Sayya smiled sweetly.

She looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slightly baby fat face with innocent childishness, her light green waist-length hair and bright eyes and white teeth complement each other, making her look brighter and more energetic.

Her long skirt, more accurately, was a suspender skirt woven from mineralized bone tissue, hung lazily on her slender shoulders, and her clear and delicate collarbone was dazzlingly white.

"Vomit~"

Saye lightly opened his teeth and spitted a ball of meat mixed with mouse hair into his hands.

The meat ball was red and black. If you look closely, you can vaguely see half of the uneducated tail.

Shayer tilted his head and thought for a moment. Just as he was about to swallow the meat ball again, Bain slapped it away, pinched the back of her neck, and turned around and walked into the laboratory.

Sebastian looked at the door sign marked "Biochemistry and Cell Biology Laboratory" in the laboratory and remained silent. He suddenly realized that his future fate might be extremely bad.

The fact was indeed as he thought. Charles pushed his wheelchair and continued to move forward, turning one corner after another, and came to the "Regenerative Medicine Laboratory."

Professor Charles knocked on the door, and a "please come in" came from inside the door.

This is a very clean and tidy office, and all the furnishings are arranged in an orderly manner.

The most conspicuous thing is naturally several white boards placed around the desk. Those white boards are densely painted with simple sketches of various organs. Not only humans, but also the internal organ patterns of other animals, which look extremely complicated and complicated.

There are goose yellow paper stickers on the corners of each white board, and a line of small words are written on it.

"Atast Monk Human Body Reform Plan"

Dr. Stephen Strange stood in the center of these whiteboards, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, but his whole body was filled with high excitement.

"The bone-strengthening organ implanted into the subject's body must monitor the subject's physiological condition in real time and secrete hormones for bone healing and strengthening..."

Dr. Strange said to himself almost like a madman: "Not only that, the new bone tissue cultivated by bone-strengthening organs must also be able to absorb ceramic compounds added to the subject's rations.

In this way, in just two years, the subject's chest cavity will become bone-like, and the ribs will become bone plates, overlapping each other, enhancing the upper limit of output that the body can withstand..."

After saying that, he rushed to the front of the whiteboard again, "In order to enhance his viability, a large organ must be implanted in the chest cavity, which can be used as the tail of the pre-digestible head. In this way, subjects who have undergone modification can easily digest substances that were originally indigested..."

He was so focused that Professor Charles, a visitor, had to cough heavily before pulling Dr. Strange back from the world of personal fantasy.

"Uh, sorry, Professor Charles, I'm distracted."

Dr. Strange rubbed his dry eyes and nodded apologetically to Professor X. At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at the whiteboard from the corner of his eyes, "Is there anything you have?"

"I'm here to ask you for a tube of primitive cells with mild traits."

Professor Charles sighed and said gently: "But honestly, you need a break, Dr. Strange."

"Rest, yes, I need to rest..."

A trace of confusion suddenly flashed across Strange's face, no longer as high as before - Sebastian knew that this was the result of Charles' use of mental interference power.

Dr. Strange walked back to his desk with a floating footsteps, and took out a syringe and a tube of unknown solution from the desk drawer.

After handing it to Professor Charles, he slowly sat into the seat, raised his head and closed his eyes, and a slight snoring sound came.

Professor Charles was very skillful in drawing the solution into the syringe and carefully draining the air hidden in the syringe.

Sebastian felt something was wrong and said in a deep voice: "Wait, what are you going to do?"

"Save your life."

Professor Charles rolled up Sebastian's sleeves with great calmness and whispered: "Your life energy will be drained by Selena. If you don't take any more measures, you will soon die of organ failure."

I think I'm good like this.

Sebastian wanted to resist, but Professor Charles, who had undergone artificial organ transformation, was not as old and weak as his appearance was revealed. Judging from the test results, Professor Charles' bench press data can reach 250 kilograms, which can completely beat the fitness coaches all the way.

So, Sebastian, like a delicate girl, was forced to undergo an intravenous injection, and a whole tube of unknown agent flowed into the blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Sebastian widened his eyes and walked along the underground laboratory. His originally indestructible worldview was completely shaken, and he was even more afraid of Charles, who could be regarded as his old rival.

"It's just a tube of primitive cells with mild traits."

Professor Charles said calmly: "This cell can repair your trauma, stop the blood, and subtly enhance your physiological qualities so that it will not easily collapse in the next experiment."

experiment?

Sebastian Shaw immediately grasped the key to this sentence. The powerful mutant from Hellfire Club, who claimed to be the world's top elite, said in a trembling voice: "What experiment?"

Professor Charles glanced at him and said softly: "Sorry, my main focus is psychology, not variant genetics. The specific situation in this regard may be judged by Mr. Li Ang."

"No!"

Sebastian didn't want to face the demon at all. He grabbed Professor Charles' wrist and almost begged for mercy and said: "You are the creator of the X-Men, the chairman of the Academy Urban Coordination Council. Charles, I know you are a good person. You must save me. I am willing..."

Professor Charles smiled compassionately and said with a bit complicated emotion: "Do you really think the person in charge here is me?"

Sebastian's pupils suddenly expanded, his upper and lower teeth kept trembling, and the crackling sounds were connected, "Isn't it?"

"The reason why I can become the chairman of the Academy Urban Coordination Council is just because my conditions are suitable,"

Professor Charles shook his head and said softly: "I am not the administrator of this city. I am just a portrait photo pushed to the front stage. I can't do anything except as a representative, negotiate with off-campus forces, or as a mascot on the approval project."

Speaking of this, Professor Charles sighed a little lonely, "In fact, I can't be sure of my original subordinates, Logan, Scott, Qin, Hank... who are the people they are loyal to now."
Chapter completed!