Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1189: Assault

Josh stroked his forehead with a headache, his other hand holding a cigarette. He hasn't smoked for a long time, and he's not allowed to smoke in the lab. However, when he looked at the strange gene map on the screen, he had no choice but to use the nicotine in his cigarette to calm his irritable emotions. Otherwise, Josh would probably have been unable to help but pick up something and throw it around.

He had been the director of the Iron Prison Laboratory for more than 20 years. In addition to receiving prisoners from all over the Federation, this largest surface prison supported Josh's research team in their research and development of various biochemical technologies. There were no more than a thousand or eight hundred gene samples in Josh's hands. Josh had seen far too many genes from humans, dangerous species to aliens.

He had even vaguely found something in common between the genes of many living creatures, thus revealing the mysteries of the millions of living beings in the universe.

However, Josh had never seen this gene map before. Forget it, what troubled him was that when he was preparing to use his brain as an aid to analyze a certain juncture in the genome, the reference time given by his brain was all in the unit of a hundred years. Of course, he could apply to the Federation for a more powerful brain matrix to analyze it, but he knew that the time would not be shortened too much.

And this was only one of the node data in this set of diagrams!

It would probably take thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, to completely unravel the mysteries of the gene? At that time, Josh had long since ceased to exist, and he could not wait that long. The project manager extinguished the cigarette angrily, punched the screen with his fists and roared, "Where are the cell slices I want?"

A blonde female assistant stayed out of Josh's private office and said solemnly, "Sir, there's something you have to see for yourself. The refrigerator reading has suddenly risen far above the threshold. We took emergency measures, but the temperature is still rising."

"What? Is something wrong with the machine?" Josh picked up the robe beside him and did not leave with his assistant. Cryostat is an instrument used to preserve blood specimens. It is divided into several areas and can independently adjust the temperature of the preservation unit as needed. Allen's blood sample, the most important subject in the base, was stored there.

Josh quickly arrived in front of the refrigerator. The temperature reading on the screen was rising. Some staff had already used manual refrigeration, but there was still no way to stop the reading from rising. After Josh typed a few commands into the screen and nothing happened, he forcefully hammered the screen and shouted, "Why are you still cold? Open this thing and see what's going on inside."

His assistant hurriedly turned on the machine and extracted the freezing unit that contained Allen's blood samples. A moment later, a rectangular metal box was pushed out of the refrigerator by the robot arm and opened as soon as possible. When the metal box was opened, a large ball of scorching steam immediately spat out. Josh quickly retreated before it was burned. The staff then used the dry ice spray to cool the inside of the metal box. After the water vapor dissipated, Josh saw that the test tubes inside were empty.

Those blood samples actually disappeared!

"What's going on? Did the heat evaporate?" Josh's eyes widened. He had never seen such a strange thing in his life.

The human eye can see very limited things, such as cells or bacteria, is not visible to the human eye, people must use equipment to see these microscopic things. In the microcosm, spores were undoubtedly one of them. When Josh opened the metal box, he didn't know that countless spores were spraying out along with the water vapor and spreading in all directions in a very short period of time.

When people talk and breathe. Under the action of the airflow, these spore particles entered Josh and the others' bodies along with the air, and this process was not discovered. When the spores enter the body, they begin to divide and form a new type of thin breast. If these cells were examined under a microscope, they would look like fiery red sea urchins. These crimson-colored cells had spikes growing on their surface, violently attacking the primary cells in the human body and converting them into substances similar to their own.

As the number of these foreign cells increases, the human gene sequence shifts from its roots. From a biological point of view, such a transformation should have taken tens of thousands of years, or even millions of years. But at this time, the change was quiet and rapid. But including Josh, they do not know that their bodies are changing.

While Josh and the others were discussing where the blood was going, more spores had already spread out through the base's exhaust system and were searching for a suitable host as if they had their own consciousness!

The night breeze was strong.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert area is great. At night, the night wind is strong and cold. However, this was nothing to Fendi. He personally went to the defensive wall, stood beside a high-power spotlight, and reached out to grab the binoculars in the hands of a nearby soldier. In the night vision mode, Fendi could clearly see the area outside the wall. After finding no abnormalities, he tossed the binoculars to the soldier and said, "Keep an eye on me. Don't let any traces slip. If anything happens, let me know immediately."

"Yes, General!" The soldier replied.

