A few days later, in a secret laboratory inside NASA, a middle-aged man in a white coat was stroking the outer wall of a sealed vessel with his eyes furiously.

"God, this is really 'beautiful'!"

The alien creature in the sealed vessel, which looked like a ball of 'mud', seemed to be able to sense the surrounding environment, so it also squirmed and pressed its body against the corresponding position of its palm, as if it wanted to do something.

"Sorry, I'm disturbing you. Although saying this may make you unhappy, the country has used more than one billion US dollars to create "Life One" and brought back so many balls of mud?"

Seeing Dr. Holland interacting with such disgusting things with a look of fascination, a major general in military uniform next to him said with some dissatisfaction.

"Milt? This is the alien species brought back from that strange planet by our awesome guys at the cost of their lives! Their value cannot be measured by money!"

Dr. Holland said unhappily withdrew his hand, and at the same time, the yellow 'mud' inside also shrank back.

"You'd better tell these words to the officials and families of the victims, and see if they will stuff the mud into your py. Sorry, I'm a little too rude, but if you can't tell me now what these things are and how valuable they can bring so that I can give an explanation, then I will stuff them into your py with my own hands and do what I say!"

The eyes of the major general's eyes were extremely terrifying, like a tiger about to eat people!

Dr. Holland was startled and finally realized the difference in identity between them. Although he had a deep understanding of biology, he had previously studied the body structure of other aliens (Zitaris) in a team manner.

But he is not irreplaceable, and he is not able to offend a major general who holds power in his hands.

He just was just too happy to see the hunt and was so excited that he ignored this point.

So he immediately remedyed: "Sorry, Major General Delong, the initial observation report will come out soon, please wait for me."

After saying that, he immediately ran to the machine beside him and started to operate frantically.

After a while, he reported: "After our initial observations and experiments, these alien creatures cannot adapt to the environment of the earth, or they cannot survive independently in an oxygen-rich environment."

"But we next made a major discovery that this alien creature is actually a parasite, which can parasitize in the host to achieve the result of coexistence."

After saying that, he selected one of the vessels and connected it to another vessel containing the little white rabbit. Then everyone saw the ball of "silt" squirting over it little by little, and then all of them entered the poor rabbit's body in a blink of an eye.

But within a few seconds, the poor rabbit died suddenly, and the ball of "silt" crawled out of its body intact, and then quickly returned to its own vessel. Obviously, the environment that simulated the earth on the other side made it unable to survive. If it did not leave for at most half a minute to one minute, it would die completely.

"So, are these 'mud' parasites on alien planets? Or are they harmful 'pests'? Can I understand this way?"

The major general who had watched for a long time spoke again.

Dr. Holland immediately changed his face and hurriedly explained: "These organisms need to combine with the breathable hosts to coexist in an oxygen-rich environment, so this is not that it is actively killing the host, but a violent repulsion reaction. In other words, the 'blood type' between the two parties is mismatched, similar to organ transplantation, and the biological interaction between two different organisms..."

"Doctor, I am standing here because I want to know what value these things are, rather than listening to your academic reports. So now please tell me whether this thing is useful and what is it? If you still want to continue to study this thing, then you have to give me a reason to help you convince everyone else, so that the sacrifice of Life One is valuable."

He was out of place with the excited and fanatical expressions of the surrounding research institutes, and the major general asked indifferently.

Dr. Holland knew that the crash of Life One put great pressure on the military. After all, it involved the whereabouts of billions of dollars, as well as the investment of tens of billions or even tens of billions of dollars in the future.

A country cannot be decided by one person. If there is a struggle between parties, the exchange of interests and interests, there will be someone who supports a proposal and someone who will definitely oppose it.

If more than one billion US dollars are wasted, those opposition parties with different opinions will definitely take the opportunity to attack. Even if they are their own people, someone will definitely need to stand up and take the blame.

Obviously, this major general is the candidate who is most likely to be introduced to take the blame. He has a high status, but it is not particularly important. He is a good seedling to take the blame.

Thinking of this, the major general was able to understand that he stayed here so urgently and had to ask for an explanation.

The effect of these balls of "mud" brought back by Life One will determine whether he is the blame or a shiny golden pot!

If the statements of Dr. Holland and others cannot satisfy him, then he will naturally not make them feel better.

So Dr. Holland gritted his teeth and directly expressed his unconfirmed view.

"Cosmic Warrior! This is the name I gave to my next plan. Since this alien creature can adapt to the oxygen-rich environment of the earth through symbiosis, then in turn, can we humans also survive on the other planet without any equipment with this unique symbiosis relationship!?"

"And I personally think that once this alien creature finds a matching host, it will definitely give us greater surprises, such as the super soldier created by transcendent warrior serum!"

After saying that, Dr. Holland lowered his head in shame. As a scientific researcher, he should not exaggerate unproven speculations, but should pursue rigor and truth from facts.

But there is no way. If he wants to continue to study this thing, he must make them seem to have the value of existence and research. After all, this is exchanged for more than one billion US dollars and the lives of 6 astronauts!

After listening to Dr. Holland's "Drawing Big Bread", the major general was not angry, but his eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!