Chapter 68
Biological research institute
The National Institute of Biology is located in the northern part of Eternal City. The institute has a long history, originally it was for the royal physician to make elixirs, manufacture medicines, and grow herbs.
Over time, the place that healed saved people became a place to study and experiment with genetically modified organisms, genetic diversity of rare plants and animals, molecular pathology of humans, animals, plants... and many other things.
The institute has a total of eight floors. The ground floor is circular like a huge wheel, a large open space in the middle. In the central position stands a statue of the institute's founder - the ancestor of biology in Prehistoric country.
The ground floor is shaft that supports the floors above. The floors are divided into two symmetrical blocks, each with a stacked fan-shaped chest building. The top two floors are also built on the supporting shaft, but are set back one meter. Behind this area reserved for leaders is a cold white wall, the wall has become a solid fortress, silently protecting the "master".
Three hundred guards wearing blue-black camouflage armor, with bullet belts around their waists, daggers on their thighs, bulletproof helmets on their heads, and rifles on their shoulders. Some held rifles, while others held submachine guns tightly.
Everyone's expression is like a bayonet pointing four directionswards, sweeping the eyes of a razor, cutting into every position near and far. The team was divided into small groups, patrolled strictly in various places.
The remaining one hundred men had been on duty on the ground floor, in the courtyard and around the main entrance, reminding people to park in the right places.
They heard the familiar buzz of cars and lined up in two rows to welcome the visiting congressman. Since joining the House of Commons, he had often come to work, visit, and see all the staff, leaders and guards.
The leader donated a lot of goods and money to the institute, he always brought gifts, often brought a bag of cheap white wine, country dishes, sometimes hosted a good banquet, common or luxurious, he always happy to eat and drink with everyone.
As if blessed by God, the time the congressman worked here, the twenty-year research topic completed... coinciding with the 100th anniversary of the establishment of the Institute of Biology, the government awarded a certificate of merit and a bonus of billions.
Excited about this historic achievement, the congressman gave smartphone JDS - the pinnacle of technology invented by JK corporation, which is waterproof.
Any terrain: high mountains and wide seas, on the shore and underwater, down to the bottom of the sea or deep in the forest, vividly record every hairline, take photos a hundred times better than cameras, highlight details from small to large.
JDS turns every place into a cinema with international standard audio-visual effects, whether at sea or in the mountains and dense forests, can connect to the global network.
A series of smartphones worth 500 million were given away to hundreds of people, all were shocked by the unique rewards, and the dose of mental stimulants skyrocketed labor productivity.
Congressman poured all their talents into helping the progress to be completed quickly, the results were significantly better, the next day was always better than the previous day.
All those who originally admired reputation and respected talent and virtue, now have a good impression of the incredibly friendly character and respect the visionary and caring leader.
The soldiers waited for the car to stop in the white box on the right, then stamped their feet and stood at attention, shouting:
- Welcome sir to the National Institute of Biology!
The driver got out of the car. He was tall and strong, with a square face, upright and resolute. But his sharp single eyelids made people lose sympathy, anyone who saw it felt as cold as a knife on their neck.
People were cautious, vigilant, and despised the desire hidden in his eyes, the Creator "granted" him a mouth that always turned up.
Show off his goodness and hide evil. He tried to correct his unpleasant appearance but could not resist God's will. Dangerous appearance for men and women had destroyed the exemplary image.
God doesn't take everything from anyone, and this is especially true for the driver guy. God plays tricks on appearance and prefers to knead the perfect body.
He must use this advantage to regain his feelings for life... more receive the better... by taking care of his appearance and hiring a leading fashion expert to advise on the right style.
Today, he was wearing shiny black leather pants that hugged his muscular legs, and wear black and gray waistcoat, external wear beaded crocodile leather jacket with a majestic roaring lion embroidered on the back. The clothes were specially sewn to fit his toned muscles.
He takes special care of his hair, which is short and fluffy, but wild like a lion's mane. This hairstyle is very popular in the Cold country, the person who started the hot style is a national idol. Most young people, boys and actors are imitating it.
