Chapter 245: Preparing for migration

Darkness.

There was never-ending darkness in front of us.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were empty, and Anthony, who had gouged them out, gasped and fled the cell. Anthony didn't even dare to treat his wounds, and it was more than ten minutes before a Lu Yuzhu clone came in, cleaned him up, and slowly, loop by loop, put on a snow-white bandage.

The white color of the skin is twisted, the hair of the forehead falls down, and the red color of the eyes slowly dips out.

Pain is natural, but Xie Qingcheng has suffered so much in his life that the pain of digging out his eyes is nothing to him.

Mandela's people put some heart into him, and what can the blind, broken-clawed Cthulhu do?

It's nothing more than a fish on a chopping block.

Lu Yuzhu The clones came and went, the cell grew more silent, the flow of time more elusive. He couldn't even see the sky now.

For a moment, Xie Qingcheng felt as if he had become a machine whose parts were constantly falling off, and the only reason why he was still running was that he wanted to finish what he was doing before he was completely obsolete. After all, after that, it will be eternal night, the stars will go out, and he will fall into the sleep of his life.

He had no room to grieve for himself.

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and touched his eyelid, he was now completely blind--but it didn't matter.

Mandela hadn't found a weapon he was actually carrying by now, and they'd already let their guard down due to his blindness.

He's calm as a madman.

In fact, he's just as crazy.

Over the past twenty years, in order to keep himself calm, he has learned to be joyless, accustomed to not being shocked or angry, he does everything within a framework that allows him not to lose control of himself, and then lives himself into a man with an extreme lack of private feelings.

Yet being calm to the extent that he is, how is it not another chronic disease?

He had lost his parents, his mentor, his brother, his wife, his dreams, his health ...... None of these afflictions had broken him, but he had become one with the pain in this day to day torment. It was as if he had not had a single day of real joy, a single day of actual relaxation, since the passing of his parents and Old Qin.

Later on, the few vivid moments in his life, the snowy waves, all seemed to be given by He Yu.

The last light he saw, the colors, the goodbyes he made to all, were all borrowed from that endless bouquet of blossoms as well.

It was He Yu who made him realize that there were still so many soft things in his heart, hiding so many people who never left him ......

He Yu is constantly throwing stones at his frozen heart, stubbornly and fiercely trying to smash a hole in it and drill it deep inside him.

The youth had rekindled a fire in his heart.

He had lost his eyes, yet he could also see those in his heart, those shining brightly, more clearly than ever.

Because of the presence of that light and heat, he could see the path in front of him.

He knows how to move this game along.

He was not alone, not always.

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"Where's the medicine? The medicine! Give me more medicine!!!"

Inside the heavily guarded basement of Mandela's main building, the little boy in the red high heels is slumped over in his chair screaming.

Anthony hurry up.

His face was still very pale; the gouging out of Xie Qingcheng's eyes had given him a great thrill, and it seemed as if one part of his heart had been filled with this cruel thrill, but another part had collapsed forever.

Gathering his emotions, he quickly responded to Duan Cuizhen's call and, along with a few other researchers, worked hand over hand to intubate him and push in the medication. As the boy's corpse-green face slowly returned to normal, Duan Cuizhen swallowed hard, gasped a few times, and closed his eyes, his chest shaking violently.

"Better, ma'am?" Anthony asked.

Duan Cuizhen waved his hands and didn't say anything.

Anthony then stepped back a little and stood waiting behind her, while he surveyed the basement--

It's even more crowded than it was ten hours ago, and as one of the deepest and most secure laboratories in Mandela's fortress, it's tasked with guarding the core of the force. As a precautionary measure, Duan Wen has now ordered his men to move the most important things into this basement.

So as far as the eye can see, the crypt, which is the size of two soccer fields, displays a reflection of the evils piled up by Mandela's organization over the decades--

More than a dozen industrial water-tower-like devices, each three men high, are filled with tons of RN-13, hearing water, Obey 2, and other banned substances from the Mandela organization. This was the root nest of banned drugs, all the main counter-devices and the largest drug storage point on the island. At this very moment, these sources of evil, which have been in operation for decades, are still rolling and boiling in an unquenchable cycle of reaction.

