Long-term salvation

The old medical examiner said, "??? I know it's important to keep it a secret, but isn't it a bit too much to just dissect me?"

“In the soul of a noble man there is found no hidden sore, festering, or ulcerating. Fate will not take him away before his life has been fully fulfilled, just as an actor will not leave the stage before he has played his part and the play is over.” (From Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations)

Rhode said with a smile. He reached out and flicked the monster's body, which had surrendered all its senses to the parasite. After watching it tremble like a chick, he calmly said to the thoughtful Dr. Winters:

"This monster can eat the tumor in your stomach and prolong your life. Work for me, doctor, and work for humanity. Do you want the tragedy of Eddie Sykes to happen to others?"

Upon hearing this, Dr. Winters turned his head and looked at the "corpse" lying on the dissecting table. From the words and conversation just now, he already knew that the other party was still "alive"... As if to encourage Dr. Winters, Eddie Sykes raised his hand with great effort, shed his last tears, and handed over the scalpel at his side.

"..."

The doctor's lips trembled. He stretched out his hands, solemnly took the scalpel, and said to Rhodes seriously and earnestly:

"In that case...as you wish, Mr. Rhodes."

Chapter 442: Autopsy Completed

The alien monster that called itself "Traveler" was restless, but after Rhodes cut off one of its tentacles with his flaming sword, burning its soul and causing it severe pain, it quickly surrendered.

In his decades of medical practice and autopsy career, Dr. Carl Winters saw for the first time an alien being perform a tumor removal surgery on him. Of course, to be more precise, it was "devouring" him.

Tumors are a very delicious food for these alien creatures, and because of this, they are more useful than they imagine... After extracting a method to find their kind, Rhodes uploaded this information to the data center of the Army Without Borders to prepare in advance for the possible reappearance of similar alien creatures in the future.

"You still seem a little nervous, Dr. Winters."

Rhodes said with a smile as he occasionally poked the alien creature. Although the alien creature had no senses to perceive the outside world, it could still respond to touch - this function was provided by the parasites after the parasite. Even in the midst of fear, the monster carefully and meticulously completed the removal of the tumor (eating).

"Why, are you still feeling pain? I remember this monster can temporarily cut off the pain nerves."

"No... I'm fine, it's just that theoretically you shouldn't interfere with the 'doctor''s' work, even if it's a scumbag."

The old forensic doctor lay back helplessly, glancing at Director Hannibal who was making sure the operation went smoothly. Director Hannibal noticed his complicated look and responded with an elegant smile.

Just now, when the alien monster slowly crouched on Dr. Winters's cut abdomen, Rhodes and Director Hannibal explained to him the existence of the other world and the difficulties currently faced by human civilization, and also gave additional explanations to Will and Jesse beside them.

Dr. Winters's worldview was immediately shaken, and even the alien monster began to look more appealing to him—it turned out to be just a country bumpkin from space, barely even knowing the afterlife! Compared to those strange and abominable creatures, these cosmic creatures weren't that troublesome.

If Rhodes knew this idea, he would definitely not mind explaining things like the Thing and King Ghidorah to Dr. Winters... Maybe they could even see the Alien vs. Predator.

"After you've removed the tumor, Dr. Winters can rest for a while and then report to the address on the business card," Rhodes said, smiling as he slipped a business card into the doctor's coat pocket. After tapping the spot a few times, he continued, "Miskatonic University's School of Medicine will definitely need someone like you, someone who is passionate, honest, and has a clear conscience."

Dr. Winters: "…Why did you repeat it twice?"

Feeling a little uneasy, Dr. Winters planned to get some blood pressure medication before going to the recently famous Miskatonic University.

After dealing with the doctor's issue, Rhodes turned his head to look at Jesse, who was staring at the corpse. At this moment, the latter had already demonstrated the majesty and character of the director of the "Federal Bureau of Control" in another timeline. Just now, she helped Will hold down two corpses that were about to escape, and punched back the monster that wanted to get out of the corpse's mouth.

After thinking it over carefully, Rhodes decided to go back and ask Nyako and the others if there were any weapons suitable for Jesse, such as... a pistol that symbolized "director status" and could change its shape and cause great damage to the contained objects.

In a world without "The Board," Rod couldn't afford to put his employees at risk.

In fact, when those fragmented memories surfaced in Rhodes' mind, he almost thought the committee looked like the Leviathan in Hellraiser.

Then again, judging by how ruined this world is, that puzzle box is definitely circulating in the dark side of the world, waiting to be used by ignorant people... I really have to ask Director Adams if he has any news on such a relic recently.

Rhode was lost in thought when he realized someone was tugging at his clothes. It was Jessie. She pointed at Will, then at herself, and said sheepishly:

"Unlike Mr. Will, I have nowhere to go... Boss, will you provide food and lodging? Starting today."

"Oh, of course. You can now live in the talented and beautiful town of Arkham. After completing certain training courses, you can visit your brother in the safe and stable Arkham Asylum. Then, you need to attend classes at Miskatonic University, which is known for its many talented people. They teach knowledge related to the other world there, and their degrees are recognized by other countries."

A place of outstanding people? A place of safety and stability? A place of numerous geniuses?

Jessie looked at Rod suspiciously, but she only saw seriousness and pride on his face. It looked like he was introducing his child to outsiders.

