Only a Brain Left? Two Bags of Raw Meat and He'll Make You a Female Character

Sing Sing remained unperturbed by Christopher's distraught complaints.

The brain in the nutrient solution trembled slightly.

Lao Zhou raised his hand and gently tapped the outside of the glass tank twice.

"Calm down, Comrade Jacob. High blood pressure can easily lead to a cerebral hemorrhage. Trust the expertise of our specialists in the bureau."

Christopher suppressed the absurdity in his heart and carefully examined the tank through the glass.

"Director, I'm not joking with you."

"My ability is to stimulate cell activity and accelerate tissue healing. But this must be based on the premise that the patient still has the body!"

"He doesn't even have a bone or a ounce of flesh left. Do you expect me to conjure a person out of thin air?"

The brain understood this medical verdict.

The brain, which had been throbbing, went limp and slowly sank to the bottom of the glass tank.

Deadpool leaned closer and sniffed hard through the mask. "Tsk, I smell despair!"

"How about we stick to the original plan, go to the supermarket and buy two sections of lotus root, add some cornstarch and make him a vegetarian chicken?"

"If all else fails, we can pick up that scrap metal from the suicide squad leader and weld a RoboCop metal shell onto him; that would be pretty cool."

Sing Sing ignored Deadpool's ramblings.

He rested his chin on his right hand and stared at the brain-shaped object, pondering it.

The lack of a physical body is a problem; you can't just grab any gangster on the street and slice him up, can you?

That doesn't conform to the case-handling procedures for public officials, and if word gets out, it will affect the bureau's evaluation for civilized unit status.

Etc!

Bioactive materials?

Sing Sing's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out the Mini Dimensional Box and reached his arm into the opening to search.

"No rice, huh? That's easy! This master chef will get you some top-quality side dishes today!"

Sing Sing muttered something and forcefully lifted his wrist upwards.

With two rustling sounds, he pulled out two thick plastic bags printed with the red words "Red Star Fresh Supermarket".

The plastic bag was open, revealing large, neatly stacked chunks of pork tenderloin, which still had a dark red hue.

The bag next to it contained several sections of white vertebrae, each about the size of a bowl, with bright red marrow.

This was the finest meat that had been cut from the three-headed Liger in the containment tower in Utah.

Christopher's eyes twitched as he looked at the two large bags of raw meat of unknown origin in front of him.

What kind of magic bag does this director always carry around?

What normal secret agent would carry dozens of kilograms of raw pork in their pocket when going on a field mission?

Deadpool leaned over and poked the dark red pork tenderloin.

"Ugh! Was this meat soaked in Chernobyl's nuclear wastewater for three hundred years?"

"It looks even more disgusting than the panty liner in my pants that hasn't been washed in three years!"

"Shut up, you don't know anything!"

Sing Sing Chow snapped his fingers and flicked Deadpool's forehead.

Turning to look at the bewildered Christopher, Lao Zhou pointed to the piece of meat on the table and explained:

"Listen up, Comrade Christopher. The brother in this tank is called Jacob. His original mutant ability was the rare 'Intrinsic Molecular Rearrangement,' which means he can control the deformation and recombination of every cell."

Sing Sing said with certainty, "Most of his genes have been extracted by bad guys, but his cerebral cortex definitely still retains some instinctive memories."

"This meat was shaved off from a genetically modified monster; its life energy is more than ten times stronger than that of an ordinary human."

"As long as you use your superpowers to push the biological activity of this flesh to its limit and inject it into his brain, he can recreate his physical body on his own!"

Christopher was stunned.

Using fragments of monster flesh and a human brain, can a new body be pieced together using life energy?

This procedure has completely exceeded the scope of modern medicine; it's even more outrageous than medieval black magic cults!

"Director, this doesn't make any sense biologically. What if the rejection reaction causes his brain cells to burst..."

Sing Sing had no intention of discussing academic issues with him.

He raised his left hand, glanced at his watch, and sighed softly.

"Sigh, I thought we'd hired a capable technical backbone, but it turns out he can't even handle such a basic cell splicing surgery."

"Looks like I'm not going to pass this probationary period assessment..."

"The Five Insurances and One Housing Fund 300-square-meter sterile laboratory are all useless now. I might as well call the bureau's logistics department and have them take this pig brain back to make wine."

