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Chapter 203 Dragon Blood Potion Types III and IV

When the helicopter landed on the helipad at Umbrella Air Base, the sky was already slightly westward.

As soon as Li En stepped into the laboratory, he saw Connors and Bruce Banner standing upright at the door, staring straight at him.

"How long have you two been waiting? Don't you have anything else to do?"

Connors completely ignored his teasing, laughed, turned around, picked up a vial from the control panel, and handed it to him.

The tube contained a golden liquid that shimmered restlessly under the light, as if it were about to burst from the nozzle at any moment.

"The research on the Extremis virus went smoothly, but as we expected, it still developed into a branch model."

Let's call it the Explosive Dragon's Blood Potion for now. It can generate high temperatures and explosive energy release, but it can't produce controllable flames.

He put the medicine back on the temperature-controlled shelf with a hint of regret in his voice.

But the next second, when he looked up, the excitement in his eyes was even stronger than before: "I heard you had a great harvest this time?"

While still on the helicopter, Li En shared all of Xavier School's findings with Jarvis, which were then immediately transmitted to the laboratory.

The two top scientists had been waiting at the door ever since they received the list.

Even Tony Stark, who was still working hard on the spaceship project, almost couldn't resist coming over, but in the end he gritted his teeth and nailed himself to his workstation.

Li En smiled and stepped forward. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled the metal box full of blood samples out of the space storage, placed it on the operating table, and opened the lid.

Banner immediately spotted one of the syringes, a blood-red one labeled "Healing Ability Logan".

He carefully took it out of the slot, held it up to his eyes, and said in a voice that was swollen with anticipation: "The famous Wolverine Logan, I've been waiting for this moment ever since I saw his information."

This person has lived for over a hundred years and still maintains a youthful physique.

Even though his body was filled with metal, his healing factor still allowed him to survive that kind of torture.

Based on our previous model analysis, his blood cells are the most likely key node to create the true Dragon Blood Type III.

Li En asked curiously, "Why? Logically speaking, shouldn't the Asgardians have a higher energy level?"

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

Sure enough, Connors and Banner's eyes lit up instantly, as if a switch had been flipped.

Connors rattled off a string of words: "Starting with the very first batch of biochemical viruses you brought back, we discovered a pattern."

The underlying mechanism of the Dragon's Blood Elixir is actually highly similar to Logan's abilities, both involving cellular self-repair and orderly division.

But the viruses you brought back all have devastating side effects; they destroy sanity and devour the host. Logan's abilities don't have these.

His self-healing factor is a perfect sample that has been tested on human bodies for over a century.

Once we can analyze its cellular structure, we can advance the Dragon Blood potion directly from the "repair" stage to "regeneration" and "evolution."

Banner picked up the conversation, using a more detailed data model to explain why Wolverine's genes were most likely to be the key to breaking through the bottleneck.

And after success, how to connect Thor's bloodline to push the drug up to type four.

These words sounded like gibberish to Li En, and he could only smile and nod repeatedly.

About twenty minutes later, the two scientists finally confirmed a fact from his empty, polite gaze.

The mayor in front of him didn't understand a single word.

The two of them rolled their eyes at the same time and waved towards the door.

"Go do your work. Leave the research to us. We've been running the model for the Dragon Blood Potion, give us half a day and we can finish it."

"Half a day?" Li En was truly stunned this time.

Connors shook his head, his tone carrying a matter-of-fact certainty: "What we're doing now isn't exploring from scratch, but simply running through and verifying pre-built theoretical models one by one. There's a 90% probability that there won't be any deviations."

Li En thought for a moment and nodded: "Then I'll go to the cafeteria for a meal. You guys should prioritize making the Dragon Blood Potion Type III and Type IV."

I'm going to a rather dangerous place next, and if I can complete the reinforcement before then, the safety level will be much higher.

"A dangerous place? Do you need me to go with you?" Banner immediately looked up.

"It's not a big deal. It's just another group of X-gene awakeners, the Brotherhood led by Magneto and Eric."

I've looked at his profile before; I imagine he's not easy to get along with, but he's also quite capable.

However, I think he will agree with what I am doing, and the conversation will most likely go smoothly.

Strengthening the program in advance is just a precaution.

Banner and Connors exchanged a glance, asked no further questions, and devoted themselves entirely to the final production process.

Just over three hours later, the lab's loudspeaker came on.

Li En put down the hamburger in his hand, wiped his mouth, and strode back to the laboratory.

The moment he pushed open the door, he saw Connors and Banner each holding a vial of medicine.

The liquid in the tube was an extremely rich, bright red. Compared to all the models that came before it, the red was no longer the color of a medicine, but more like blood itself refined to its purest state.

"Dragon Blood Potion Type III?"

Connors smiled and handed over the medicine.

Li En took it, removed the protective cover without saying a word, and plunged it into the neck.

The moment the needle pierced the skin, every cell in my body felt as if it had been simultaneously stabbed by an electrified needle, throbbing wildly.

His body felt as if it were being torn apart repeatedly from all sides by countless hands, with every fiber of his bones, muscles, and fascia teetering on the edge of breaking and rebuilding.

But at the same time, an extremely gentle warm current surged up from the deepest part of his body, enveloping him completely, like a layer of warm water laid beneath the cracked surface of a lake.

Tearing, warming, tearing, warming—this extreme cycle of stretching lasted for a full ten minutes.

When he opened his eyes again, his skin was covered with a layer of black, sticky substance that emitted a pungent, fishy odor.

Connors stood aside observing the data curves and nodded in satisfaction: "Interesting. When ordinary people take Type 1, they already start to expel these waste cells."

The fact that you held out until type three before starting the elimination process shows that your physical strength from the very beginning was already far beyond that of ordinary people.

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