After Fendi left, several bright pillars of light intertwined on the high wall so that the soldiers could monitor the situation on the ground. After one of the pillars of light swept past, the sand gradually rose from where it was originally a sand dune and raised a head from inside. This head was covered in a khaki-colored tactical helmet, and there was a camouflage set up on it. When he was still, looking from afar would only make people mistaken it for a grass ball.

The man hiding in the sand moved quickly while the lamp post was far away. He bounced up. Under his tactical helmet was a tactical uniform of the same color. He held a magic energy rifle in his hand and carried a bag behind him. In the night, there were quite a few people like this. They dispersed, wandering in the shadows between the pillars of light, well-trained to get close to the defensive walls of the Iron Prison.

When they were still a hundred meters away from the gate, the leader made a gesture. Even in the dense night, everyone could clearly see through the tactical helmet's night vision. They stopped almost at the same time, and then a few of them took out some weapons components from their backpacks. After quickly assembling, they each had a bazooka in their hands. This was an old-fashioned weapon. It was basically obsolete in front of the constantly developing magic energy armaments today. However, these old antiques also had benefits. That was, they would not emit any energy, nor would they allow the experts or equipment of the Iron Prison Garrison to discover it in advance.

Two of the bazookas were aimed at the gates of the high walls of the Iron Prison, while the others were aimed at the various firepower points on the walls. Under the orders of the leader, the bazooka was fired simultaneously. When the cannonballs shot out with their tongues of flame, the flames and howls attracted the attention of the Iron Prison Garrison. The Iron Fist Legion's reaction was swift. When two cannonballs were detonated halfway by the beam of light from the high wall, the gate and several other fire spots were still hit by the explosion. The fireball formed by the explosion of the cannonball drove the night away. In this relatively open environment in the desert, one could see the flames appearing in the direction of the Iron Prison from a few kilometers away.

Following which, gunshots roared continuously. The surprise team and the prison guards began to exchange fire. The sound of battle completely shattered the tranquility of the desert.

"It's starting."

Mirren whispered. He was on the other side of the high wall of the Iron Prison, opposite the direction of the battle. Behind him were Laura, Regis, and a few other Sirius warriors. According to the plan, after the surprise team attracted the attention of the ground defenders, they would sneak in from the other side of the defensive wall and occupy the elevator leading to the ground surveillance as soon as possible. The real battle would not begin until they entered the jail on the ground.

The ground defenders were just one of the Iron Prison's defensive forces, and the main force of the defenders was inside the prison. In order to prevent prisoners from escaping, the Iron Prison was divided into several separate areas, each of which was heavily guarded by soldiers and experts. The advantage of doing so was that no matter where the enemy invaded, they would be attacked by the defenders. However, the drawbacks were also very obvious. The defenders were unable to discover an absolute advantage in numbers. This gave Mirren and her squad, which was composed of pure experts, an elite chance to attack.

However, this was only an opportunity. Considering that there was a federal general in the prison, it was still unknown whether Alan could be rescued successfully.

But even so, those who had already arrived would not retreat in the slightest. Mirren gave a simple gesture, indicating the beginning of the operation. It was at this moment that a faint sense of oppression came from the night sky. When Adele looked up, she saw a row of high-energy beams piercing through the night sky and smashing into the western side of the high wall of the Iron Prison one after another, knocking out several firespots there in an instant.

Those thick azure beams of light were the masterpieces of high-energy cannons. Borrowing the light of the fire on the ground, Adele and the others saw a speedboat diving down from midair. The cannon platforms at both ends of the speedboat kept firing, and physical missiles began to drop from the bottom. Along with the firing lines of other remote-controlled rapid-fire machine guns, the speedboat opened fire, causing a great suppression on the ground defenders of the prison.

Very quickly, the anti-air turret on the defensive wall began to counterattack. Balls of dense Origin Energy cannonballs bombarded mid-air, continuously creating bright fireballs around the flying ship. The flying ship rushed down with an indomitable momentum. The shield moved at full speed and charged into the sky above the high wall against the artillery fire. A few beams of light shot out from the cannon platform, lifting several air cannon platforms and diverting them away.

At this moment, the cabin door opened, and someone jumped out from the cabin door and jumped several dozen meters into the square in the prison's high wall. Under the fire, Regis clearly saw Horn's calm face and immediately cried out, "It's Grandpa!"

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