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"Marvel's Magnetic Field Rotation"
That blood sample undoubtedly came from Wei Xiuming himself, after all, he was the only one in this universe carrying the X Gene.
However, the research on the X Gene doesn't need the Leader to do it. The USB Drive obtained from the Infinite Flow Male Protagonist series contains all of William Stryker's research results accumulated over decades, and even the genetic maps of many people. Doctor Death doesn't care what the Leader researches, unless he truly reaches the level of a cosmic god and uncovers the secrets left behind by the Celestial Group.
Doctor Death frowned, saying with a hint of anger, "Enough. The task I gave you is to clone a complete body using these blood samples, not to conduct any genetic research."
Upon hearing this, the Leader pointed in a certain direction of the laboratory, and the camera there followed his gaze.
In the place he arrived at, a bizarre mass of flesh was soaking in a cylindrical culture tank. It was deformed and twisted, with bones and muscles turned upside down, and internal organs functioning independently outside the body. The lateral muscles writhed in the biological culture medium like tentacles. This scene only appears in cut movies, and just one glance at it can almost make people lose their minds.
"I'm sorry, I've tried every method and every means possible, but I still can't mold it into a healthy body. This is the closest I've come to success out of all the results."
The Leader said with considerable regret that the clone's behavior proved his failure.
This regret is genuine. Although he kept talking about deciphering the secrets of the X Gene, his research was only superficial and could not be applied in practice. It was like a math idiot looking up the answer and finding that the answer was C, but not understanding the calculation and derivation process at all.
He, who was capable of mass-producing Bruce Banner's blood samples, is now unable to even perform the simplest cloning. The cloned embryos develop into bizarre forms at a certain stage. Now, this monstrous creature is actually the closest to a human among the finished products. The other clones have been humanely destroyed by him.
It's as if this gene fragment is restricted by some force, unable to be deciphered or replicated, as if God has set up a forbidden zone for it.
Looking at the object, Doctor Death remained expressionless. He was not surprised by the result. Wei Xiuming himself had been researching his own cells for a long time, and had even accidentally created something like Amazon Cells, but he had never been able to successfully clone his own cells.
At first, Wei Xiuming thought that his research had limitations, that his thinking had gone into a dead end, and that his incomplete consideration of the problem had led to the failure of cloning. Later, he guessed that the two companies had not reached an agreement on copyright issues, that his appearance as a Mutants in this universe was purely accidental, and that the rules of the universe did not allow him to create another clone.
His solution was to find a life sciences scientist to carry out the cloning work, and Samuel Stern was undoubtedly a good choice, especially after his potential as a Mutant was discovered.
However, it now appears that a clone that meets Doctor Death's requirements cannot be easily created.
The biological components of Doctor Death's body are nearing collapse due to repeated use of power exceeding limits. It is barely maintained by the self-healing ability granted by the Deathbird's genes, making a replacement body an urgent matter.
The body cloned by the Leader wasn't perfect, but it was sufficient. Combined with the new mechanical skeleton, it became a new body.
For Doctor Death, the body is merely a vessel; consciousness is the essence.
"The Leader, as a fellow scientist, I should remind you." Doctor Death crossed his arms, his voice tinged with coldness. "I used to work with someone who used the boss's resources to do his own research. The boss supported his research with all the resources, even bringing him to the brink of bankruptcy, but that person embezzled the research results and gave them as a gift to his son."
Having his thoughts exposed, the Leader didn't show any unusual expression. Instead, he pressed on, "And then what happened to that person in the end?"
"What else could it be? Dead," Doctor Death said. "Just a trivial addendum to a deal. That former colleague and his wife, their protectors, and the entire crew and passengers of the flight—all died in a plane crash, of course, before the plane crashed."
Doctor Death was referring to the Parker couple, but by concealing key details, it sounded as if they had betrayed the SHOCKER organization.
"Furthermore... you used SHOCKER's resources to complete your research, which the Great Leader and I don't mind; it's an organizational benefit." Doctor Death raised his head slightly, speaking with an arrogant air, "However, you disregarded SHOCKER's orders and privately misappropriated important assets, which is unacceptable."
"SHOCKER's technology is ahead of the outside world, you should have noticed that. Whether it's biotechnology or mechanical engineering, apart from a few laboratories that spare no expense, almost no one can compare." Doctor Death: "So, why don't we prepare for the possibility that someone might steal our stuff and then defect from the organization?"
As Doctor Death finished speaking, the Leader suddenly felt his skin become sensitive. The fabric of his clothes, which was usually very soft and comfortable, was now rough like sandpaper. With each breath, it gently rubbed against him, making him feel as if someone was scraping away his flesh bit by bit with a file.
The breathing mask fixed to his face felt like a hydraulic press, constantly flattening his head. He even had the illusion that his skull was deforming under the immense pressure.
Not to mention the pre-embedded needles in the veins of his arm for administering nutrient solutions. The Leader felt as if there was a blood-sucking vine in his arm, constantly expanding and growing by drawing blood from him, until it burst his flesh.
Then there's hearing; each heartbeat is like thunder, the sound of blood being pumped by the heart and flowing through the blood vessels is in sync with the waves of a great river, and the air inhaled through the mouth and nose during breathing is almost in sync with the howling of a gale.
Finally, the air entering his lungs and undergoing a displacement reaction in the alveoli made the Leader feel as if someone was pouring highly corrosive acid into his lungs.
The Leader wanted to beg for mercy, but the pain from the vibration of his vocal cords almost caused him to go into shock.
"Do you think this punishment will instill fear in you and restrain your future behavior?" Doctor Death snapped his the Snap, and the strange phenomena on the Leader disappeared instantly, but the feeling remained in his brain, and the pain still lingered.
After a long while, the Leader finally answered, panting, "I was wrong!"
Doctor Death scoffed and said, "This is just a mild punishment. The real price of betrayal is far more brutal. Don't even think about trying to break our methods; you can't do it."
"I will send someone to take over the clone. Be prepared for the handover. Hulk's blood sample will be delivered to you soon. Then you can focus on your gamma cell research."