Even though he is no longer young, he keeps up with the fashion trend. What is shocking is that he is just a copy of countless copies everywhere. But he has become the most perfect copy, more eye-catching than the original.
It is indeed very useful. Women are obsessed with super-standard bodies, and men are crazy about his body shape equal to that of handsome Hero. Brave and capable soldiers stand tall like a mountain, but only stand under the jaws of a mighty lion.
Perfect body, outstanding height, overwhelming aura that does not mind any prey... Turn him into the nightmare of the enemy, and at the same time the dream of the guards who want to have a strong appearance beauty like a god.
He was still not satisfied, stubbornly adjusted his joints and facial muscles to correct his expression that makes others uncomfortable. After practicing hard, he succeeded, his lewd mouth edge and sinister became warm and friendly. He confidently showed a charming smile that attracted both men and women. The bodyguard was fully satisfied, but still calmly opened the car door for the congressman.
The politician was a hale and hearty man, he wearing knee-high black boots bundle up in on his western trouser leg, crocodile leather gloves. Neatly tied tie in to white shirt worn with silver waistcoat, wear more a dark blue coat and a long coat with fox fur sewn around his neck.
The congressman still smoothed his wavy hair back and trimmed the beard that covered half of his rough black face. He walking with a cane and greeted the guards in a friendly manner. After a few words of socializing, the congressman asked the driver cum bodyguard to wait next to the car, he went into the biological research institute alone.
Wherever he went, people in the biological research institute, whether they were busy or idle, they were overjoyed and showed respect as if met the leader to liberate the country.
He smiled amiably and approached a row of modern machines placed around the statue. The operating team immediately stopped their work and greeted he enthusiastically. He waved his hand lightly, as if to say that everyone should behave naturally:
- Stop being so rigid and treating me like a god. I am not saint man.
Everyone burst out laughing, listen he asked about the work situation. The head of the human resources department reported:
- The machine system is running smoothly, The Sun country's privacy technology is perfect in every detail! Everything you upgraded is beyond imagination! Sir, we will complete the project today!
He handed the report to the congressman. The leader nodded with satisfaction.
At this moment, appeared a short and fat man with round limbs walked like a piece of fat rolling around, and the suit on his body seemed to be about to burst from his body full of flesh and fat. He took out a towel and wiped the sweat off his face, deliberately showing a happy smile:
- Hello, Mr. Congressman, sorry for the delay!
The congressman took the initiative to raise his hand, and the fat old man excitedly caught it. Every time, the old man was happier than picking up gold, showing the attitude of a servant serving his master with all his heart. The congressman smiled at the flatterer with half his mouth open:
- How do you guys think I should punish the head of the institute?
Fat old guy head of the institute confused, his big fat face wrinkled like a pile of rotten meat. Congressman chuckled:
- Just kidding, why are you so nervous? - Congressman announced excitedly, causing everyone to get excited - I'm having lunch here today!
The head of the institute bowed happily and said:
- Yah, yah, please wait a moment, sir, I will order the food right away!
Congressman looked out the door and watched the deliverymen bringing food to the soldiers and bodyguard. Four deliverymen carried the remaining boxes large and small to inside. The personnel said to put it on the big table.
As usual, no one paid and the deliverymen left... because the congressman always paid as soon as he bought it. Asking for the bill was an insult to the gentleman's reputation and great wealth.
Congressman clapped his hands and invited everyone to the party. Towards the end of the feast, the congressman said he wanted to talk to the head of the institute. The fat old guy followed the man who could change his destiny. The master and the servant walked and talked. The congressman reported the good news:
- Recently, you have been the most active in the Biological Research Institute. I have reported this effort to the government to promote you! You will be officially promoted next week!
The head of the institute smiled until his eel eyes narrowed, nodded more than he did when offering sacrifices to the stars, and expressed his gratitude:
- I will spend the rest of my life repaying this kindness!
The congressman said calmly:
- Your dedication to the country is the most meaningful reward!
