Chapter 138 Nirvana

Coyote leaned preoccupied with the wall, folded his hands, and stared at the man who was bombarding the punch test machine, but he didn't know where he was drifting.

"That new guy must be hiding something from me."

The more Coyote thought about it, the more he cared, turned and walked out of the martial arts hall.

"Hey! Don't go! Practice with me again." The man who tested his boxing strength shouted.

Coyote turned his head and saw that every punch from the man was more than 1,000 kilograms, and said with disgust, "Ah...you won."

The man said angrily: "Don't, you use weapons, we don't necessarily know who wins and who loses."

Coyote waved his hand and said, "Kelly, I have something to do, you can play by yourself."

"Come on, come on!" Kelly insisted, kicked his feet, came behind the coyote like a cannonball, and punched out.

Coyote turned back angrily, took out a giant silver pistol, and shot Kelly at Kelly.

"boom!"

Kelly was so frightened that he quickly raised his wrist guard to block the bullet, but the whole person was still blasted out.

"Bang!" On the other hand, the coyote was turned around four or five times by the recoil, his feet slipped out two meters, and hit the wall.

"Hey hey hey, I didn't let you use 'Silver Teeth'!" Kelly said in a daze, looking at the wrist guard, there was a crater that wasn't shallow.

Coyote inserted the giant silver spear and said solemnly: "You are itchy, why don't you beat the students, I don't have the heart to play with you."

Kelly sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Senior students, all of them have entered S1, so they can't be beaten like before."

"Forget it, I'll go and beat up the lower grade students."

"Hey, where are you going!"

Coyote came out and said, "I'm going to see Musa."

Kelly touched his chilled neck, and when he heard the name, he couldn't help trembling.

Musa is the strongest man in the X13 base, it can even be said to be the strongest man in New York, and the only Nirvana they have ever seen. An S4 monster.

He is not in the military zone,

And in the experimental building where the students of the general physics department take classes.

Musa wore a pair of glasses and was standing on the fourth floor of a huge cylindrical building. He faced the tempered glass and stared at the experimental site below.

There, a huge machine was synthesizing a jelly-like pale golden cream.

These gels were piled under the feet of a plastic mannequin by a group of researchers, and the surface of the plastic mannequin was covered with a layer of artificial skin.

Musa said lightly: "Charge."

In an instant, a strong current was connected to the 'jelly', and the jelly immediately moved on its own, covering the model's legs like mud.

After a while, the entire body of the plastic model was evenly covered with this congealed fat, and the thin layer was almost invisible except for the skin that seemed to glow with pale gold.

"Test the strength!" Musa said again.

I saw dozens of automatic rapid-fire guns extending from the walls around the experimental site, bombarding the model indiscriminately.

"Bang bang bang bang!" The barrel was blazing, roaring frantically, and the bullet slammed violently at the scene.

The plastic model was directly blasted out, and all the places on the body that were hit by the bullets would have light golden halos spreading along the skin, as if the lake surface was collided with pebbles.

However, no matter how the bullet was bombarded, the plastic model was generally intact, and the golden congealed grease on the surface released a burst of energy the moment it was hit by the bullet, deflecting the bullet.

Even if the bullet hit the chest, a golden spark suddenly flew across the chest.

"The support frame inside the model was broken, and it was still under enough pressure to kill ordinary people." Soon there were subordinates reporting the damage to the model.

A middle-aged researcher said behind Musa: "At least this version, the sentries can use it."

"Can it be mass-produced?" Musa said lightly.

The researcher shook his head and said: "There is no problem technically, but it is too expensive. One kilogram of 'nano armor' can arm a man no more than two meters tall, but it will cost at least 180 million US dollars."

Musa said: "It is indeed too expensive to build three firepower robots at this price, so what's the use of this thing?"

"It is widely used in the space field. If nothing else, it is much better than space suits in terms of compression resistance and heat insulation, and it can also resist ultra-high radiation... Just add a heat dissipation system and a breathing system... ' said the researcher.

"Spacesuit?" Musa turned his head and stared at the researcher, but the other party didn't dare to say more.

"Heirich, I didn't ask you to study the spacesuit, but you said that studying a plastic material that can be implanted into a neural processor will help you improve and optimize the molecular material synthesizer." Musset looked at the researcher, The other party was in his thirties, with panda eyes, as if he was exhausting his research work.

Heirich squeezed out a smile and said, "Of course, this nano-smart material can greatly improve the precision of molecular synthesizers."

"I made it into armor that can be attached to the surface of the human body, just because this immature version is temporarily more suitable as a kind of portable protective clothing. It is very practical for combatants to wear it..."

"You take a set and use it, Musa, if you think it is easy to use, give me some additional funds..."

Musa stared at Heirich without saying a word. Heirich was breathing heavily and didn't look sideways.

Just then, the coyote arrived.

