Chapter 100: Isaac's trap

But soon they found a giant cavity that was hit by a collision in the ice cracked Grand Canyon.
Mr. Isaac and Mr. Eaton immediately took the helicopter.
They stopped at the edge of the hole, and the polar cold wind blew, and the helicopter was turned over at any time.
"Mr. Eaton! The life of the hole is found at the bottom of the hole! And..." A research institute brought the computer to Mr. Eaton.
It was a huge monster, but it looked like it was incomplete.
Mr. Eaton’s pupil trembled and he recognized it at a glance:
This is a s-class creature! This is oh!

"But his life is very weak and it looks like he is dying."
Isaac, wearing a windshield, looked around and chuckled: "It seems that someone has been here before."
"Who?" asked Mr. Eaton.
Eric pointed to the long gully that extended from the distance into the deep hole and said: "This is obviously the trace left after the collision. If I didn't guess wrong, it should be Song Song or ink night. The power was unlocked. I suffered a huge blow. Dr. Jiang and I originally suspected that the cockroach was infected with the virus. It seems that he has been hiding in the Ice Crack Grand Canyon to reduce the activity of the virus at low temperatures."
Mr. Eaton smiled: "If he is also infected with a virus, does that mean that I can get his power like Turin's death dahlia?"
"In theory, yes."
"Let's go down."
"Sir, this is very dangerous," Isaac reminded.
"The danger is no more than death." Mr. Eaton’s eyes suppressed some kind of hunger.
His body was slightly trembling and he could not wait.
The helicopter landed at the bottom of the hole, and as they approached the silver-white giant creature, the smooth and graceful lines implied power. Imagine how powerful it was when it soared for nine days.
"This is really a masterpiece of God..." Eaton sighed with sincerity. He subconsciously remoted his wheelchair and went forward. He had a strong desire to communicate with each other.
Isaac buckled his wheelchair and said: "Sir, this is dangerous. Please don't go any further."
"He can't do it... It's not like the consequences of a virus... He should have been attacked by other powerful creatures. Our luck is so good, if he is still in a state of power, it will be easy for us to Kill!"
"Yes, sir," Isaac replied.
"You have to do what he did when he was still alive."
"of course."
Jiang Jinghang stood not far away, watching the s-class creature whose life is about to come to an end, could not help but reveal a sad look. At the same time, there was a glimpse of the deep inside, and Song Yu was seriously injured, at least indicating that he is living very well now.
Isaac took a special gun and stepped back to a safe distance, aiming at the position of the spine and buckled the trigger.
The bullets carrying a certain liquid rushed out, and the air brought up took the bodyguards standing on both sides. The bullets shot into the body of the beggar, and he struggled with the last breath. This bullet carries the blood of Mr. Eaton, and it quickly spreads through the body, as if to break through his body.
The silver-white body had a layer of gold, and they could clearly see the veins in his body filled with dark red liquid.
Eaton looked at the scene obsessively, clasping his hands to the sides of the wheelchair.
As the scream of screaming sounded like a low sigh, the whole piece of ice was trembled.
The resonance of the ice layer caused everyone to subconsciously lower their bodies to cover their ears, and even caused an avalanche in the distant snowy mountains.
"The body of the cockroach has completely accepted the blood of Mr. Eaton, we can collect his spinal fluid and blood." Isaac waved.
This principle is like the night of ink feeding the blood of Zhou Yu, his blood is compatible with Zhou Yu's genes, so when Zhou Yu's body touches the blood of the ink night, the ink night can easily infect the week. The royal cell makes Zhou Yu evolve. The same example has been reflected in Song Zhi’s body.
Even if the cockroaches at this moment have entered the state of dying, no one dares to go forward.
Mr. Eaton was in a hurry. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He suddenly took out the gun and killed one of the bodyguards who hesitated and refused to go forward.
"Must take out his spinal fluid and blood before he is alive!" Eaton groaned.
Isaac twitched his mouth indifferently, took the gun-like sampler from the dead bodyguard, and climbed to the head of the skull like a rock climber, hitting it in one shot.
The spinal fluid and blood were pumped out.
Isaac looked coldly at the layer of gold that gradually faded away, and the silver-white body lost its luster like an extinguished light, eventually turning grey.
"How do you think you are strong again?" Isaac sighed and slipped from his body and landed steadily.
At this time, Mr. Eaton’s excitement is beyond words.
The helicopter team set off for return.
The snow that fell from the snow-capped mountains fell into the cave like a tidal wave, completely burying it.
At this time, Zhou Yu was collecting blood samples in front of Professor Chen to prepare for the complete unlocking of the ink night.
Looking at Zhou Yu's blood into the reservoir through the pipe, the ink stays on the chin opposite Zhou Yu, and the throat is tight.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yu asked his side.
"It’s so hungry. I want to eat it all the time." In the night, the ink sticked out his tongue and rubbed his lips.
Zhou Yu stretched out his left hand and took a picture on the head of the ink night: "Think less about some mess."
Zhou Yu's blood volume was much higher than that of Song, and with the nutrients that Isaac left for him, Zhou Yu recovered quickly.
"Do you know why Song Yu wants to stay a sigh of relief?" Ink night squinted, revealing a lazy expression like a cat.
"Because he is not the same as he is. He grew up in the environment of human morality. He is his father. He demands himself by human standards, so he can't be a father."
"Just like this?"
"And... in order to attract Eaton’s chairman Eaton." Zhou Yu replied.
"So guess, has his purpose been achieved?" Ink night asked again.
auzw.com "Who knows." Zhou Yu completed the injection of the nutrient and put the folded sleeves down.
Just as Zhou Yu got up, the ink night suddenly took him back, and when Zhou Yu leaned down, the sound of the ink night sounded in his ear.
"Are you sure you should not let me eat?"
"You still have to eat a sandwich made by Rong Zhou."
"That can poison people." The night of the ink showed a poor expression.
Three days later, the Juli Group made breakthroughs in the study of blood and spinal fluids.
Jiang Jinghang sent the pink liquid to Mr. Eaton.
Jiang Jinghang stood quietly as if listening to the trial.
Eaton smiled and looked at Isaac.
Isaac deliberately took out one of the liquids and injected it into his vein.
All the people involved in the study looked at Isaac. This is not just that Isaac is experimenting with their research. Once Isaac has anything different, Eaton is likely to kill all of them.
Isaac closed his eyes, and suddenly he showed his extremely painful expression and fell to the ground.
The researchers frightened for help, and Han Li came to the rescue with a medical team, but only a few minutes later, Isaac’s breathing stopped.
Han Li used various methods and could not save his life until his body became cold. Han Li looked at Mr. Eaton: "Isac... He is dead..."
In the eyes of Eaton’s eyes, the expectation was extinguished and covered with a layer of frost. He turned his face and looked at Jiang’s voyage. He said with a steady but crushed nerve:
My child, I know how smart you are. You do this. ...I want to kill me?"
Jiang Jinghang’s heart was filled with fear, but he still tried to calm himself down.
"Please believe me, my father. Before Zhou Yu was infected with the virus, it was also the symptom - no breathing, no heartbeat, and the rescuer suddenly died after twenty-four hours of death. Now Isaac is also experiencing The process that Zhou Yu had experienced before, the human immune system is resisting the virus, and the virus carries the cockroach gene into his body and infects all his cells to give him the power of the sputum. The immune system and the self-healing system Adapting to each other requires a process of struggle and running-in."
The coldness in Eaton’s eyes faded away:
Then we wait twenty-four hours. If Isaac still doesn’t wake up at this time tomorrow, I think you know what will happen.