The head of the institute admires person with both moral integrity and talent. The huge fleshy face seemed to melt into a pile of fat because of the emotion. The fat old guy waited for the two people to enter the room, carefully locked the door, and then flattered:
- From now on, I will be your most loyal courtier! Dear master!
For a month, head of the institute has been eager to contribute to the country. After less than three days of contact, from his behavior to his words, the fat old guy revealed his ambition to climb high but was afraid of falling pain.
The cowardly tried every means to have super durable protective equipment. The congressman became a rope to maintain a solid balance. Order to tie his career to a rope that cannot be broken halfway, the wise man can climb to the top of fame with his eyes closed.
The congressman has met countless people who kowtow to power and accept to be a dog that wags its tail to flatter its master.
All needs to do is give it bones gnaw down to the roots of your teeth to satisfy its animal instinct to scare the weak, the kind of person who walks on all fours ready to crawl over the owner's groin.
The owner has accumulated enough poison bait is glory and wealth, so that the dog doesn't have bite back. The congressman is confident that he can fatten the dog to death, so taking it hunting.
But this was not the only purpose. The congressman wanted something else. The gentleman saw that the fat old guy was dizzy and advised him to take a good rest until he sobered up.
Head of the institute fell drowsy whenever he drank, the big boss allowed him to do so, so the fat old guy exhaled, loosened his tie, leaned back in the armchair, his eyes were half closed, listened to the boss say:
- I'll go around and check!
Head of the institute snorted and then snored. The congressman waited for another ten minutes, and the fat old guy fell asleep. At this time, he took out his mobile phone and pressed the button. All the camcorder transmitted the panoramic view of the biological research institute inside and outside to the screen.
The soldiers outside were on guard, the bodyguard were leisurely smoking and chatting with the guards. The on all floors, personnel and experts were still bowed, conducting experiments, taking notes.
The congressman swiped two fingers across the keyboard and quickly clicked the "search" button. The screen flashed blue for thirty seconds, then displayed number one. Satisfied, he left the room and go to each place for a few minutes as usual, then came to the forbidden layer.
This forbidden layer extracted medicinal materials, made potions, applied science, experiments, and stored thousands of specimens for the manufacture of biological weapons.
Only three groups of people can get close: experts seconded by the government, this group is controlled 24/7 to prevent leaks and the sale of secrets to foreign countries.
The second is the national guards risk their lives to protect the inviolable treasures. Finally, there are leaders from congressman and above.
Every time the experts and officials come, their clothes and personal belongings are searched, whole body tomography. Soldiers are not allowed to enter without orders from their superiors, unless there is an emergency or an enemy attack.
The closer the congressman got to the restricted area, the denser the camcorder and security systems on the wall became. He had come here many times, but was always subject to strict scrutiny.
Today was no exception. The security team searched from inside to outside, looking for hair. Super technology carefully scanned the cane and every centimeter of the body, scanning the skeleton.
The congressman took off his gloves and placed both palms on the sensor. The blue light flashed for thirty seconds, the virtual reality voice announced:
"Precise fingerprint!"
The congressman put his face close to the next screen, and the recognition technology analyzed the hair, ears, eyes, nose, mouth, skin and every cell on the face, scanning deep into the bones to the brain. The virtual girl voice sounded again:
"Precise face!"
The soldiers and security team made way. He greeted everyone, opened the door and went down to the basement. In the past month, he had become familiar with the endless corridors and deep passages.
The ceiling was equipped with bright light trusses, and every ten steps, there was camcorder on both sides of the wall, continuously rotating tracking device, and the electronic eyes flashed to illuminate the congressman's every move.
He walked neither fast nor slow, leisurely as if taking a stroll, the dry clack of shoe soles echoed on the stone floor. A few minutes later, he arrived at the largest room in the forbidden floor. The congressman motionless stood in front of the white door. It was still the place that had welcomed him for a month.
Now it was completely different.
It made him hold his breath in suspense.
It made him eager for the joy had waited so long for.