He said through the visual doorbell outside the office: "Musa, it's me, I have something to talk to you about."

Musa smiled slightly, patted Hairich on the shoulder, and said, "Don't always think about God, now all resources are concentrated on biochemical technology, you won't have funds for the time being..."

"This nano armor...you keep it for yourself."

After all, Musa walked out of the office.

"What's the matter? Coyote." Musa asked as he walked out of the laboratory building.

Coyote took a deep breath and said, "I want to get in touch with Granny."

Musa stopped, looked at him strangely, and said, "She is on a classified mission and can't contact anyone."

Coyote pressed on: "I know, but this mission has been too long, hasn't it? It's been four months, how long will she be out of touch?"

"This is not something you can ask, Coyote, what if she loses contact for the rest of her life? As long as she is on a confidential mission, she must not contact the outside world. Do you still need me to tell you?" Musa said dissatisfied.

He felt that the coyote was just making trouble out of nowhere, and that a classified mission was a classified mission, so how could there be so much nonsense.

But Coyote clenched his fists when he heard this.

What if you lose contact for a lifetime? What does this imply?

If Granny dies, will the so-called secret mission status last a lifetime without telling herself?

"Is she still alive?" Coyote asked.

Musa frowned: "I don't know! I said... why are you asking so much?"

Suddenly, seeing the worried expression of Coyote, Musa suddenly said, "Oh! Do you like Granny?"

Coyote was a little flustered: "Huh? I..."

Musa said: "I saw it already, but I didn't expect you to come to me. Don't forget the rules, go back and wait."

"And she is a sincere sentinel. You have reproductive isolation, aren't you serious?"

Coyote said anxiously: "So what if there is reproductive isolation! I am willing to protect her with my life!"

"Cough cough cough..." Musa choked twice.

He took a close look at the coyote, then left without looking back.

"She's a cat, you're a dog, there's a fart love!"

As a nirvana, he would no longer care about some fetters.

As the name suggests, Nirvana lives out the second life. The number of cell divisions in the human body is at most fifty times, and even genetic variation cannot be added several times.

But the Nirvana potion can add fifty times to this upper limit! Double your life!

If it is used by the elderly, he will live younger and younger in just a few years, returning to his youth, the most mature stage of physical development.

Excluding other unexpected circumstances, the lifespan of a nirvana is 240 to 260 years old.

So Musa, who is one hundred and eight years old this year, is still a young adult.

Nirvana Elixir is very rare, only one bottle per year, and it is only suitable for humans with RH Yin blood type. For people with other blood types, it's just extremely poisonous.

So the Illuminati is trying hard to improve it. A little success, politicians and rich people all over the world will be controlled by them, because no one... does not want to live forever.

Countless chaebols send money to the Illuminati every year, and it is the elderly and rich among them who are investing in this technology, hoping that they can use Nirvana No. 2...or No. 3 in their lifetime.

If in the London incident, the Illuminati already had an improved Nirvana potion, they would not need to negotiate any conditions with the ministers in England, who would seek to serve the Illuminati.

Musa has lived for more than a hundred years, and his whole personality and habits have changed many times...

The centenarians in the outside world are out of control in many things. They refuse to accept new things, because they know that they will die at some point, and they no longer want to adapt to the environment, so their hearts are vicissitudes.

Musa is different. He loves new things and has the courage to try. He knows that his life is still long, so he, who also lived a hundred years old, is very energetic and keeps pace with the times.

He also had loved ones, and he also used to be reckless, but gradually, he didn't care too much about things like love and friendship.

A good brother is dead, a loved one is old, the times are constantly changing, and there are always countless new things in society. Those things full of freshness occupied his heart round after round.

He is constantly adapting to the new society, learning new things, his personality and habits are also constantly changing, and there are countless women.

Looking back suddenly, Musa couldn't remember what the heart-piercing woman he loved back then looked like.

Now he, whether in character or appearance, is completely a modern young man with extensive knowledge. The experience of participating in World War I and World War II did not make him much vicissitudes.

He not only has the powerful physique of a sentinel, but also has the super power of an ascender, and even learned countless killing techniques.

At the moment, he is also an excellent physicist and weapon-making expert.

His current desire and desire are the same as those of the members of the Light, and they only want to live another five hundred, five thousand, and fifty thousand years!

"Go strong, don't think about these time-wasting things, maybe one day you can also Nirvana, only by living longer, you can try more fun." Musa put his hands behind his head and left leisurely.

He meant only to use cats and dogs as an example to show that they would not have children.

In this way, any kind of love that lives and dies is all fake, and there is no offspring. In the end, this love will not leave anything in my heart.

Unexpectedly, such an example deeply stabbed the coyote. People are different, so their understandings are also different.

"We're just cats and dogs... Aren't cats and dogs worthy of love..." Coyote stared at Musa's back, a resentment rose in his chest.

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