Chapter 138: Nirvana

The coyote leaned heavily against the wall and embraced his hands. Although his eyes were fixed on the man who was bombarding the fist test machine, he didn't know where he was floating.
"That new guy must be hiding something from me."
The more he thought about it, the more he cared, the coyote turned and walked out of the martial arts hall.
"Hey! Don't go! Practice with me again." The man who tested his strength shouted.
The coyote turned his head and saw that every punch of the man had scored more than 1,000 kilograms, and said in disgust: "Ah...you won."
The man annoyed: "Don't, you use weapons, we don't necessarily win and lose."
The coyote waved his hand and said, "Kelly, I have something to do. You can play by yourself."
"Come on!" Kelly reluctantly, kicked his feet, came behind the coyote like a cannonball, and blasted his punch.
The coyote turned his head angrily and directly took out a giant silver pistol, which was shot at Kelly.
"boom!"
Kelly was so scared that he raised his wristband and blocked the bullet, but the whole person was still blown out.
"Bang!" On the other hand, the coyote rotated four or five times on the spot driven by its recoil, slipped its foot two meters, and hit the wall.
"Hey, hey, you weren't allowed to use'Silver Teeth'!" Kelly forced, looking at the wristband, there was a crater that was not shallow.
The coyote inserted the giant silver spear, and said solemnly: "Your hand is itchy, it's better to beat the student, I don't want to play with you."
Kelly sat on the ground and said, "Senior students, all of them have stepped into S1. You can't beat them like before."
"Forget it, I'll go and beat the junior students."
"Hey, where are you going!"
The coyote went out and said, "I'm going to see Miosa."
Kelly touched his cold neck and couldn't help shaking when he heard the name.
Musa is the strongest man in the X13 base, even the strongest in New York, and the only Nirvana they have ever seen. An S4 monster.
He is not in the military zone, but in the laboratory building where the students of the general physics department are taking classes.
Wearing a pair of glasses, Musa stood on the fourth floor of a huge cylindrical building, facing the tempered glass, staring at the experimental site below.
There, a huge machine was synthesizing a kind of jelly-like pale golden cream.
These gel fats were piled under the feet of a plastic model by a group of researchers, and the surface of the plastic model was covered with a layer of artificial skin.
Miosa said lightly: "Charge."
In an instant, a powerful electric current was connected to the "jelly", and the jelly immediately moved by itself, covering the model's legs like mud.
After a while, the whole body of the plastic model was evenly wrapped by this gel, with a thin layer, which was almost invisible except for the pale golden skin.
"Test the intensity!" Miosa said again.
I saw dozens of automatic rapid-fire guns extending from the walls around the experimental site, bombarding the model indiscriminately.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The barrel of the gun burst into flames, roaring frantically, and the bullet hit the scene fiercely.
The plastic model was blasted out directly, and wherever the bullet hits, there will be a pale golden light circle spreading along the skin, as if the lake surface was hit by stones.
However, no matter how the bullet hits, the plastic model is almost intact. The golden gel on the surface releases a burst of energy when it is hit by the bullet, which deflects the bullet.
Even the bullet that hit the chest suddenly blew a golden spark across the chest and flew away.
"The support frame inside the model was broken, and it was still under pressure to kill ordinary people." Soon there were reports of damage to the model.
A middle-aged researcher said behind Musa: "At least this version, the sentries can use it."
"Can it be mass produced?" Miosa said lightly.
The researcher shook his head and said: "There is no technical problem, but it is too expensive. One kilogram of ‘nano armor’ can arm a man with a height of no more than two meters, but at least 180 million U.S. dollars is required."
Miosa said: "The cost is indeed too high. Three firepower robots can be built at this price, so what's the use of this thing?"
"It is widely used in the field of space. Apart from anything else, it is much easier to use than spacesuits in terms of pressure resistance and heat insulation, and it can resist super-high radiation... Just add a heat dissipation system and a breathing system... "The researcher said.
"Spacesuit?" Miosa turned his head and stared at the researcher, who immediately did not dare to say more.
"Helich, I didn't ask you to study spacesuits. You said that studying a kind of shaping material that can be implanted in a neural processor will help you improve and optimize the molecular material synthesizer." Musser looked at the researcher. The other party is in his thirties, with panda eyes, as if he is exhausted in his research work.
Helich squeezed out a smile and said, "Of course, this kind of nano smart material can greatly improve the accuracy of the molecular synthesizer."
"I made it into an armor that can be attached to the surface of the human body, just because this immature version is temporarily more suitable as a kind of portable protective clothing. It is very practical for combatants to wear..."
"You can take a set and use it, Miusa. If you find it useful, you can add more funds to me..."
Musa stared at Helixi without speaking, Helixi's breathing was a little heavy, and he did not squint.
At this moment, the coyote arrived.