For thirty years, he put on a mask of benevolence, patiently waited for the opportunity, hard work hard to plan, used dirty and despicable tricks, arranged the lives of his enemies, and set a trap his adopted daughter to gain power. Power is the only way to destination... to turn virtual dreams into reality.
The dream was about to come true, but the joy disappeared along with the eager smile. As soon as he touched the door knob, his hand suddenly froze and could not turn it.
The security team and soldiers watched the congressman through the big screen. They raised their eyebrows, it was hard to understand why the congressman was so happy before, but now he was motionless like a person who had lost his soul.
- Why did he suddenly go dull?
Rushed in when there was no order yet, everyone had to go to the military court, but couldn't raise their eyes to continue looking like this, everyone asked:
- What should be done? Captain?
The guy answered calmly:
- Wait patiently for a while, if he still doesn't move, us will contact him!
Everyone is still incomprehensible because the congressman is happy, and then he is confused. He stares at the door as if there is something inside that he has been longing for for a long time, and at the same time has the most terrible obsession.
For the congressman at this time, "it" is no longer unconscious like every day. The white wall pierces the eyes and shows cause and effect and retribution: immersed in first love, suffering from the pain of being deceived, resentful of the old love for clinging to a guy who has nothing but money.
Proud of the perfect success of revenge, and then struggle, tormented by the unforgivable sin. Irony, the enemy is the dearest person, the person who creates karma suffers the reverse retribution.
The congressman cried until his eyes completely white were blurred, ignoring the door open his second life, which was filled with countless faces like molded from the same mold: one kind of flattery shouted that he was a saint of the Prehistoric country, one kind of worship praised the great personality, and the narrow kind jealousy the luxurious and huge career.
Everyone looked up to, envied the standard image, every family longed to be a national family: father and grandfather were moral exemplary - descendants were filial - talented and beautiful. The perfect life was a flashy cover to cover up sins.
The only sadness in a perfect world is stains that can't be washed off.
In that illusion world, there is no competition, no hatred, no real joy, and no pain. Only all people bow down and worship the Creator God.
The God of Power changed anyone's life, and now he is about to rule at the top of heaven, his whole body shining with a dazzling halo, and his fame overshadows the Supreme God.
Half of life have been enjoying wealth and glory, admired by all, respected by the world…
Going one step further, he will lead mankind into a new era in the a friendly world, peaceful... equality... and... harmony.
The world only appears in that dream will last forever.
It is a beautiful ending for a life that has always pursued perfection.
But…
Why can't he take a half step?
Just open the door and the perfect world will come true.
His hands trembled as he grasped the doorknob tightly but still couldn't open it…
Because he had everything as beautiful as a dream… but still couldn't have a real family yet?
Because let made his dream come true but unintentionally… pushed his loved ones into a hell with no way out?
Then he expressed sincere every day and loved they wholeheartedly. He hoped to hug his offspring once also satisfied. Strong longin oppressed his mind to distressed.
Father and grandfather had to find all ways, regardless of tricks to please them, with hope... to revive the soulless corpse in the hell of insensibility.
The response to all efforts is still indifference to peach blood.
Reunited with the offspring but like living with corpse.
So…
He regrets that his sins are tormenting, questioning his conscience?
"Regret? Dead laughs! Until now, you still dream of atonement for the sins you committed against your descendants? Tired!"
The mental breakdown collapse with the physical collapse, and the congressman could not hear the captain's voice playing on the loudspeaker on the wall:
- What's wrong with you, Mr. Congressman? Alo!?
The mind lost its way in the hoarse voice:
"I told you that there is no double happiness, but you still daydream. Stop being sentimental and make perfect dream come true! That is the truth and purpose of your life!"
The scar on his eyelid twitched wildly every time, he pinned his hateful gaze on the "the phantom" without shape. In fact, he wanted to avoid the door that was turning into erotic pink. The sexually suggestive color was a nightmare for the family.
The "phantom" is tired of the weak spirit and dare not face the past karma. The shadow exhales and looks at the hallucinations that have turned into his own offspring immersed in the intoxicating yeast of sin.