In addition to these drugs, a large amount of complex machinery had been moved into the basement, devices that allowed Duan Cuizhen to conduct meta-universe experiments. She had recently become increasingly obsessed with divorcing consciousness from □□□, obsessed with transferring the consciousness of living creatures through these machines and into the brains of other living creatures.

Along with these anti-human experimental devices that had been moved to this floor room were several bodies that were important to Duan Cuizhen. Most were halfway through her biological experiments and were being observed for reactions.

One of them is rather special, having been thawed out, and at this moment, she is carefully preserved in a constant temperature and humidity bio-warehouse, and there is even a faint color of blood on her cheeks. That's He Yu's real mother, Vivian.

This is the most precious thing Duan Cuizhen has ever seen on this island. Now that she's been cleared out, it's only natural for her to take Vivian with her.

"Pour some water for me, this broken body ...... really can t last a moment." Duan Cuizhen gasped.

Anthony immediately handed her water, saying as he did so, "Grandma, this boy's body had a certain amount of decay when you transplanted it, that's why it didn't last very long."

Duan Cuizhen didn't say a word, still calming his rapid breathing, the small, slightly greenish hand clutched the glass tightly and finally snapped it down on the table.

"...... Of course I knew it wouldn't last long." Duan Cuizhen clenched her back teeth and raised a pair of child's eyes, but the child's eyes only made the light in her pupils become more and more terrifying, "Wasn't I waiting for you to get me the Primordial Emperor's data back? It turned out that that data was your brother! And you returned with no success! Rubbish!"

The illness made her irritable and she slammed the table loudly.

Anthony had his head down, his face slightly flushed.

Duan Cuizhen of course knew that his accusations against Anthony were totally meaningless, the people protecting Xie Qingcheng were too determined, even she couldn't find the truth, let alone An Dong.

But she just couldn't help fuming.

It hurts too much ...... this broken body ...... She can t even stand up now, she just wants to hurry to get rid of this physical body.

"Are you still not sure he's 100% the First Emperor?!"

"Not yet, but all the tests are being scratched as well, and the results will all be out soon." Anthony said to her, "...... It's just that the First Emperor's physical condition is also very poor. Even if he really is the First Emperor, you won't be too comfortable when you first transplant in."

"Can it be any more uncomfortable than this one?!" Duan Cuizhen's cheek muscles bulged because he was enduring too hard, "And the First Emperor's adaptability is very good, I'll go in first and then do an organ transplant, and with his body ...... there won't be any rejection reactions at all! I can kill the youngest and healthiest people and replace all those healthy organs into the First Emperor! If it goes bad again, I'll just replace it again, it's nothing more than killing a few people ...... Anyway, his body can adapt to anything! That way, everything will be perfect ......"

She said, her face scrunching up a bit more, "No, it's not too perfect, the only flaw is that he's a man ...... I hate men ...... They're all a bunch of stupid things, products of incomplete evolution, disgusting! Even children ......"

Anthony, a big man was standing right next to her, and it didn't matter to her at all.

She is the Mother of Mandela, the source of the power that runs the entire island, and she knows that none of them would dare touch her.

Anthony arched his back and said, "I think that the body of the First Emperor is only temporary for you as well, once you have completely established the Mandela universe and completed the free separation and uploading of your consciousness, a lot of the problems will be solved and you will be able to live in Vivian's body. She is a very beautiful woman, just as she was in the photographs of your youth."

"...... You're right." Duan Cuizhen turned his gaze to Vivian in the biohazard with a look like a spider watching a butterfly that has fallen into its web, "You're right ......"

Duan Cuizhen covets the body.

It's perfect.

Beautiful.

As elegant in a red dress as she was in her youth.

Duan Cuizhen seems to see his own youthful years back in time in this body, and it's a wonderful time. ......

You can't get enough of youth.

She loathes death and aging.

"I'll schedule your transplant as soon as possible." Anthony said, "I've already taken a sample of Xie Qingcheng's eyes for analysis, and the values are coming in fast. As for his two eyes,...... when you succeed in the transplant, we can also completely find another way. His eyes were originally almost blind, and after the body swap, they were originally going to be removed and replaced with new ones. Now that they can be used for experiments, it's not too much of a waste."