Upon hearing "failed the assessment" and "the Five Insurances and One Housing Fund will be voided," Christopher felt a chill run down his spine.

He glanced at the walls around him, riddled with bullet holes, and then remembered the slave-catching team leader who had just been kicked into the air and exploded into fireworks.

If this guy returns me, I'll be chopped into mincemeat by the other slave-hunting teams on the black market tomorrow!

Since the brain is already in such a terrible state, we might as well try anything, no matter what!

"No! Director, this plan is still theoretically feasible!"

Christopher gritted his teeth and began cleaning the operating table.

Sing Sing wasn't idle either, directing Deadpool to do everything he could.

The three of them worked together to clean the operating table, Christopher put on rubber gloves.

First, the two large bags of Liger tenderloin and spine were poured onto the operating table, piling them around the glass tank to form a small mountain of meat.

Sing Sing stepped back a few paces, crossing his arms to make room for the new employee to work.

The Trauma Responder unscrewed the nutrient solution inlet at the top of the glass tank, closed his eyes, and placed his hands over the pile of dark red Liger flesh and blood above the glass tank.

A warm and dazzling golden light burst forth from Christopher's palm.

Golden light, like flowing water, enveloped the entire operating table.

The stench of blood in the basement vanished completely under the wash of this life energy, and even the claw wounds on Sing Sing's back began to itch slightly under the afterglow of the golden light.

She truly deserves to be called a top-notch nanny!

This is a huge profit!

An unbelievable scene unfolded on the operating table.

The fibrous meat and vertebrae of the Liger, separated from their living bodies, disintegrated and melted under the catalysis of the golden light!

Large chunks of muscle transformed into a pure, viscous biological fluid, which, following the energy trajectory guided by Christopher, flowed continuously into the glass tank from the inlet.

"Gulp! Gulp!"

Jacob's brain, immersed in the nutrient solution, trembled violently upon contact with this biomass energy.

Even though Miss Sinister stripped him of most of his dominant mutant genes, the instinct to control his own molecules was etched deep into Jacob's soul.

Faced with this unclaimed energy of flesh and blood, the instinct for survival completely overwhelmed the limitations of genetic defects.

A red glow appeared on the surface of the brain.

Catalyzed by Christopher Muse, the Liger biological fluid that surged in was forcibly broken down into the most basic proteins and molecular structures by the brain, proliferating and extending along the brainstem.

Pale pink nerve plexuses spread downwards at a visible speed.

White skeletal calcium condenses around the nerves, snapping together to form new cervical vertebrae, thoracic vertebrae, and ribs.

"Snap!"

The small glass tank couldn't contain the rapidly growing skeleton, and it shattered with a crash.

Nutrient solution spilled all over the floor, but fortunately, little Jacob no longer needed the life support pump.

A rudimentary human half-skeleton, covered in bright red blood vessels and pink muscle fibers, floated in golden light, devouring the remaining Liger and blood on the operating table.

The Trauma Responder's forehead veins bulged, and beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks.

Maintaining this "creation from nothing" that defies the laws of nature is extremely costly, but his eyes gleam with the fervent light of a doctor witnessing a miracle.

Amazing...

His brain cells were actually reorganizing and rearranging the genes of those monsters on their own!

Sing Sing stood aside, watching the flesh and blood body rapidly filling its internal organs and limbs, and inwardly exclaimed how awesome it was.

Deadpool next to him was rubbing his hands excitedly, pulling out a cell phone and running around the operating table.

"Hey guys! Welcome to the Detroit Midnight Frankenstein Live Stream!"

Deadpool shoved the camera right in front of the body that was growing new skin.

"See that? With a bag of discounted monster pork tenderloin from the supermarket, plus this black guy's golden right hand, he'll conjure up people right here and now!"

"If this video doesn't get ten million views on YouTube, I'll eat the sole of the director's shoe!"

"Remember to double-tap the screen to follow! If the top donor sends a Rocket, the streamer will perform a live performance of swallowing a light bulb!"

As the last piece of Liger bone transformed into pure energy and merged into the body, the golden light on the operating table faded.

A woman's body with smooth, well-proportioned muscles lies on the table.

Jacob Gavin Jr.'s long, brown hair clung wetly to his forehead, his chest heaving violently with the growth of his newborn lungs.