"You're way too strong! How did you do that?"
Sophia and the others had defeated the Black Gun Mercenary Group and finally shaken off their surveillance.
They all knew Huang Ji had done it. Alone, he had wiped out twenty international mercenaries.
Huang Ji shook his head and pointed at the unconscious Alan. "He killed them all. Oh, right, and Babuloso too."
Babuloso smiled shyly. He had killed a few enemies, but it had felt like playing a game—camping in a blind spot and brutally farming AI.
Every enemy who came in died. Every single one.
They all insisted on crouching behind those few pieces of cover, and those were precisely the spots his ricochet shots could reach.
"What are you planning to do with this guy?" Sophia asked, pointing at Alan.
"His body is abnormal, and he has dynamic vision. I might be able to reverse-engineer the Illuminati's genetic drugs from him," Huang Ji said.
Everyone trusted Huang Ji deeply by now, but it wasn't as if they had never tried reverse-engineering genetic drugs before.
"To be honest, Evil Dragon is a superhuman created by the Illuminati. We also tried to develop that kind of technology," Sophia said.
"But unfortunately, we later discovered that the Illuminati has three genetic drugs: Burning Devotion No. 1, Ascension No. 1, and Nirvana No. 1. All three originated from a single extraterrestrial drug."
"The Illuminati went through great trouble to obtain that one vial. They couldn't bear to let anyone take it and only used it for research."
"Even with the Illuminati's technology, it took them thirty years to barely create three incomplete human evolution drugs."
"If we want results based only on their finished products, it could take generations of work!"
"Then let it start with me," Huang Ji said.
Everyone froze,