"The reason is simple: I'm a person with strong principles. My moral line is solid, and I would absolutely never do anything harmful to humanity," Wenren Sheng said matter-of-factly.
"Can willpower overcome those fungi?" The Chief Director pondered.
"Perhaps." Wenren Sheng nodded.
More precisely, only the fungi under his control displayed such traits.
If he wanted to defeat the Mother Body, he first had to become a Mother Body himself, releasing massive quantities of spores and seizing ecological niches.
"All right. Separate some spores from Professor Hao's body and begin with animal and plant experiments..." the Chief Director ordered.
Wenren Sheng was not surprised by the order at all. It would have been strange if they had not conducted research.
But what exactly had Miken become? Soon, intelligence agents sent over reports on Miken's situation.
At first, the Miken People arrogantly declared that these plants were nothing more than a minor nuisance.
They deployed tanks, self-propelled artillery, fighter jets... and with lightning speed, blasted those mutated plants to pieces on the beaches.
The plants had no power to resist. They could only wave their branches helplessly before rotting away on the shore.
On television, in newspapers, and across the news, hosts and commentators cheered one after another, praising their side's formidable combat power.
Only Wenren Sheng knew that this was like using cannons to kill mosquitoes—completely useless.
A parasitic enemy like spores could not be dealt with by artillery.
Then how could they be dealt with? Over in Miken, it would take a scientist, an old Black man, a woman, and a man.
That was Wenren Sheng's intuition.
A university laboratory in XX State.
"These plants can talk. They can think!" A dark-skinned scientist in his forties said in astonishment to a specimen.
"What are you talking about, Baldwin?