Shameful wet passions smear the face of the man who sacrificed himself for his dearest person. The miserable guy is buried in hatred, shame and embarrassment in carnal desires. The sticky and slimy stains the three tearful moons crimson.
The "phantom" sighed as if to say that everything was over and regrets are also meaningless, he lethargically watched his relatives wriggling in joy, carnal instincts insulted will under the lower body of father's enemy. The descendants bit their bloody lips together, but still could not block the shameful sound.
The humiliating moans stirred congressman's mind. He held his head and covered his ears, but the passionate and wild sounds swirled in to his mind, teasing, mocking, and sarcastically the father who forced his descendants to commit incest.
Blame fate for playing tricks.
Anger at yourself leads to hatred and blind rationality.
Be ashamed of heself for creating sin.
Regret burying he own flesh and blood under the mud.
The congressman could not stand the sound of moaning like a whore. His mind was crushed, he who sowed the wind and reaped the storm turned his resentment - shame - disgust into hatred for the hypocrites who polluted his dearest person.
Since knowing that the enemy is family, the congressman has been determined to suffer from sin phobia, but still did not expect that this pain would penetrate his heart.
The heartache twisted in the scene where the relatives reached the peak of joy, the pain beyond the limit became an illusion... the offspring exposed their slutty appearance, crazy sex through all the sexiest obscene postures, as if lust is the true essence.
The descendants are dancing on the superfluous object are destroying the maze and forbidden ground, shaking their chests, bending their hips and pressing the Garden of Eden against the pervert's face. He frantically stirred his mouth and tongue to suck all the dirty holy water that soaked the obscene face.
They stick out their tongues, lick their lips, sweep their mouth edge to laugh at father and grandfather who turned relatives into pigs and dogs. The satisfied laughter is the climax of the estrus... reached its peak... it sounds like "thank you" to the person who gave birth to them for giving them the opportunity to fully enjoy the passion of the flesh.
"If you knew they were your offspring, even if you couldn't take revenge on your ex-lover, and even if your perfect fantasy world was shattered, you would never be so ruthless as to bury your own flesh and blood in the mud! You looked at Hoang Kim, it was passionately pounding and smashing the offspring. The fake hero was kissing, licking, and sucking happily causing the mother and daughter to be soaked all over, the sticky mucus was wet everywhere."
"Phantom" kept cursing, it foul, this strong smell of sex is killing me:
"The beast sneered at you again. Are you feel humiliated? He despised father and grandfather had give him his daughter, who exuded the fragrance of pure jade and flowers, and his granddaughter, who exuded the fragrance of immaculate ice intoxicating fragrance let it enjoy."
The shapeless face was suddenly twisted and deformed into a shape: hatred deeply carved the turbid pupils into deep sunken wild white eyes, the twitching eyelids carved thirty years of grace, resentment, love, hate into a devil's face.
"Who don't know are of course innocent. You have done nothing wrong to anyone. The guilty person is a heartless whore. The creator of karma is the bastard son of the woman who abandoned you. It! It's it! It's that beast who has turned your loved ones into lustful prostitutes!"
Every inferior word denied his guilt. Every shameless word shirked responsibility, meanly put all the causes and consequences on the head of the enemy... caused a psychological blow to the congressman.
"The phantom" realized under bowed head collapsed crying, congressman was squeezing his hands until they bled, but he could not stop the impulse. His whole body was shaking constantly, every outburst of anger caused the scar above his eyelids to twitch with dark red hot tears.
"Hahaha, that's right, you are innocent. The mother and son of that dog guy are the ones who are guilty. If the beast didn't play the trick of being a hero saving a beautiful woman to seduce his relatives, your offspring didn't arising guilty affection. That hypocrite guy is living like... only seeing women as females... let it satisfy its humble desires. Quickly regain your spirit, quickly get angry, hate, quickly explode with domineering wildness, because that is your nature."
The phantom moved closer to the congressman's angry face:
"They will never forgive you. You have lost your family, you cannot lose the dream you have cherished all your life! Broken family relationships, dreams shattered, you will lose everything!"
