Chapter 169 - 153 Tactical Retreat

[Biological Laboratory Research Project Completed]

[Project: Artificial Blood]

[Description: Utilizing the Lizard Potion to activate the potential for bone marrow regeneration, overextending the sample’s ability to divide and differentiate, to obtain a large quantity of blood within the desired cycle]

[Professor Connors’s Research Report:]

[Experiments have proven that the Lizard Potion has great potential in the cultivation of acellular tissues.]

[The experiment collected a small amount of bone marrow stem cells and blood from 7 volunteer subjects, and directed cultivation of bone marrow cells yielded a large amount of artificial blood]

[Using the Anti-lizard Potion for control, it is possible to eliminate reptile cells from the blood, resulting in a healthy mammalian blood mixture with normal proportions, while controlling the division and differentiation speed of bone marrow stem cells.]

[Attempts are being made to establish technical and production standards, and the next step will be to further investigate the effects of the Lizard Potion on non-divisible cells.]

[Advanced research has been initiated: Cultivation of Non-regenerable Cells and Tissues]

[Laboratory’s landmark achievement, Reward Technology Points: 400]

[Cross-Dimensional Transmission deducted Technology Points: 30]

[Current Technology Points: 490]

Lille lifted his coat and placed the 20ml of Lizard Potion stored inside onto the table, along with 10ml of Anti-lizard Potion.

The acquisition of Technology Points is quite slow and precious; every single Point must be utilized as effectively as possible.

Now was the time for them to take effect.

All equipment had been moved to the Hammond Genetic Research Institute (Hammond, having been persuaded to drop the name Jurassic Park, insisted on naming the laboratory).

Professor Connors was there to practice blood replication processes.

Seven volunteers, six of whom contributed a total of 300 milliliters of bone marrow; Peter alone had extracted 200 milliliters, totaling 500 milliliters of bone marrow.

According to Professor Connors’ estimates, balancing hematopoietic efficiency with cell lifespan, this 500 milliliters of bone marrow could produce 3,000 to 4,000 units of whole blood within a year.

But if production efficiency were considered, in three weeks, it might only be possible to extract 1,200-1,500 units of whole blood before the bone marrow cells rapidly lost vitality or became cancerous.

However, detailed data would still depend on experiments; for the first cultivation attempt, grouping would be conducted, and overall, producing 1,000 units of whole blood in 3 weeks was not difficult.

But Professor Connors’s research was designed based on a very rational and safe approach.

Meanwhile, over in Cyberpunk, Lille was about to cultivate artificial blood using the most aggressive methods.

The Bright Family had over a hundred people, but most were out running around; only about thirty people were in the camp—

But these thirty people were willing to donate their bone marrow.

However, Lille only needed sixteen—sixteen people, 50ml of bone marrow per test tube, with 1.25ml of Lizard Potion added.

Right there in front of Lille, as the green drops of Potion were injected, the bone marrow in the test tubes began to riot!

The bone marrow was instantly activated by the pharmaceutical effect, blood flowed through the tube at the bottom of the test tube into several blood containers below, and then Lille opened the valve of another container.

The green in the blood began to fade, indicating the decline of transgenic lizard chlorobilin—

Watching the blood gradually return to normal red, Lille saw another business opportunity...

The chlorobilin secreted by these transgenic lizard cells had a strong regulatory effect on immune function, and based on his own lizardization data, it could effectively prevent inflammatory responses and oxidative tissue damage.

In other words, it was a very eco-friendly immunosuppressant.

If he could steal some bioprotein filters from Biotechnology, Biodynamic, or Moore Technology...

But for now, it was just a thought.

[Detection of cross-dimensional identical production technology practice]

[Similar items in different dimensions can achieve varying degrees of material substitution based on product similarity]

[This feature is free of charge.]

Lille was stunned for a moment...this powerful?

He drew a small tube of blood from type A, and Lille used the system to replace it with a tube of blood from the Marvel World.

Compositionally speaking... although they were the same blood type, there were always some differences between individuals.

This function seemed to add another layer of technological lock to the technology products Lille used—now it would be completely impossible to get anything from these blood samples.

However, it was still the experimental stage, and replacing too much wouldn’t be conducive for Professor Connors to conduct experiments.

It seemed that in addition to technology, there were components from production that were involved as well.

Lille stroked his chin and said to Hatch, the Wanderer’s prosthetic doctor, over the channel: "Come in."

Hatch Spindler, also a medic who had participated in the Unification War, like Carol and the others, they were all soldiers who had nowhere to go after the war.

Becoming a Wanderer was the only choice—even though, by any measure, they were people who had seen much of the world.

But today... they were greatly shocked.

The blood was sorted and stored in different containers, fully sufficient for transfusion purposes.

"This..."

Lille patted Hatch’s shoulder: "Stolen from Biotechnology—that’s why you see, robbery can indeed be useful."