He carefully watched the dowager's expression as he said this.

Although this is true, but the removal of Xie Qingcheng's eyes was something he did in a moment of uncontrollable control.

He hated it so much that he originally thought he could take the blood compulsion and claim credit from Tai Po, but Xie Qingcheng directly sacrificed the First Emperor, so the blood compulsion that he made could only be used as a bargaining chip for negotiating with Xie Qingcheng in the end.

But the good thing was that the dowager didn't care about him gouging out his eyes, it was the same as replacing something that was broken sooner or later. She only cared about when she could have the operation.

"How much longer exactly."

Anthony breathed a quiet sigh of relief and looked at his watch, "It's just a few hours away. After replacing his body, you'll have nothing to worry about, you can face the dream breakers properly, and all your problems will be solved."

"All right. Then you go and keep an eye on it, the sooner the better." Duan Cuizhen said in a stern tone, "Late is late."

Anthony owed another, "Yes."

However, just as he had straightened up and was about to excuse himself to go to the lab to look at the samples, three defense doors suddenly opened outside in dripping succession.

Anthony stiffens - it's He Yu!

Even though he knew that He Yu would not care about anything related to Xie Qingcheng now, he had just gouged out Xie Qingcheng's eyes, and he would still instinctively feel weak when he ran into He Yu face to face like this.

He Yu strides in.

His eyes were numb, blood was on his hands and his cheeks were stained, while the device at his heart flickered on and off. He's no different from any of the island's transformers now, and no different from the Lu Yuzhu clones.

He has no self-thought, but only the idea of Mandela, who controls him, and he is an absolute submissive.

"What happened." Duan Cuizhen couldn't tell the emotions from his face, but seeing a murderous aura enveloping his body with blood, a trace of uneasiness arose in his heart, "What happened?"

He Yu Qu bowed on one knee, lowered his eyelashes, and said in a voice that did not have any ripples or undulations, "Mrs. Duan, Chief Duan has ordered me to come and inform you that the transplant must be brought forward as soon as possible."

"Why?" Duan Cuizhen's eyes widened.

"The Radical Chill is lifted, those frozen soldiers are back to normal, and now the Dream Breaker HQ is not attacking, but there has just been an accident, those 2,000 soldiers held in the dungeon used their own methods to break out of their cells, and now they have begun to attack from within us, aiming to cut you down."

He Yu said, looking up at her with a pair of calm eyes.

"I don't know when it will find its way here, we don't have time to wait."

No one expected that the captives would become a factor, and once they broke into the top lab, it would be too late. Even if Duan Cuizhen had tried to escape, she would not have been able to take the heavy experimental equipment and biopharmaceuticals with her, and in her condition, she would not have survived more than a week after leaving Mandela Island without a third transplant immediately.

Anthony did not expect such a thing, he said, "Can't you use the blood compulsion to block one more time ......"

"Most of these vanguard soldiers are elite, better than the rear drive units. They've been trained in extreme willpower, and I can maneuver them for a very short time, breaking free very easily, and a good portion of them are difficult to control at all." He Yu said, "I've tried, and it can't be delayed for long."

Duan Cuizhen sank his voice, "How long do they expect to find this place?"

"Although the basement is huge and it's hard to check it out one by one, but with the current offensive situation." He Yu said, "Three hours at most."

Duan Cuizhen turned his attention to Anthony: "Is that enough?"

Anthony The veins at the corners of his forehead jutted out, and it was practically possible to see through his temples that he was trying to rehearse the program: ''...... We can only take a slight risk, and when the basic tests are done in an hour, we'll start the surgery straight away, and we'll try to solve any problems that arise in the process at any time. But I won't be able to finish it alone this way, and the other researchers are a bit worse in this regard, so I'll need Mr. Duan's help. It has to be him and me together."

Duan Cuizhen weighed in and made a decision--

She couldn't afford to gamble, she had to get rid of this boy body that was going to be scrapped at any moment for later.

She first recalled Duan Wen through her headset, then turned her face to face He Yu : "You go and bring Xie Qingcheng here, immediately."

He Yu took the assignment, "Yes."

Duan Cuizhen added to Anthony, "You go prepare for the transplant."