and lovable, and the teachers and scholars gradually become more friendly to him.Especially one time, Sucher accidentally ran into a few old people secretly gathering together for a dinner party. I don't know where to get a bunch of barbecue meat and spirits, which are definitely not suitable for the elderly, in order to stop Suche's mouth , the chubby teacher gave Sucher a fat chicken leg as a bribe, and the teacher who had clamored to have sex with the fat old man strangled Sucher's neck pretending to be vicious and threatened him not to tell the old deployment division.

One sings the red face and the other sings the bad face. The cooperation between these two old men is quite tacit.

Under the smirking eyes of several old people, Su Che quickly gnawed the chicken leg, and showed with practical actions that he agreed with them and would never inform them, so he was able to get away.

Just after leaving the secret gathering place of those foodies, Su Che turned a corner along the aisle, and just about to wipe off his sweat, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

He froze for a long while, then slowly raised his head and forced a flattering smile with difficulty.

Half a minute later, several members of the foodie secret society opened their mouths wide. Looking at the old blender who was smiling lightly at the door, they all tried to hide the barbecue grill behind their backs.

"How are your dentures?" the old blender asked gently.

"..." Several teachers lowered their heads in shame.

"Has the blood fat also dropped?"

"..." He continued to bow his head.

The old blender walked around the pile of greasy barbecue, kicked the empty wine bottle with his toe, and his face became serious.

"For the next ten days, all of you will obediently drink nutritious porridge for me, otherwise you will not be able to participate in the next mission."

This is a rather severe punishment. For these teachers who are used to drinking and eating meat in large bowls, the nutritious porridge provided by the spaceship is not as chewy as dog food.But they are hot-tempered but they dare not protest, because the old blender has the genetic armor of all of them. For these weakened old people, without the help of the genetic armor, they are absolutely unable to rely on their own strength to complete the task. task.

Although he had no guts to offend the old blender, some damned little guy couldn't run away.

Sucher tried his best to hide behind the old blender, but unfortunately, he was still caught by a few sharp-eyed teachers, who gestured viciously at him—boy, dare to tell the truth, you have the guts!Grandpa wait.

"It's really not me, he found it by himself, you can't do this." Facing the knife-like eyes of the teachers and scholars, Su Che wanted to cry in his heart.

In the next few days, Su Che's life was not very good. When eating, he could always see those teachers who were caught drinking porridge viciously while squeezing the spoon, as if they were pinching someone's With no bones, Suche had no choice but to try his best to play the role of the old blender's follower and seek personal safety.

Until one day, when he opened his eyes, he felt a pain all over his body. When he got up and looked in the mirror, he saw a big black patch at the corner of his mouth.

Well... finally did not escape.

Suche comforted himself while rubbing the corners of his mouth