The storage area of ​​Pier 55 in Elliott Bay is still a familiar location, a familiar environment, and a straight passage. Solan walked happily, and after a while, he saw a young woman standing in front of the corresponding roller shutter door.

It is suspected to be in his early twenties, but it looks like he is just eighteen. His slender silver hair is slightly fluffy, and it is paired with the sharp fox-shaped melon-shaped face. The girl is wearing smoky eyeshadow and wearing a typical punk outfit. She is now looking at the sky like a lone wolf, sucking and spitting with a cigarette in her mouth.

Then, she easily saw Solan's arrival.

"Yeah~"

Ivy Kyle paid his highest respect: "Long time no see, old man, how are you living recently~?"

"I'm so happy without you."

Solan held his pockets in both hands, his face tense, and he looked at him ignoring her: "Tell me, why did you get online with my little daughter? Have you fed her breasts?"

Ivy Kyle leaned against the container, and just smoked the cigarette roll halfway, holding the lower half in his mouth, reached out to get out the pocket of the loophole jeans, and actually pinched out a bag of umbrellas: "I'll tell you if you want me, and I'll guarantee you will feed you milk~"

Solan's face turned purple immediately, and he ignored the other party's slutty smile, and he stretched his face hard, skipped her, turned around and walked into the rented warehouse.

Mai Tosu was standing in front of the anatomy table. The lights were on inside, the generator was working, and the pale human figure was lying on the anatomy table unconscious, and the smell of formalin could be smelled everywhere. Bottles and jars were placed on the long table, filled with milky white nematodes as thick as refills, which could make people suffer from the degree of intensive phobia.

"How is the situation?"

As soon as Solan came in, he said, "Also, why did you drag her over?"

The tone of the latter sentence was so strange that Ivry Kyle outside said aggrievedly: "Ah~ I'm so sad! Our dear Soso doesn't want to see me~ Woo~ Dear Momo, what should you do~"

How could Mai's face not stiffened by this squealing cry, and Solan's expression was even more strange: "I warn you, Ivy, it was fine before, but now I must solemnly warn you that you dare to call me "Soso". I'll strip you of your skin!"

After the words came, he silently handed a look at Mai. The latter laughed silently, shook his head and said, "The dog skin plaster that came up with him on his own initiative can't even be shaken, so let her go. Solan, my dear, come and see our spoils."

As she said that, she was walking around the dissection table towards the ground and stood gently next to Solan.

It was also at this time that Solan noticed that Mai actually sprayed some perfume on her body. She had always been light in makeup, but she actually played with a rich and high-end product, which was really rare.

"Tell me what I have gained since my time."

The time is not long, and the research time is limited, so it is mainly about expounding ideas. Mai first looks like a car show girl. The first task is to ask Solan to take a closer look at what the zombie evolved body that was buried after he fucked her down.

First of all, Martha Walker has always been a fat man.

Solan's first impression of her was naturally that during O'Leyle Walker's beef shop case, she was taken to the police station for inquiries. He was not responsible for that matter, but he also caught a glimpse of this lady, a fat woman weighing 200 pounds. After the identification, she tasted a lot of oil.

But when the showdown came a few hours ago, she was already a big meat ball of more than 300 pounds.

Actually, this is a bit strange, that is, Martha Walker is not a short man, and three hundred pounds is not an exaggerated weight, but she can still have an absolute ball-level figure. There is no doubt that her flesh is extremely loose, and the direct cause of this excessive moisture is, as Solan saw on the spot, countless nematodes are clustered in her body.

"The authentic puppet master I met last time was a black man who was as thin as a pole."

Solan said, "So, that guy just put all the nematodes out and controlled the zombies, and Martha Walker still has a lot of...uh... stock?"

Then the inventory was gone. Solan's attack method happened to be special, with flames on top and steaming underneath, and naturally roasting and cooking the woman's body, whether it is fat, moisture, or nematodes in her body. Although she hasn't killed her, it is inevitable to lose a few pieces of meat.

"Ask me, or ask you."

Mai looked at the unconscious woman and whispered: "This is the third puppet master I have seen in my life. Where are you?"

"Okay, this is a good thing, a damn rare breed..."

The woman was unconscious and suffered a miserable dissection. Although she had not died yet, Ma Yi had her own way to make her unable to move. This period was not long. After Solan walked out of the university dormitory, he just went to the bar before closing to have a drink and rushed over. However, Ma Yi had not only returned from the accident site, but also finished so much work, and her efficiency was really high.

But looking at this pitiful and hateful fat woman, she weighs only about 140 pounds, and the layers of skin on her lower abdomen were peeled off, and the nematodes that were stacked and stored were collected into the bottle by Ma Yi. From this we can see the horror of the puppet master. Even though Solan had burned most of the nematodes to death, the remaining people collected by Ma Yi now were enough to cultivate a ferocious zombie at the infantry battalion level.

As for the cut-out internal structure, of course, nothing is good. It is nothing but dark red blood, and organs that have long been dead but not rotten, which can bring questions to ordinary hospitals and coroners. As for the secrets of puppet masters, this level of research is of no use.

Although the Human Genome Project has been successful, it cannot explain where humans came from. Even if similar means can crack the gene chain of zombies, can we draw any fundamental conclusions?

"After it's useless, let's destroy it quickly." Solan said: "Our focus is on those nematodes, right? As for the radiation tester, you haven't started... Ivy!?"

Even Solan didn't hear her entering the room. Ivy Kyle suddenly sat on a table, crossed her legs, and looked carefully at the bottle full of nematodes in her hand.

"You guys, you must be prepared to deal with the war~"
Chapter completed!