Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 503 - 279: Susan’s Secret (Extra, asking for monthly passes at the end of the month)_3
Chapter 503: Chapter 279: Susan’s Secret (Extra, asking for monthly passes at the end of the month)_3
Hearing this, Brian was somewhat embarrassed, "I promised your father that once we had children, we would name a son and a daughter after your surname and then hand them over to your parents to raise, all so that he would help me build the Blood-colored Cannibal Flower botanical garden on my island."
Susan’s face turned dark upon hearing this.
She glared at Brian and then took out a pink reagent: "This was given to me by my mother; it’s called the ’Gift of the Life Goddess.’"
Brian took it, opened it, and sniffed it, then quickly sealed the test tube and moved it away: "This thing smells like some kind of potent aphrodisiac hormone factor."
The effects were very strong.
He sniffed it, and if he didn’t control himself on purpose, his body would start reacting.
Susan nodded, "Yes, it’s an enhancement-type aphrodisiac, about fifty times more effective than a normal one. I was just curious and took a sniff earlier, and that’s why I became a bit impulsive today. The effects feel good, other than being a bit tired, I feel pretty lively right now."
Brian sighed slightly upon hearing this.
Old ox plowing the field.
The one who always suffers is the old ox!
He handed the test tube back to Susan: "I think we don’t need this thing, by the way, you mentioned earlier that your heart integrated into your body early because of encountering me, why is that?"
Susan carefully stored the test tube before explaining:
"It probably has to do with the high activity of your genetic material.
It entered my body, killed my egg cells, and then stimulated my immune system, causing the heart inside me to speed up its integration with my body to save itself.
In short, there could be many reasons.
We would need to conduct detailed research using instruments, but I’m not going to let anyone do that to you.
As for this test tube..."
Susan touched her burning-hot cheeks, took out several bottles of mineral water from under the table, downed seven or eight in one go, and then exhaled a white steamy breath:
"This is something that big families often use to ensure a high pregnancy rate in their descendants; it can greatly increase the activity of our genetic materials, which in turn boosts the chance of conception.
I’m currently a First Rank Life, and you are too.
We shouldn’t have any problems.
The only uncertainty is that I’m not sure if I am mentally prepared to be a mother.
But my parents did quite a psychological work on me last night.
Especially my father.
He told me that the heart inside me is very strong, and at this rate, I would become a Second Rank Life in five or six years, and then I might not be able to have my own children for the rest of my life.
I thought about it all night, and only today did I decide to come back and find you."
As she spoke, with the mineral water being consumed, Susan’s head kept emitting white steam, much like the way Dean would when he was emotionally agitated.
With such exaggerated internal body temperature, no wonder her brother got a layer of skin scorched off.
...
Considering Brian had suffered a ’work injury’, and Susan had sobered up and realized the extent of their commotion,
She was somewhat embarrassed, so she directly ran away through the window to skip work.
But before she left, Susan reminded Brian to attend Linda’s assessment a week later.
Looking at the empty office,
Brian walked to the window, opened it to ventilate and get rid of the smell.
He lit a cigarette, his eyes wistful.
He hadn’t expected that not only was he becoming less and less human, but the woman he chose wasn’t normal either.
A family does not get together without something in common.
Brian was now afraid to think about what his and Susan’s children might look like.
Would they be seething Steam Men, Molten Rock Men, or something entirely non-human?
Troublesome.
Brian realized that figuring out the genetics of Mutants was now urgent; otherwise, if they delayed, he and Susan might have a hard time having descendants in the future, and the likelihood was that any child might turn out to be a mutant.
He could not care less if his child were a monster, but he couldn’t accept if the child were a mutant.
At the very least, they must look human!
..
After work.
Thick-faced Brian threatened his colleagues into keeping today’s events a secret, and then, taking Shi San and Meatball, he drove directly to the research institute.
This was his first time visiting the institute since he took over.
Since he had called in advance, the institute’s acting person Gandob, with a shiny bald head, had been waiting early with others at the entrance of the institute.
Who says foreigners don’t have formalism?
There it was.
Seeing Brian get out of the car,
Gandob greeted him with a sycophantic smile: "Boss, are you here to check on our recruitment progress?"
Brian shook his head: "I have something that requires the use of the institute’s most advanced electronic microscope."
These days, his reading wasn’t for naught.
Apart from hands-on practice, Brian’s knowledge of biology had built up to a level comparable to that of doctoral students from prestigious universities.
To resolve the issue of the mutation of Mutant genetic material going out of control,
The only clue that Brian knew of was the organization that old brute Dean was part of.
The problem was that Dean was now out of contact.
Having no other choice, Brian was left to conduct his own research.
This was something that certainly could not be entrusted to another’s hands.
He was now about to see the truest form of his and Susan’s genetic material...
Brian had a feeling that the result might not be too pleasant.
