A T. Rex Fans the Flames, Two Academicians Fight Over Scrap!
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the setting sun painted the outline of the Ankang mountain area with a warm gold color.
The minibus, loaded with beef, mutton, and vegetables, drove back to the farm compound.
Marcus had just picked up two 50-pound bags of charcoal and stepped off the truck when he noticed a dull tremor coming from the valley behind him.
The pebbles on the ground bounced along with it.
"Enemy attack! Everyone, find cover!"
Sofia Rhodey was so frightened that she dropped the candied hawthorn she was holding and almost slid under the car.
"I said I didn't want to come! But you insisted I come!"
"Now look what's happened! The debt collection team is calling!"
Speechless, Sing Sing reached out and helped Sofia up.
"Hey, Xiao Suo, can't you have a little faith in us? Those bastards were wiped out before they even crossed the border!"
Just as he finished speaking, a deep red head, as big as a truck cab, peeked out from behind the ravine.
A mutated Tyrannosaurus Rex, nearly eight meters tall and weighing over ten tons, slowly strode towards the crowd with its powerful hind limbs.
The students from Detroit were trembling with fear.
It's sold out! A rare, discontinued item!
But how come dinosaurs still exist in this world?
Upon closer inspection, atop the giant beast's head sat a boy covered in thick hair, sitting cross-legged.
The Moon-Boy reached out and patted the Devil Dinosaur's head, grinning to reveal a set of white teeth.
Stephen! Did you miss me?
The Devil Dinosaur grunted and obediently lay down on the open ground.
Its thick tail, several meters long, curls up into a specially made large palm-leaf fan, rhythmically fanning the newly lit charcoal brazier.
"Don't get excited, don't get excited, this is our security captain Devil Dinosaur."
"That's the Moon-Boy up there; he's a real scientist."
Sing Sing took off his suit jacket and put it away, tied on an apron with Pleasant Goat pattern, and pulled out the gleaming Pig Butchering Knife.
"Marcus, put those two skinned Sunite sheep on the skewers. Today, I, the head chef, will show you some authentic culinary skills!"
The blade flashed in the setting sun as Sing Sing deftly flipped his wrist.
The Pig Butchering Knife moved along the surface of the mutton, making a few soft clicking sounds.
Hundreds of uniformly deep and shallow fish-scale patterns instantly appeared on the back and hind legs of the whole sheep.
He opened his Mini Dimensional Box and took out a jar of Da Vinci's special 72-flavor barbecue sauce.
Dip a bristle brush in the sauce and spread it evenly over every crevice.
"Leo, stop drooling! Keep the temperature of your fireball at 220°C and give the lamb a full-body tan, following the rhythm of Little Fear's fan!"
The red-haired boy, Leo, excitedly rubbed his hands together, conjured two fireballs, and moved them closer.
The sizzling sound of oil dripping onto the charcoal fire filled the valley with an irresistible aroma of meat, mingled with cumin and Chinese medicinal herbs.
On the earthen stove not far away, two large iron pots, each a meter wide, were steaming.
Free-range chickens and eight-pound geese from Northeast China simmered and tumbled in the broth, while golden, crispy cornbread cakes were stuck around the edge of the pot.
Christopher sat side by side on a small stool with the head of the 749 Bureau's Medical Department, his eyes fixed on the iron pot.
"Director Wang, I just used my Life Sense to calculate it."
"If I reduce my bioenergy output to one-thousandth and pour the broth along the edge of the iron pot, I can increase the rate at which free amino acids are released from the old hen's muscle fibers by more than three times."
Director Wang of the Medical Department adjusted his glasses, took out his small notebook, and quickly jotted down a note.
"Comrade Christopher's approach has great clinical nutritional value."
"After we finish this hot pot meal, let's go back to headquarters and start a project to develop a comprehensive, high-energy chicken soup production line specifically for seriously injured field soldiers!"
Night completely enveloped the surrounding area, and strings of warm yellow explosion-proof light bulbs lit up the treetops around the valley.
Li Qianhuan jumped onto the stone table from the stool, exchanged a glance with the black girl Tasha, and the two of them simultaneously pointed to the night sky.
More than a dozen plasma fireworks exploded in the sky.
The rain of colorful light falling from the sky illuminated everyone's upturned faces with vibrant hues.
Sing Sing leaned against his book, watching the young people holding hands and dancing the bunny hop around the Devil Dinosaur, his smile lines deepening.
Just then, the encrypted satellite phone from the 749 Bureau, which was tucked in my pocket, suddenly started vibrating.
Sing Sing pressed the answer button, and Uncle Biao's roar came through the receiver.
"Ah Qi, you better come back right now!"
"Those two old bastards, Da Vinci and Jiang Si, got into a fight over the batch of junk you brought back!"
Sing Sing is completely numb. These two are so old, why are they still fighting?
He turned and waved to the Magik who was gnawing on a lamb leg, promising her a bunch of benefits before she reluctantly opened the portal.
749 Bureau Headquarters, Institute of Anomaly Engineering and Bionic Fusion.
Thick smoke billowed through the corridor.
Jiang Si, with his white hair stretched out like a dandelion, is competing with Da Vinci, who has a Mediterranean hairstyle.
"Let go, you superstitious lunatic! This is for developing mecha chassis, and you're using it to modify an automatic toilet plunger? That's an insult to science!"
"Bullshit! You don't know anything! The ultimate concern of human civilization is solving the problem of unobstructed excretion!" Ah Qi personally promised that I would have priority in picking through these spoils. If you don't let go, I'll smash you to death with a solar-powered flashlight!
Sing Sing, his face dark, strode forward and forcibly separated the two scientific old rascals, whose combined age was nearly 130, on either side.
"What's all the noise about? It's the weekend, can't a person just enjoy a peaceful whole roasted lamb?!"
"Which leader in the bureau taught you to engage in real Kombat in the corridor over a few scrap metal?"
Upon seeing Sing Sing appear, Da Vinci immediately put on a wronged expression and went up to tug at his arm.
"Ah Qi, you have to stand up for me! This old bastard is stealing my things just because he's an academician!"
Sing Sing didn't bother with any more words, and pulled out the Mini Dimensional Box to pour it down.
With a few loud crashes, a small mountain rose up on the ground.
Inside were the remains of two cleaved mechanical warriors, biological parts of Clone Wolverine and a cloned Sabretooth, and a high-tech Hover Motorcycle.
The chaotic mess of things left the two of them speechless.
"Listen carefully, this director insists on fairness, impartiality, and transparency!"
"These supplies seized from the Blackheart North America conglomerates are now officially transferred to the Research Department. Whoever can lead the new interns to develop the most cost-effective and practical infrastructure and public welfare inventions will get the lion's share!"
Professor Jiang Si's eyes lit up when he saw the high-frequency oscillating katana; he pounced on it, ready to dismantle its joints.
To his surprise, Da Vinci, lacking any sense of martial ethics, suddenly kicked him in the buttocks from behind.
"Oh my god! It's all my god! Hehehe..."
"Da Vinci! You despicable lunatic, I'll skin you alive today!"
Enraged, Jiang Si couldn't stand this insult.
He raised his hand and shoved Da Vinci aside.
Seeing that the two were about to start fighting again, Lao Zhou was completely speechless.
He pulled down the brim of his hat, then turned and left.
Let them be...
Anyway, medical expenses are covered by the supplementary insurance for scientific research projects; as long as I don't die, it's fine.