"Of course." Jiang Jinghang nodded.
The surrounding researchers exhaled breathlessly.
Isaac was sent to the ward, and Han Li constantly monitored his temperature.
"You should find a chance to leave here earlier." Han Li adjusted the instrument while whispering to Jiang Jinghang, who was next to him. "Isac may be really dead. His situation is different from Zhou Yu. At the beginning, it was fed by Zhou Yu’s blood, but it was injected into the blood of Mr. Eaton before he died."
"But I can't go now. Just let us do what we always want to do, finally." Jiang Jinghang's eyes are as firm as a meteorite.
Han Li smiled.
The night fades and dawn comes.
It was getting closer and closer to Mr. Eaton’s time for Jiang’s competition, but he continued to study his own indifferently until Isaac’s body in bed was struggling and struggling.
His hair was sweaty, and the pale face was full of blood, and the fist clenched the whole body and seemed to be completely shattered.
Mr. Eaton heard the news and sat outside the door of the rescue room. He widened his eyes and looked at the surprise. Isaac woke up again.
"This is a miracle... this is the miracle God has given us..."
Isaac struggled to breathe, like a drowning fish, struggling to swim in the light, and when oxygen finally entered his lungs, he finally recovered the Qingming and sat up from the bed.
He put one hand on his knee and looked awkward, but his eyes penetrated the glass wall and went straight into Mr. Eaton's eyes.
He said to the other person with a mouth shape: I am still alive.
Han Li’s medical team tested the Isaac nervously and effectively, and Isaac pushed them away, directly picking up the pill bottle on the ground and cutting a blood-red hole on his arm.
"Hey! What are you doing!" Han Li cried.
But in front of everyone, the wound on Isaac's arm quickly healed, not even a scar.
This healing ability is several times that of Isaac!
"Oh, he succeeded! He succeeded! He got the power of jealousy!" Mr. Eaton, who had always seemed calm and calm, showed his mad expression and shouted. "Give me the potion! Give me medicine!"

His brain disease will soon be restored like Song Zhi and Zhou Qing!
Jiang Jinghang took the medicine, because too much tension could not put the needle into Mr. Eaton’s body.
Mr. Eaton clasped Jiang Jinghang’s hand impatiently and pierced his needle into his blood vessels.
He closes his eyes as if he feels that the body cells are being swallowed up, his breathing is getting harder and harder, and the intense pain in his body is like being crushed into the gaps of hell.
His bodyguards were nervously surrounded.
Isaac came out of the rescue room, and he slid his hair back, revealing a smooth forehead and a dangerous face.
"You don't really think this pharmacy is useful to you?" Isaac asked with a smile.
Mr. Eaton stared at him with his eyes wide open, and he couldn’t even breathe if he wanted to say something.
Fear and the anger of being deceived are intertwined, like a giant python, to kill Isaac, but Isaac is unmoved.
Mr. Eaton’s bodyguards heard the words of Isaac and they pulled out and grabbed them.
Isaac removed one of the guns and smiled and said: "If Mr. Eaton is gone, who is the one who will take over the Juli Group?"
Eaton stretched his hand and grabbed Isaac's hem. He tried his best to pull him down, but Isaac didn't move.
"You won't be lonely. Cook is waiting for you there. She is the most loyal child to you, you should listen to her opinions."
Eaton’s hand lost his strength desperately, and he turned over from his wheelchair.
His bodyguards found that he had not breathed.
"Don't wait, he is different from me. He won't wake up again."
The author has something to say: I decided to give up the 6,000-word full-time work... I have run out of papers and catch up with the three-yuan work check... I am still alive and free, and I am not forced to take six thousand words to work hard...