He said through a visual doorbell outside the office: "Musa, it's me, I have something to talk to you."
Miosa smiled slightly, patted Helixi on the shoulder, and said, "Don't always think about God. Now all resources are concentrated on biochemical technology. You won't have funds for the time being..."
"This nano armor... you can keep it for yourself."
After that, Miosa walked out of the office.
"What's the matter? Coyote." Mosa asked as he walked outside the laboratory building.
The coyote took a deep breath and said, "I want to contact Granny."
Musa stopped, looked at him strangely, and said: "She is on a confidential mission and cannot contact anyone."
The coyote asked, "I know, but this mission has been too long, isn't it? Four months, how long will she be out of touch?"
"This is not something you can ask, Coyote, what if she loses contact for a lifetime? As long as she is in a confidential mission, she can't contact the outside world. Should I tell you this?" Miosa said dissatisfied.
He felt that the coyote was making trouble unreasonably, and the secret mission was the secret mission, so there was so much nonsense.
However, the coyote clenched his fists when he heard this.
What about losing contact for a lifetime? What does this imply?
If Granny died, would the so-called confidential mission status last a lifetime without telling myself?
The coyote asked, "Is she still alive?"
Mosa frowned and said, "I don't know! I said...what are you asking so much for?"
Suddenly, Mosa saw the worried expression of the coyote and suddenly said, "Oh! Do you like Granny?"
The coyote was a little flustered: "Huh? I..."
Mosa said: "I've seen it a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to come to me. Don't forget the rules, go back and wait."
"Besides, she is a sincere sentinel. You have reproductive isolation. Are you serious?"
The coyote said anxiously: "What if there is reproductive isolation! I am willing to protect her with my life!"
"Cough cough cough..." Miao Sa was choked twice.
He looked at the coyote carefully, then left without looking back.
"She is a cat, you are a dog, there is a fart love!"
As a Nirvana, he would not care about some fetters.
As the name suggests, Nirvana lives out of the second life. The number of cell divisions in the human body is 50 times at most, and even genetic mutations cannot add a few times.
But the Nirvana potion can be added to this upper limit 50 times! Life is doubled!
If it is used by an elderly person, he will live younger and younger in just a few years, returning to his youth, the most mature stage of physical development.
Excluding other accidents, the life span of a Nirvana person is between 240 and 260 years old.
So Mosa, one hundred and eight years old this year, is still a young man.
Nirvana potion is very rare, only one bottle per year, and it is only suitable for humans with RH Yin blood. For people of other blood types, it is only highly toxic.
Therefore, the Illuminati are trying their best to improve it. With a little success, politicians and rich people all over the world will be controlled by them, because no one... does not want to live forever.
Countless chaebols give money to the Illuminati every year. It is among them the rich and elderly who are investing in this technology, hoping that they can use Nirvana 2... or 3 in their lifetime.
If in the London incident, the Illuminati had already had a potion for improving Nirvana, there would be no need to negotiate any terms with the ministers of England, who would beg to serve the Illuminati.
Musa has lived for more than a hundred years, and his character and habits have not changed how many times...
The centenarians from the outside world are already unable to do a lot of things. They refuse to accept new things because they know that they will die at some point and no longer want to adapt to the environment.
Miusa is different. He loves new things and is daring to try. He knows that his life is still long, so he who also lived a hundred years old is very energetic and keeps pace with the times.
He also had a loved one, and he was passionate about it, but gradually, he didn't care much about things like love and friendship.
The good brother is dead, the beloved is old, the times are constantly changing, and there are always countless new things in society. Those things full of freshness occupied his heart round after round.
He is constantly adapting to the new society, learning new things, his personality and habits are constantly changing, and there are countless women.
Looking back suddenly, Musa couldn't remember what the heart-piercing woman he loved back then looked like.
Now he, whether in character or appearance, is completely a modern young man with profound knowledge. The experience of participating in World War I and World War II has not made him much vicissitudes.
He not only possesses the powerful physique of the sentinel, but also possesses the super powers of the Ascendant, and even learned countless killing techniques.
At the moment, he is also an excellent physicist and weapon manufacturing expert.
His current desires and hopes are the same as those of Guangming members, he only wants to live another five hundred, five thousand, and fifty thousand years!
"Become strong, don't think about these time-wasting things, maybe one day you can also Nirvana, only by living longer, you can try more fun." Miosa put his hands behind his head and left leisurely.
He intended to give an example with cats and dogs to show that they would not have children.
In this way, any love that has to live to death is false, and there is no offspring. In the end, this love will leave nothing in the heart.
Unexpectedly, such an example deeply hurt the coyote. People are different from each other, so their understanding is different.
"We're just cats and dogs... Don't cats and dogs deserve love..." The coyote stared at Musa's back, a fire of resentment in his chest.
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