Think I'm Short? Come Down Here and Measure Me!

Xu Xi pushed open the heavy-duty isolation door.

The bottom of the door scraped across the floor, leaving a shiny scratch.

The drawing Prism made during his Prism probably didn't even cover a small part of this area.

It was at least three times larger than he had painted.

The entire space has a dome that is twenty meters high, and the four walls are covered with Hive -shaped cylindrical culture chambers.

Recently, the clone, pressed against the glass, with half of its head not fully grown and an extra arm squeezed onto its chest, moved slightly while submerged in the nutrient solution.

Half of his head was missing, but six arms grew out of his limbs...

Each one is more outrageous than the last.

Sing Sing took off his sunglasses, intending to tuck them into his breast pocket, but the frames ended up hanging on the edge of the pocket.

He re-inserted it and took half a step towards the body.

"My goodness, there's not even a person lying down in this place."

In the center of the laboratory stands a three-tiered circular metal platform, occupying the core position of the entire underground space.

Each platform's edge is lined with translucent IV tubing as thick as an adult's arm, all of which eventually converge on a five-meter-diameter spherical main culture device at the top.

The outer shell of the main incubation device was made of some kind of translucent material.

Inside, a tall humanoid silhouette was curled up, its body surface flowing with twelve different colored energy patterns.

Shi Xiaoyan quickly walked to an auxiliary terminal and glanced at the data screen lit up on the base of the main cultivation device:

"Sing Sing, this thing's gene integration rate has reached 91%, activation countdown... no, it's manual activation mode!"

"91%? Isn't that like undercooked rice?"

Sing Sing strolled inside with his hands behind his back, saying, "As long as it's not cooked yet, things will be much easier."

Li Ding'an looked around at the Hive containers. "Are there any dead, worthless things floating in here, or are there any that can still breathe?"

"About half still have a faint heartbeat."

Sing Sing looked around and said, "Stay away from the pipe, don't accidentally cut them and kill them."

Xu Xi looked up at the top of the platform.

"There are people in higher positions."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a familiar woman stood at the very top of the three-tiered platform.

Miss Sinister had long, straight, jet-black hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and her pale skin made the diamond-shaped red mark on her forehead stand out starkly.

She rested her hands on the edge of the control panel, looking down at the four people on the ground.

"Director Zhou of the 749 Bureau, we've finally met."

Miss Sinister's voice came from the surround speakers all around the laboratory at the same time.

His posture was like that of a genetics expert calmly examining experimental samples.

"You're a little shorter than I expected."

"Short? Who said that? Which unit do you work for?"

Furious, Sing Sing stepped forward and pointed at Miss Sinister: "You're standing so tall talking to me about height? Come down and measure me! I'm less than 1.8 meters tall, what's the problem?"

"You're quite the smooth talker; no wonder you could turn my Silver Peak upside down."

Buzz!

An invisible wave of mental pressure poured down from the top of the platform, directly hitting the four people.

"Playing tricks!"

With a flick of her wrist, Shi Xiaoyan touched the ground with the tip of her umbrella, causing the ebony ribs to hum, directly relieving some of the mental pressure on her companion.

Li Ding'an's one arm muscles bulged, and the broken blade trembled slightly.

Xu Xi slightly spread the five fingers of her right hand, and her Inner Qi protected her heart meridian on its own.

Standing at the front, Sing Sing felt a slight burning sensation between his brows as he activated the Delusion-Breaking Dharma Eye that Ling Ling Yi had taught him.

The mental pressure wave entered his brain and immediately turned into a thin layer of purplish-black mist, which was blocked by his protective Inner Qi.

That's it?

Sing Sing Chow tilted his head and picked at his ear. "Hey, bra lady, what's the difference between your trick and trying to blow out birthday candles on a table through a black and white TV?"

"Save your energy. I've heard that industrial electricity isn't cheap in United States these days."

On the top platform, Miss Sinister's smile vanished.

"Your mental defense structure... is it a combination of some ancient Eastern incantation and qigong?"

Miss Sinister looked at Sing Sing's brow. "Interesting. Looks like you chatted quite a bit with that old bald man Charles in New York."

"No wonder you came to see me without bringing a single Mutants. Interesting..."

What he talked to me about is a matter of client privacy.

"But the interesting part is yet to come! I'm here today mainly to discuss some issues related to business management with you."

Sing Sing pulled out a calculator, tapped the keys twice with his thumb, and held it up high, waving it around. "Here, I just did some economic calculations for you, listen and see if it's right."

What accounts are you keeping?

Miss Sinister looked at the calculator, puzzled.

What's this guy doing?

You're insane!

"Cost accounting! Look at your underground lab, the electricity bill for the 24-hour constant temperature air conditioning plus the loss of high-purity nutrient solution."

"And then there's the daily maintenance of these dozens of culture chambers and the clone scrap rate..."

Sing Sing Chow counted on his fingers, spittle flying everywhere. "Plus, all those Killers and Ghouls you hire, basically their salaries and workers' compensation."

"I've done a rough estimate, and the basic operating costs for your operation are no less than twenty million US dollars per month!"

"So what? The monumental achievement of genetic evolution cannot be measured in money."

"What great achievements? A deficit in the accounts is just blatant dishonesty!"

"You invested billions, and all you got were either dismantled into scrap metal or taken back to Beijing to be used as sewing machines. We didn't even hear a sound!"

"The business you've done is so bad, even Wall Street venture capitalists would want to buy standing-room-only tickets and jump off buildings overnight!"

Miss Sinister did not respond to him.

He raised his right hand and gently tapped a red button on the control panel with his index finger.

The Hive walls all around, the two rows of culture chambers closest to the ground, and all twelve glass jars shattered simultaneously.

Twelve unfinished clones fell out of the pile of broken glass and scrambled to their feet.

The moment they came into contact with air, the twelve clones began to expand at a visible rate.

The skin on his back split open, and pale white bone spurs emerged from his spine. His mouth stretched to behind his ears, revealing three rows of fangs.

"Director Zhou, you have a deep understanding of costs."

Miss Sinister stood behind the control panel, her body beginning to blur.

"Then see if the loss of this batch of products can save the lives of the four of you."

Hey! Don't go! The invoice! We haven't issued the invoice yet!

Sing Sing shouted into the air, then shook his head as he looked at the twelve mutated monsters that were closing in from all directions.

"That foreign woman is so rude; we were having a nice conversation and she just slammed the door and unleashed her dog."

"Get ready to get to work, everyone."

Sing Sing put the calculator back in his pocket and casually pulled out Pig Butchering Knife.