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    "If you can find it, you will be a great mother and save your child." "If you can't find it, or refuse to look for it, then I'm sorry Jonathan, your incompetent mother failed to save you,  Or your cruel mother abandoned you. Of course, Jonathan, you don't have to feel lonely. Even if you die, I will continue to create your younger brothers and sisters. " "They may continue to die, but they will continue to fight.  Until your mother succeeds, until one of them can survive, then I will promise him a free life under the sun. " The seat creaked, Zade stood up, turned his back to Su Muqiong and whispered: "You have it.  Four hours to think about it, but Jonathan's time is limited, so I recommend you not to do anything that wastes time. After all, I don't want to put you under anesthesia and leave you aside for a few months." "Pa, angry and decisive.  Amidst the sound, Su Muqiong pulled the infusion needle out of her arm, and at the same time swept the peeled apple to the ground.  The thin girl sat up suddenly. She didn't shed tears, but her eyes were completely red.  She no longer said a word to Zaid, nor did she look at him again. She just staggered but stubbornly opened the door, gritted her teeth and walked out.  This is New Mexico, underground laboratory.  Looking at the layout, Yang Qi, who had been there, recognized it at a glance. It was the area where the old priest was found.  Different from the abandoned scene that looked like a ghost later, at this moment, people were coming and going in the fake Tiberium, and countless researchers were rushing around.  There are some unfamiliar faces among these people, but most of them are old people brought from hyperspace.  Su Muqiong recognized in a trance that the voices of the people who anesthetized and manipulated her body were these "old subordinates" with high technical level.  Now, these people came towards her. After seeing Su Muqiong, they quickly dodged aside. Their faces turned white and then red, and they did not dare to look at Su Muqiong.  Su Muqiong didn¡¯t look at them again.  He reached out and pushed away everyone in front of him, but the severe pain still spread throughout his body.  Her weak legs could not support her body, as if she might fall at any time, but Su Muchion stubbornly moved forward.  An hour later, Su Muchion walked a distance that ordinary people could cover in fifteen minutes.  She was sweating profusely and panting, but she forced herself not to stop.  Everyone along the way made way for her, all doors along the way were opened for her, and all heads bowed for her along the way, but that was not entirely because of reverence, but more because of guilt and the fear of facing it.  Su Muqiong did not feel the honor of being treated specially. There was only cold despair and burning hatred in her heart.  She saw the culture tanks.  Standing in this jungle of culture tanks, a huge sense of evil and depression hits my face.  Everywhere here is the unique industrial style of the Cold War: those huge steel pipes and long, thick cables that mop the floor, those whirring exhaust fans, those culture tanks shrouded in green light, and those that keep buzzing.  The noise and murmur, the smell of original sin is terrifying.  "In order to eliminate the impact and damage of light on the embryo, this place is specially designed to be a little darker." Zade stepped out of the ripples in the space. He stood next to Su Muqiong, holding a cane like a gentleman: "But even if I  I have been treating them very carefully, but the mortality rate of these Sons of Zade is still very high. I originally prepared nearly 200,000 samples, but today, these are the only ones left alive." Su Muqiong stepped forward unsteadily and stretched out his hand.  Gently stroke the surface of the glass jar.  Son of Zad?  No, they are not Zade's sons, and Su Muchion doesn't hate them.  Because these, as well as the fetus in her belly, were all victims of Zade's madness - just like herself.  "The look in your eyes is still so stubborn, but it seems that you don't hate them." Zade's voice is no longer frivolous, but as cold as an iceberg.  He no longer came close and stood far away in the darkness behind Su Muqiong, but the shadows around him seemed to be afraid of him: "This is a good thing. From what I know about you, maybe you want to save them together. But  I still advise you to do your best and treat Jonathan as your first priority." Su Muqiong raised her left hand to cover her abdomen, her face completely expressionless.  She would not show any expression in front of Zaide. She would not allow herself to show weakness in front of this bastard. This was her last stubbornness and self-esteem.  But the emotions derived from the memory are extremely strong and surging, and are clearly conveyed to the hearts of everyone who assimilates this memory.  Two different ideas were in fierce conflict, and the deep-seated hatred made her want to die together with everything.  But another thought kept popping up, flickering like a flame.  Holding your belly, you feel the presence of new life.  The appearance of this child was not the fruit of love, nor was he even the accidental product of a night of joy.  There is no love condensed in him, only conspiracy, deception and hatred.?Pain, and original sin.  But there was movement in the abdomen, it was the fetus shaking.  But that was not the fetal movement that made people happy. Su Muchion seemed to feel the same pain, feeling the pain from the shaking.  The Superman Key was forcibly inserted by Zad, and the child was already immersed in pain even during the embryonic development stage.  Is this the heart-to-heart connection between mother and son?  A small shiver ran out of her belly and hit Su Muchion's heart in an instant.  My vision suddenly blurred.  She looked at the countless culture tanks in front of her. The embryos in these culture tanks were actually suffering the same as the fetuses in the abdomen.  I want to relieve their pain.  I want to end this.  But how to do it?  Or rather, which method should be used?  To the left, or to the right?  The choice of fate.  "Let's make a deal." Su Muqiong's heart was at war with heaven and man, and Zadeh spoke again at the right time: "You continue with [Project-X] and give me the method to cure gene collapse, and I will promise to let Jonna  Sen will live the best life. I will accept him as my son and designate him as my heir, and he will inherit the huge Zade family in the future." Silence.  There was a long silence.  Then, Su Muchion shook his head.  "No." She finally said.  It was very difficult for her to speak, because every time she said a word, her throat hurt like it was being torn apart: "He can't be your son you are not worthy to be his father" Zaide heard this but did not get angry.  happiness.  He heard the implication of Su Muqiong¡¯s words.  "Then I will give him a chance to choose freely. If he is willing to be my successor, he will be the first in line. If he is not willing, then I will let him fly away. Hmm How about Hong Kong? I will send him to  Hong Kong, give him a family fortune that can never be spent, including these sons of Zade." Zade pointed to the endless forest of culture tanks: "If they cure the genetic collapse and survive, I also promise their freedom.  Opportunity to choose.¡±
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