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Chapter 667 The Experiment Begins! We are the fish on the chopping block! (Third Update!)

It's just drawing some blood!

Adria wanted to swear, but after looking at the situation around him, he realized that even if he swore, it would be useless and would only damage his image.

He glanced at the ambulance, then looked calmly at Barack:
Do you still remember your campaign pledge?

"what?"

"What I mean is, if you forget the basics, you'll easily run into problems!"

Recognizing that the words were both a threat and an implication, Barak raised his hands and spread them out, then slowly turned to the side, making way for the large group of people behind him, allowing them to appear before Adria.

After making way for these people, Barack pointed at them again:
"They're all old friends; you should know them all. Some are Republicans, and some are Democrats."

"We are all in agreement on how to deal with you."

"Last time, it was our Mr. Kennedy."

"The last one was our Mr. Roosevelt, Mr. Adria. It is an honor for you to be compared with these two legendary presidents."

So please!

After saying this, Barack slowly turned around to face Adria, and with a gentle wave of his outstretched right hand, several people immediately stepped forward, supporting Adria from all sides and putting him into the ambulance.

With the help of these people, the nurses and doctors successfully strapped Adria to the operating table, secured her, and then smiled and nodded to everyone before closing the ambulance door.

The ambulance siren sounded as it slowly drove away from the scene. More than a dozen CIA vehicles followed closely behind, providing escort for the ambulance.

Watching the ambulance drive away, Barack slowly approached Sylvester and extended his right hand: "Mr. Sylvester, it's been a pleasure doing business with you!"

"Next, you just need to wait at home for the results."

"goodbye!"

After saying goodbye, the two did not turn around and leave.

Sylvester's gaze passed over Barack and landed on the butler who was still beside the airplane stairs, or rather, on the box in the butler's hand.

The suitcase was very large, and the butler had a hard time carrying it.

But he still held the box tightly in his arms.

Meanwhile, his father's bodyguards also subtly protected the butler in the middle.

Beside these men were CIA agents, fully armed, carrying assault rifles with bullets loaded and safety off.

If there is even the slightest disturbance on the scene, they will not hesitate to pick up their guns and deal with it.

He withdrew his gaze from all of this and said to Barack:
"I'll take a portion of the things my father brought back. Is that alright?"

Barack nodded. "No problem! This is what you deserve, Mr. Sylvester."

After saying that, he beckoned to the butler standing by the gangway. The butler slowly walked over, and the bodyguards who tried to follow were immediately held back by CIA agents standing nearby.

The remaining CIA agents surrounded the butler and slowly approached Barack and Sylvester.

"Open it!" Barack pointed to the box, and the butler quickly opened it.

Seeing the 18 vials of medicine inside, and noticing that the colors of these medicines were not quite uniform, Barack slowly ran his fingers over them, took out the last dose of medicine, and handed it to Sylvester.

Sylvester quickly waved behind him, and within seconds, a person carrying an insulated box appeared behind him.

He took the medicine from Barack, handed it to the person carrying the insulated box, put it into the insulated box himself, and then left with the insulated box.

Seeing that Sylvester had received a potion, those with energy also stepped forward and came to Barak's side.

She didn't say anything, just stared straight at him.

After being stared at for a while, Barack gestured to the butler to lift the box:

"Look closely, everyone. These medicines are not the same color, which can only mean one thing: these medicines are clearly classified."

"I agree that you may take the medicine with you at this time, but if any problems arise later, please do not come looking for me."

Under the bright lights, everyone could see the color of the injections clearly; indeed, as Barack had said, the color was slightly different.

The last spot was empty.

All the people present wanted to live long lives and were willing to pay the price for it, but that didn't mean they were willing to try drugs or that they wanted to die.

The effects of these drugs are unknown.

They can't possibly try it themselves; at the very least, they need others to try it first before they will.

Barack glanced warily at the people around him, and those surrounding him slowly backed away, making way for him to exit the airport.

Barack smiled and nodded, then waved to the CIA agents, who followed him away with his butler and a cooler full of medicine.

He, the Democratic president, left, and the remaining Democrats and the Jewish financial group exchanged glances before turning and leaving as well.

In the end, all that's left are the Republicans and the big money behind them.

These people chuckled, their eyes filled with anticipation, and left the airport.

…………

The ambulance left Washington International Airport, escorted by CIA vehicles, and headed northeast.

Less than an hour later, the vehicle entered the Special Biological Research Institute in Baltimore.

When Adria got off the bus again, her clothes had been stripped off, and she was strapped to the operating table, completely unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as these people pushed him into the cold corridor and into the operating room illuminated by shadowless lamps.

This operating room is luxuriously decorated and equipped with advanced technology. Compared to the operating room I used when I had surgery in China, it's worlds apart.

However, the somewhat rudimentary operating room made him feel at ease, while this operating room only filled him with terror.

He struggled desperately, but could not break free. At the same time, he regretted coming back.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

He had only struggled for a short while when the operating room door was pushed open from the outside, and several medical staff in protective suits walked into the operating room.

After entering the operating room, these people each had their own tasks: some checked the monitoring equipment, some adjusted the surveillance footage, and others checked the surgical instruments and medications.

These people chatted as if no one else was around. They didn't seem to care about Adria or fear that she would hear them, so their conversation was completely heard by Adria.

"He looks like he's in his 60s to me, but the information says he's over 90?"

"Guess why he's lying here?"

"Did he encounter a miracle?"

