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"Very good, I'm asking if you are interested in doing something for me? Do it directly for me, not for Umbrella." Spencer directly extended an olive branch. Although he didn't know how to research, he was very good at judging people. Wesker and Alex were both talents he had his eyes on, and they were both very interesting. Especially Wesker, he had been given high hopes, an important chess piece in his plan to become a god.
If Chen Luo knew about this, he would definitely laugh his head off, he is a true god! "I'm not interested. Aren't I happy to be free and happy on my own? The chips you gave me are not enough. Also, say hello to Ms. Miranda for me, thank you."
As soon as these words came out, Spencer's expression quickly changed. A hint of ferocity flashed across his old, bark-like face, and he waved his hand, "Alex, you go out first."
"Yes, President." Although Alex was curious, she didn't ask any more questions. She just silently memorized the name Miranda.
After Alex left, Spencer took out the gun and pointed it at Chen Luo, "Boy, you know too many secrets!"
"Really? It seems that you are destined to fail in your so-called 'immortality plan'." Chen Luo spread out his hands indifferently, not afraid of the broken pistol in front of him at all.
Spencer's pupils dilated wildly, clearly shocked. "How much do you know?"
"I don't know. Haha, never mind. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. I just stumbled upon it. Well, since this is our first collaboration, let's get some benefits. I need a team, an elite squad. Send me a few men from Umbrella's mobile unit, and I'll tell you something that might improve the feasibility of the Immortality Project a little bit—well, really, just a little bit." Chen Luo raised his hand, his thumb and index finger glued together.
"Haha, young heroes are born, I'll take this deal. Tell me, what's your information?" Spencer didn't care about the so-called mobile unit at all. Those laborers? In his eyes, they were just tools. Money brings plenty of tools, no need to worry about them. "
Remember Miranda? She has something that can help you." Chen Luo took out another cigarette, stood up, went to the wine cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of red wine. He opened the cap with his bare hands and began to drink directly from the bottle. This way of drinking was a complete waste of food, a complete recklessness, devoid of any grace or manners. But what good was grace? Was it even edible?
Spencer frowned. "Since you know Miranda, you know what kind of person she is!"
"She's your teacher. Trust me, she can help you." Chen Luo finished his red wine, placed the bottle on the bar, and happily lit a cigarette.
If Spencer dared to go find Miranda, he wasn't sure if he would survive. She was too crazy, even crazier than he was. "Hmph, no other news?"
"Perhaps we can try transformation. But you're so old, I'm afraid you can't. I do have a magical potion I found in a certain tribe. I won't go into the details; some things are hard to understand scientifically." After saying this, Chen Luo made a slicing motion with a knife.
"You mean cloning?" Spencer wasn't stupid. He could clone a replica and use it for experiments. If the replica could handle it, then the original would probably be able to as well.
"It seems you're not stupid. Okay, I've told you the method. Now I need to select the personnel." Chen Luo's eyes flickered. What he actually wanted was the T-Veronica virus; it was more effective. And since no one was currently at the Antarctic base, completely frozen, it was the perfect time to go and seize it.
"What are the effects of the potion?" Spencer asked curiously. The world is vast and full of wonders, and he didn't doubt Chen Luo's words. Because of his discovery of the Stairway to the Sun, he wasn't surprised by the bizarre.
"It can quickly heal your injuries, quite obviously. But it requires a corresponding ritual. When you need it, you can ask me to try it." Chen Luo then picked up the dagger and slashed his wrist, blood gushing out. He drank from a bottle of mineral water, then muttered something incomprehensible and danced strangely. Under Spencer's astonishment, the wound quickly healed and healed at a visible rate.
"See? Huh? That's why I'm not interested in your bioweapons." Chen Luo's smile became playful, clearly a playful one.
Spencer wasn't above killing him, but he held back. Since the other party knew he'd killed George, the mansion's architect, they must also know other things, making it difficult for him to succeed. Furthermore, collaborating with them was far better than killing them. "Very good, very good. Since you're here, I have a favor to ask of you. I have a letter. Could you please personally deliver it to my teacher, Miranda? I think you know where she is."
"Sorry, I don't know. You think I'm omniscient, don't you? I'm interested in checking the color of Alex's underwear today. I don't have time to investigate those matters." Chen Luo flatly refused.
"No problem, I'll tell you the address. It's right here. Go there. When you come back, I'll give you a steel plant and a TV station as a gift." Spencer smiled, using the other party as a way to test his teacher.
"Deal," Chen Luo agreed, going off to get some work done.
Soon, the door reopened, and Chen Luo and Spencer emerged, chatting and laughing, their enjoyment evident.
After dinner at the mansion, Chen Luo left.
Meanwhile, Spencer met with his most loyal subordinate, Alex, in the study and shared Chen Luo's hypothesis for her consideration.
Alex's eyes flickered. "Cloning requires a vast amount of DNA, which your body can't handle. Forcing the division will only shorten your lifespan."
"We have to give it a try. I'll leave this project to you, and I'll provide you with abundant resources. Totoka Island, that island is now your responsibility. Also, keep a close eye on the G-virus and create the immortality virus as soon as possible."