CHAPTER 364: CHAPTER 83: PSEUDO-SPATIAL EFFECT 2

Natural Law differs from scientific laws in terms of time and effect.

"This rainforest was cultivated over the span of thirty years, while the rainforests in the Congo of Africa and the Amazon of Brazil took hundreds of years to form. In terms of species composition and medicinal value, the two are almost identical. With this comparison, you should understand the difference between Natural Cultivation and scientific enhancement lies in time. If you join us, you could achieve the same level of expertise as a Senior Researcher within a hundred or even fifty years, enabling decayed wood to burst forth into new life and delay aging, and you could become one of the rare Superpower Users on Earth, pursuing the mysteries of humanity that are hard to comprehend." Zhou Ziang had never realized before that Locke was an impressive orator, yet Locke’s persuasive words today were undoubtedly enticing.

"Locke, it seems he’s not taking any interest in what you’re saying," Celeste mocked.

"Are these corn crops and the soybeans that were previously exported to China part of the same batch?" Zhou Ziang’s question related to a contract for genetically modified soybeans signed with the United States by China’s Ministry of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation, after Zhou Qiang had been busy for two or three months, working alongside the Ministry of Agriculture.

One thousand tons of soybeans, sold to China from the United States at a high price, for reclamation projects in Xinjiang and the Southwest regions.

At the time of contract signing, it was clearly stated that the genetically modified soybeans had a short growth cycle, high yield per acre, and strong disease resistance, with protein and various vitamins content higher than domestic soybeans in China. But now, it seemed that things were not so simple.

Locke’s face changed color. As a pure researcher dedicated to plant genetic modification, he did not concern himself with the fate of his research output once it left the Underground Biopark, whether used as animal feed or transported to the third world as relief food.

"Locke, as you said, everything has its black and white sides, any kind of genetically modified crop has its downside. You didn’t tell me, and neither did your Commerce Department tell our Ministry of Agriculture, that besides genetic advantages, this batch of soybeans had an even more significant feature. It has a built-in self-sterilization function; with each harvest cycle, its overall indicators and nutritional value would decrease, and after just two or three generations of harvest, they would be no different from ordinary beans. Yet, their demand for chemical fertilizers and soil fertility is much higher than that of regular beans. Truly, a hallmark of Meng Mountain’s products." Zhou Ziang slammed the table forcefully, and a water cup on the table jumped to the ground.

"Ang, I’m a researcher, funded by our nation and relevant corporations, that is something you must understand," beads of sweat ran down Locke’s forehead as he hurriedly wiped them away with his hand.

"Then, Locke, let me tell you, I am also a Chinese," with a finalizing tone, Zhou Ziang made his stance clear.

In the treehouse, the sound of chairs and tables moving.

Quinn was the first to stand up, followed by Celeste, and Locke remained seated as if nailed to the chair, just sweating profusely.

"Negotiations breaking down was within my expectations," Quinn reverted to his original demeanor, however, the smile on his face now seemed more sinister.

"It seems patriotism still exists in this day and age. I thought Chinese-style education, like American-style education, prioritized individualism," Celeste still wore a smile on her face, as if everything that was happening was within her expectations.

"Then I guess I don’t need to go through any more procedures. Locke, we shall meet again," Zhou Ziang stood up, walked to the door they had come through, opened it, and left.

"Tsk tsk, I’ve always said young people are too impatient, he didn’t even ask for the exit location and just like that, he left. Well, that’s good, my little creatures are starving too, I should go and feed them," said Quinn before following him out.

Locke was still seated, frowning and staring at the shriveled corn kernel.

Celeste turned the tracking screen back on, and the display shifted to a new scenario.

"Huh? Locke, aren’t you going to take a look at your little partner?" It’s easy to come into this rainforest, but not so easy to leave, without a special guide, an ordinary person could spend ten days to half a month without finding a way out.

Anyone trapped in the Underground Biopark for more than three days is doomed, as there is no drinkable water in this forest. Beyond that, there are too many dangerous animals. Of course, the most dangerous thing in the whole Underground Biopark isn’t the animals or the dense vines, but the being who just walked out the door—Quinn.

The entire forest was shaking with a chorus of ape-like screams, by the river, several crocodiles that had surfaced sank back down.

In the rainforest, a row of upside-down poison thorn bats also retreated back into their tree holes.

Locke exhaled and finally stood up, joining Celeste.

"Quinn has transformed," Celeste remarked with interest, it had been seventeen or eighteen years since she saw beastification last, from when Israeli Dr. Quinn injected himself with the first dose of genetically mutated cells, he ceased to be a normal human being.

In the video, Quinn’s face, covered in beard stubble, was growing at an astonishing rate, his exposed body hair growing at the rate of five or six millimeters per second, and his clothes torn apart by the suddenly bulging muscles. He was chasing after Zhou Ziang, using a monkey’s unique method of locomotion, pursuing his prey through the undifferentiated paths of the rainforest.

Once he locates the target, he will use his axe-like hands to tear apart the prey, especially those who knew his secret and yet refused to submit.

"No target located," the Beastman Quinn continued the search, as the surveillance screen kept switching.

Celeste was puzzled, swiftly switching through dozens of nearby surveillance scenes around the treehouse—in none was Zhou Ziang to be seen, it had only been a few minutes since he left, how could he just disappear.

"Locke? Did you say something to him when you came in?" Celeste turned angrily, looking at Locke.

Locke was just as surprised, looking at the screen. He did tell Zhou Ziang to remember the route they came by, but even with full memory, Zhou Ziang couldn’t possibly leave this dense jungle in minutes, which even he would take half an hour to exit.

Where exactly is Zhou Ziang? (To be continued. If you enjoy this novel, you are welcome to vote for a monthly ticket or recommendation ticket at Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)