"He was injected with a strengthening agent in China. Now everyone suspects that this strengthening agent will remain in his body for a long time, and after being neutralized by the human body, the effect of this agent will become milder, making it more suitable for more people to use."

"How much blood can he draw?" "It's okay, have you seen that movie? That vampire movie, where countless vampires raise humans as blood bags, feeding them nutrients every day and then drawing their blood every day."

"Then I have a question: what if the person who received his blood also became..."

"You talk too much!"

"Alright! By the way... did his flesh have any effect?"

"I don't know, don't ask me, we'll have to do experiments later."

"How to do it?"

“Cut two slices, one raw and the other pan-fried into steak.”

"Who's eating?"

"..."

"I have a question: since he was injected with the drug in China, why don't we just ask China for it? With our military strength, we can easily take it back."

"China's standing military strength is around 240 million. If it enters a state of first-level combat readiness, it can have an army of 1000 million within a week. In a major battle, it can even mobilize the entire population to fight, which is over a billion people. Among these billion people, can you guarantee how many have been injected with this gene drug?"

After those words, there was a moment of silence in the operating room.

With a population of 13 billion, 10% is a full 130 million people, 1% is 1.3 million people, 1‰ is 13 million people, and even one ten-thousandth is 1300 people.

America has no shortage of superhero movies. Even if only 1% of the people in the city have been injected with these drugs, that's still 13.

13 super soldiers...

They couldn't even imagine what a terrifying scene that would be.

Moreover, these 13 super soldiers have comrades-in-arms, which number in the tens of millions.

They are living people, not dead people.

The thought of such overwhelming images involuntarily reminded everyone of Resident Evil, and they shuddered before quickly changing the subject.

"So, what tasks do we need to complete today?"

The doctor, who seemed to be the leader, opened the file in his hand and said, "First, draw blood and do routine tests, as well as cell culture tests to see if his body cells have really recovered their youth."

"We need to draw 200 ml of blood, and the parts that need to be cultured include hair, skin, and other cells."

"Let's take samples first!"

As soon as he spoke, the nurses began to work, the first thing they did was draw blood.

The nurse first used a tourniquet to immobilize Adria's right arm, then applied iodine to the crook of her arm to expose the blood vessels, and then gently inserted a needle.

It succeeded in one go.

Seeing this, the nurse looked up and asked the doctor again, "Are you sure this person is really 90 years old?"

"His blood vessels are even healthier than those of many 50-year-olds."

“I’ve tried inserting needles into the veins of people in their 90s before. It’s not just difficult to insert the needle, but even finding the right spot is a challenge. Look at this one, it’s so easy.”

In the midst of conversation and laughter, the 200ml blood collection bag was already full, and the nurse casually removed the blood collection bag.

However, instead of immediately sealing the puncture site on the blood vessel with a cotton swab, bright red blood gushed out from the puncture site the next second, spraying a long distance away.

Upon seeing this, the nurse not only remained calm but also gave Adria a thumbs-up.

"You're so energetic; many young people can't match your vigor."

After praising her, he picked up a cotton swab and used it to seal the puncture site for Adria.

One nurse left with a blood collection bag, while another nurse appeared with a petri dish containing collected hair, nails, and other samples.

The new nurse was very gentle. She used nail clippers to carefully collect Adria's fingernails, hair, and some skin, then carefully placed them into a petri dish before taking them away.

After the nurses finished collecting samples, the medical staff next to them also started administering intravenous nutrition to Adria.

Then these people left one by one, leaving Adria alone in the operating room.

He wanted to move, but he couldn't.

Meanwhile, in the laboratory above the operating room, several biomedical experts were staring blankly at the cells displayed under an electron microscope.

Because under an electron microscope, the various cells collected from Adria were all very active, or rather, very healthy.

The cells don't look like those of a 90-year-old man, nor do they look like those of a 60-year-old man.

But the data they had all proved to them that the person whose cells they collected was 93 years old this year, and in some unlucky places, the grass on his grave should be dozens of meters long.

But the cells they collected were very active and young.

This is simply unbelievable.

Human lifespan depends on the number of times a person's cells divide and the telomeres that control the number of cell divisions.

According to the Hayflick limit, a person's cells divide between 50 and 70 times. The longer a person lives, the more times their cells divide, and the healthier their telomeres are.

As people age, telomeres gradually shorten, and cells gradually deteriorate.

Eventually, when telomeres completely cease to control cell division and the cells can no longer support themselves, the person reaches the point of exhaustion and death.

They should die too.

After understanding the mechanisms of cell division and the function of telomeres, countless scientists have been trying to repair telomeres and activate cell function.

Related research has been progressing, but not significantly.

Because the cost is very high and the activation time is very short.

But now, right before their eyes, right under their noses, someone has accomplished this step even faster and more swiftly than they have.

The telomeres of a 93-year-old were repaired, restoring them to the state of someone in their 60s, and his body cells were also fully activated, making him like a young person.

This……

The person in charge stared at the computer screen for a while before turning to the person next to him: "Contact the CIA and have them find a way to get blood samples from this person's close relatives. We need to conduct a DNA test to confirm that this person is Adria, and not someone else who has undergone surgery to look like Adria."

Someone nearby turned and left to contact the CIA, while the person in front of the computer turned back to look at the person in charge:
"You still don't believe in gene-enhancing drugs?"

"I fucking can't believe it!" The person in charge pointed to the big screen: "Look at this telomere activity and cell activity."

"This is clearly a mature drug."

"Can you imagine what it will be like once this thing is widely adopted?"

(End of this chapter)