Extreme excitement drags the dark mouth up to the ears:
"That's right... Stand up... I know you don't want to eating bitter fruit to no avail all your life. At least pay a fair price for this karma sin?!"
The congressman roared in his subconscious. He would not accept such a humiliating retribution with get nothing. "The phantom" was right. He must complete his perfect dream to make up for the loss.
"The phantom" triumphantly watched the congressman as he tried to lean on the cane, his body trembling but still haughty standing tall. The painful expression of life and death had disappeared, the weak look no longer existed.
But…
Why look deeply into the congressman's sorrowful eyes…
The strange thing is that he doesn't need to hide the pain that twists his heart liver...
The guy without a heart is dumbfounded by the feeling in his chest... throbbing pain…
The invisible "phantom" squeezed his chest but couldn't stop it... the pain that tore heart apart... never felt it before.
Bewildered by the strange feeling that wiped out the devil's laughter, the angry "phantom" pressed his panicked face against the congressman and shouted angrily with hatred in his heart:
"Why do I have to suffer this cursed pain? Why do I pain because you are sad? Tell me, you droopy bastard!"
The congressman did not remove "the phantom" hand that was squeezing his neck. He smiled bitterly, pitying the without a heart guy:
- Because I see priceless treasures that you cannot see…
The "phantom" hates being teased with hidden words the most, "old guy" roars like a lost beast:
"Damn you mother, stop playing tricks on me, answer me, why can't I see what you see!?"
The congressman sneered and despised "the phantom":
- Because "devil" not worthy to be with angel!
The "phantom" doesn't need to know who the angel is, the "old guy" just wants to know why he is suffering from pain:
"Throw away that fucking feeling! If you don't explain yourself clearly, I'll torture you to death!"
The congressman smile contemptuously because whenever got angry, the "phantom" was extremely stupid:
- You torture me is you torture yourself! Because I am you and you are me! We are one! You are happy when I am sad! I force you to feel the pain of inexplicable sadness!
The "phantom" cackle at the stupid old guy:
"Bullshit! Your sadness is always my happiness. Whenever I see you hanging your head like a dead dog, I feel more pleasure than having an orgasm with girl!"
The congressman pondered, looking at the "phantom" which was no longer a white shadow, and all kinds of feelings turned the monster into his own shape, as if he was facing himself in the mirror. The shadow was always lurking behind him, inciting and forcing him to do what it wanted.
The spirit was oppressed, but when he was upset or in a dilemma, he had to rely on the monster to deal with it all. From the past to the present, the proud man thought he was smart and knew everything, didn't need to ask anyone. Now, he didn't understand the feeling of the idyllic.
Because even though the demon has become a human... he does not accept his own humanity.
The congressman sighed softly, his tired and compassionate attitude immediately provoked the "phantom". But before he could get angry, the sound echoing quietly in his chest the "phatom" causing shocked dead in his tracks.
He didn't want to believe that the sound of vitality was again... heartbeat... the feeling of a human being rising.
The monster was shocked, slowly loosened his hands that were squeezing the congressman's neck. The gentleman leisurely adjusted his clothes and calmly answered the captain's call:
- I'm fine. I've been suffering from insomnia these past few days, have rheumatism, under the weather, and my legs are not in good condition, I must to sit down to relieve muscle fatigue!
The captain uttered "ah" twice and stopped asking questions. Guy frowned as he watched the congressman walk strangely, as if he was walking past someone. The congressman even opened his mouth slightly as if he was talking to himself.
The congressman regained his composure, his skill in absolute concealing himself in front of outsiders helped him to monologue with the "phantom" confidently:
- A being who was afraid to be human, now began to have shape and humanity. A being who had no heart and did not need a heart, now had to listen to the slimy piece of meat rising with warmly of emotion.
The congressman laugh sarcastically at the still frozen the phantom, surprise was squeezing panicked face into dull.
- Congratulations, you are no longer a no heart monster!
For the first time making sarcasm of the person who always ironic him, the congressman left the phantom wandering and staggering in the corridor, refreshing laughed heartily, opened the door and entered the forbidden room.