Chapter 187 Sorry, I don’t want to kill anyone!

"Are you Ikoma?"

In the dark cell, as footsteps approached, a man in black came outside the cell and looked at the gray-green haired boy inside and asked.

Ikoma and Wuming looked at each other, nodded, and replied, "It's me."

"Come out."

"May I ask where you are going?"

The man in black looked at him expressionlessly and said, "In the base director's office, Senior Director Addison wants to see you."

"That's...okay."

Although Ikoma was surprised, he nodded and walked out. On the way, he patted Wuming on the shoulder to signal him not to worry.

Only that day, Torimima frowned and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Ikoma..." Wuming looked at Ikoma's leaving figure and pursed his lips tightly. He began to hate his own incompetence and weakness in his heart, and said to himself: "My brother's words are sometimes right. If I am strong enough now Then you can take them out of here.”

Ikoma followed the man in black through the long dark corridor. As he walked out of the prison door, a burst of dazzling sunlight fell from the sky, forcing him to squint his eyes for a while to adapt.

Along the way, he saw groups of army soldiers, as well as men in black who quickly flashed past with their afterimages behind them from time to time.

But what caught my eye the most were the rows of exquisite wooden buildings and the unfamiliar flags hanging on the tops of the buildings. It was a white background with five black balls drawn horizontally and vertically in the middle.

What would that mean?

With this question, Ikoma was taken to the tallest building in the center, and then met Senior Director Addison in the office on the top floor.

"Please take a seat."

Addison, who was sitting behind the desk, smiled kindly at him and asked, "Would you like something to drink? How about coffee? Oh no, you probably prefer tea, right?"

"this......"

When Ikoma was a little nervous and was about to say no, the former had already told the secretary outside: "Give him a cup of matcha."

"OK."

This left Ikoma speechless for a moment. He found that this person was a bit too strong, but his attention immediately focused on the yellow items on the desk.

"This is......"

"Haha, yes, I called you here because of this thing. Can you introduce it to me? The people below told me that this thing is quite powerful. It can actually penetrate the chests of three stacked Kabane at the same time. "

Senior Director Addison chuckled and complained in his mind: "This power is already comparable to that of anti-material firearms. How can a steam gun be so outrageous?"

Ikoma hesitated for a moment, thought for a while and then said: "This is a more penetrating and impactful penetrating tube that I developed together with my friend Tou Sheng because ordinary steam tubes cannot destroy Kabane's heart membrane. '."

"'Guan Tong'?"

"Yes, it is actually an improved steam gun bullet. We discovered that the shock wave of the gunpowder explosion will produce a metal jet when it hits the metal plate. Based on this, I invented a special warhead that can produce a metal jet. I It's called a 'jet bomb'."

As Ikoma spoke, his mood became excited, as if he was introducing his masterpiece to others, and his voice gradually became louder.

"Because we were just maintenance workers at the station and couldn't get a real steam gun, so I modified the launcher of the rivet machine to shoot out a 'jet bomb', which I called a 'penetrating barrel'!"

After hearing this, Senior Director Addison's eyes changed when he looked at Ikoma, and he no longer regarded him as an ordinary Kabaneri test subject.

"It seems that you are quite talented in weapon research and development, especially in the modification of bullets. Congratulations, you have proved your worth. Next, please read this document."

I saw him take out a piece of information that was not very thick from the drawer and put it in front of Ikoma, who picked it up and read it doubtfully.

As he watched, the 'world protagonist''s expression became more and more shocked, and his pupils were shrinking violently.

"Another World...World Government..."

To be honest, there wasn't much in it, but even so, he read it several times. Senior Director Addison didn't rush him and waited quietly for him to finish digesting it.

After a while.

"Sorry, I've finished reading." Ikoma put down the document, but his voice was still trembling.

Addison looked at him in surprise, "Did you calm down so quickly? You are really a scientific research talent, but your Kabaneri's body is a bit tricky."

After all, it’s impossible for the Academy of Sciences to accept a researcher who might suck human blood at any time, right?

Ikoma smiled bitterly: "I'm also trying to think of ways to transform myself into a human being, and so is Wuming..."

"You want to go back to normal?"

"Isn't it bad to have a superhuman body?" Addison joked.

"No, I just want to become human again with Wuming, no matter what!" Ikoma raised his head and said firmly.

"It's not impossible. The key is whether you have the value."

These meaningful words surprised Ikoma, and he quickly asked: "Do you have a way to make me become a normal person?"

"Yes, you are from another world, maybe you have some special methods!"

Senior Director Addison spread his palms and said with a smile: "You have misunderstood. Our world may have methods, but the possibility I just mentioned is the product of your world, but it belongs to us now. That’s all.”

"What!" Ikoma was shocked.

"Do you still remember Dr. Zhuang Wei who came with you? The 'white plasma' he invented is a serum that can effectively remove Kabane virus."

"It is said that for an ordinary Kabaneri like you, one dose has five or six levels of probability of turning you back to a normal person, but there are only two tubes of this thing."

Hearing this, Ikoma stood up suddenly, looked at Addison in surprise, and said, "Isn't this just right for me and Wuming to use? Please, please make us become normal people!"

After saying that, he clasped his palms together and bowed to the latter sincerely, but Senior Director Addison was indifferent to this and looked at him calmly.

"Why?"

"ah?"

"Can you tell me why we should use only two tubes of precious serum on you?"

"this......"

Ikoma was speechless and became anxious, and quickly asked: "Is there anything I can do?"

"now it's right."

Senior Director Addison nodded with satisfaction, "Don't think about asking for nothing, but think about what you can use to get something."

"Please advise!"

"You definitely don't have anything to exchange for 'white blood' now, but you can work for us, for example, making the 'jet bombs' you mentioned, and transform them into ordinary gunpowder firearms that can also be used, or even Find a way to get a large 'jet armor-piercing artillery shell'!"

Senior Director Addison opened up his imagination to provide Ikoma with the next research direction, which made the latter stunned for a moment.

"As long as you show sufficient value in this regard, you will have the opportunity to apply for injection of 'white plasma' from us. Maybe by then, the Institute of Biochemistry will be able to mass-produce 'white plasma'."

"How about it? Do you want to accept it?"

But Ikoma asked hesitantly: "Are the 'jet bombs' I developed and the 'jet artillery shells' you just mentioned used to deal with Kabane, or... are they also used to kill people?"

"Is there any difference?" Senior Director Addison looked at him puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I, I don't want to kill people, and I don't want the things I created to kill people..." Ikoma lowered his head, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth while holding his pants tightly.

But the former's face turned cold as soon as he said these words.

"Oh, is it so?"

"Then you should go back to the cell first and think about it again. Come back when you have figured it out!"