Hatch swallowed his saliva—never mind where the black technology from Biotechnology came from, but you’d need to be alive to use it!

Do you think everyone is like you three freaks?

No... from a technician’s perspective, Lille was far more bizarre than Jack and V.

How could one person be proficient in so many fields: hacking, electronics, prosthetics, biotechnology...?

Wanderers were only poor, but that didn’t mean they lacked experience. Carol felt the same way. After sharing a look with Hatch, the two stopped talking and silently went back to work.

"It’s done?" Sol looked confused, not knowing what had happened inside.

As he walked away from the container with several bags of blood, Hatch nodded, "It’s taken care of. With blood, they’re no longer in danger."

As for anything else, let Burger King, the mysterious figure, be the one to explain.

Although Sol didn’t understand what had happened, he could still glean something from the eyes of his tribespeople.

And no matter what, Lille had saved the person who was still unconscious.

Sol looked deeply at Lille, "We owe you another favor, but there’s still a problem unresolved."

"I get it. Before we can get to work, we need to take care of your trouble first. Go on, tell me."

"Pan’an is leading your men, tracking Mitch and Scorpion through the desert. We have to leave immediately as well; there aren’t enough hands, and it takes time to find a place."

After thinking for a bit, Lille said, "Why don’t we head to the red ochre area?"

With that, both of them turned to look at Navi.

Navi knew it was his turn to speak up. He nodded and stepped forward, "Our place is quite secure and spacious. It’s a small canyon, which provides shelter from the sun—if we block the crevices, we can even avoid aerial reconnaissance."

"A canyon? Is it safe?"

"Safe," Navi nodded confidently, "Don’t forget what our tribe specializes in. No one knows geology better than us."

"But the geology of Evil Land is complicated..."

"I know what you are worried about. I am young, but when it comes to geological knowledge, you can trust me. Unless you don’t trust Hector."

Sol was surprised—Navi’s confident tone made him feel that the boy truly was fit to be a tribal leader.

And a tribal leader, once acknowledged by the other Elders, could also become an Elder of the Adkaduo Clan.

Sol thought this might not take long.

"Understood, let’s go there." Having said this, Sol walked towards the bus that was nearly done packing; his loud voice cut through the wind of Evil Land, "Hurry up, we’re relocating to the territory of the red ochre—cover up with the camouflage!"

The entire camp was filled with tents and carriages in sight, but in reality, these carriages were modified.

When it was time to move, Adkaduo would retract the sunshade tents, and the carriages would fold in their extensions, transforming into large trailer trucks in appearance.

The trucks were loaded with their limited high-tech equipment, such as data terminals, solar panels, and medical devices.

The bus carried their living supplies, provisions, and firearms.

A whole convoy was ready to leave, with several Wanderers pulling up a piece of peculiar fabric and covering both the trailers and the bus.

Carol took out a tablet device and began to operate—

The next second, the fabric took on a mottled earth yellow and light green appearance.

This was a piece of electronic camouflage cloth they relied on for covert movement.

"Camouflage set, radar frequency adjusted, batteries and energy... such a hassle. You two better not die, Mitch and Scorpion—

No problem, Sol! We’re ready to move!"

Carol, sitting atop the trailer truck, murmured as he adjusted the convoy to the traveling mode, then waved at Sol.

Sol said to Navi, "Lead the way."

Navi nodded and was about to turn to leave when Jack patted him on the shoulder, smiling, "I was worried you’d be speechless when you saw other big brothers, but I underestimated you."

Navi touched his nose and just smiled.

"Go on, lead the way."

Under Navi’s guidance, the convoy slowly began moving through the desert. They had to travel a considerable distance, likely until nightfall.

Standing beside Lille, Jack said, "...I didn’t ask earlier, but how do we get back now?"

Indeed, there wasn’t a single vehicle around them now.

West Tuan had been driven off by V, so the two of them now stood alone on the wasteland that was Evil Land.

Lille said with a touch of amusement, "Why didn’t you ask earlier? Now you remember to ask? If I had forgotten, we would have to run back to camp!"

"Hermanos, stop joking. You’d forget something like this? Wouldn’t I look a bit foolish if I asked then..."

"...You’re still thinking about that Lama Armory incident."

"Hey, truly not. We are now big brothers, can’t be acting clueless out here, right? It’s for your and V’s benefit!"

Lille was amused by the tall man.

But indeed, he hadn’t forgotten.

Dakota hadn’t yet shown up in the middle of Evil Land, and he had already made Adkaduo pack up and leave—it wouldn’t do good to have somebody run the trip for nothing.

The sun was rather scorching, and after standing for a few minutes, Jack asked again, "Just standing here then?"

"Just standing here—don’t act clueless. Stand properly! I’ll go to the signal tower and adjust the settings..."

Jack immediately stood up straight.

And then he stood like that for 10 minutes.

The sun on Evil Land really was blisteringly harsh; those ten minutes felt like hours.

Just as Jack began to question life, a car finally arrived.