"Anyway, someone will arrange for your food and lodging," Rhodes shrugged. "I remember you've been working everywhere and looking for your brother these past few years, and haven't really been to school... Okay, okay, I get it. I'll show you his current situation."

As he spoke, Rhodes took out the [Box of Shiting] and knocked on the screen, waking Alona inside from her sleep.

The blue-haired girl uttered a cute, vague mumble, jumped off the chair, and dragged a screen that looked quite Cold War-era from the side. After she knocked hard on it, the screen shook a few times and showed the figure of Dylan Faden:

Just like in the past, just like when he was contained, Dylan was whispering various sounds of Heath, constantly trying to break out of containment.

Looking carefully at the figure on the screen, Jesse took a deep breath and wiped away the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes. Polaris had just said that it was her brother, her brother who had been missing for many years, and who was also "contaminated" as Rhodes said.

"It seems that I really need to visit him a little later," Jessie said softly, clutching the corner of her clothes tightly, "but before that, can you bring my news to him?"

"of course."

Rhode nodded in agreement, then turned to look at Director Hannibal and warned him seriously:

"Director Hannibal, I forbid you from turning Mr. Will into a 'being' like you. I don't enjoy doing chores for others—and don't forget, every new director requires a collective vote of the board of directors. Don't do unnecessary things based on your own preferences."

"Of course, of course," Director Hannibal responded in the same tone as Rhodes had just used. He shrugged and smiled, saying, "I won't waste such a good talent, just like I won't waste the ingredients I've chosen."

"Better so."

Chapter 443 Daily Life: Bai Zi Feels Lonely

Arkham Forest.

The stream, reflecting the dazzling light, flows quietly, weaving through the lush forests, interweaving with each other to form some disturbing swamps, and then merging into the Arkham River as the main trunk.

A few slender bass swam across the riverbed, their tails swaying, and their scales gleaming in the sun seemed to be mocking them.

"...I didn't take the bait. Next time I'll definitely have to block it and then pump it."

The wolf girl raised her head and looked at the sunny sky. Feeling bored, she reached out to pick up the fish basket and fishing rod, and went back home around the training camp of the Army Without Borders in Arkham Forest. After scaring General Hammer last time, the girl rarely went there again, so as not to scare the old man to death. She would definitely be scolded by Sensei.

Sensei is very busy now and we cannot add more burden to him.

After returning to Hill Villa from Bailey Town, Rhodes once again immersed himself in handling various messy affairs:

For example, handling follow-up reports on various otherworldly events, rejecting the ridiculous research projects submitted by Aperture Science, starting small-scale mass production of Atlas's M6S Assault Robot (AS), or reviewing the names and appearances of a new batch of Army Without Borders soldiers... After all, picking out the agents and spies and sending them all to the same unit - this is a huge project!

The construction of the frontier base in Antarctica, the research and investigation of Miskatonic University, and the development of the Global Occult Alliance were also starting to get on track. After all, Rhodes found that they were all very troublesome things before he set off to Africa and stayed there for a while.

There's been almost no fighting lately, just annoying paperwork:

Why not find a reason to attack Raccoon City? Just say Umbrella has developed the Manticore virus and plans to use it to cleanse the world... This proposal was quickly rejected by a sullen-faced Irons at a meeting of the Cogito Foundation's board of directors, leaving the faces of those directors who were just watching the fun with regret.

Not only Rhodes, but also Yang, Yuka, Noah, Hina, Qianye and Marian were all very busy. Even Mana and Riju, who had been stationed at Aperture Technology and Atlas Corporation for a long time, were even more so. They rarely returned to Hill Villa for dinner recently.

Of course, those noisy guys on weekdays need someone to look after them.

Such as now.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to like this kind of thing, you brainless angel of the tea party!"

"What qualifications do you have to say that about me?!"

Two gusts of wind whistled past, bringing a bit of coolness to the originally sultry summer day.

As Baizi just walked to the side of Hill Villa, he saw Makoto running out of the villa with an arrogant laugh, waving something in her hand, and behind her was Mika with a blushing face - in fact, Makoto liked to tease Hinata more, but after being "taught a lesson" by Rhodes several times, she no longer dared to disturb her during working hours.

After reigniting a war that was bound to be lost, Satan scurried off into the woods, probably hanging out with Michael behind him until tea time before returning.

"White!"

The wolf girl's ears twitched. She looked up and saw Abigail and Nayako both sticking their heads out of the window. They waved their hands and asked loudly:

"Did you catch any fish today?"

"No."

"That's right. Come up here. I suspect that guy Pickman secretly opened a portal on your hook."

Hearing this, the black cat squatting on the eaves shook its body and quickly disappeared to the other side.

Bai Zi: “…”

With a slight twitch in the corner of his eye, Bai Zi still walked into Hill Villa, passing by Gu Guanyou, who was being dragged outside by Mary. When the girl came into contact with the bright sunlight, she screamed, like a vampire being sunburned, "Wryyyyy!!!"

Although he instinctively felt that a normal vampire would not scream like that, Bai Zi still clasped his hands together and sent the Egyptian god of death's blessing to the crying Gu Guanyou.

The wolf girl walked lightly, not making even the slightest sound on the floor. She was thinking about whether she should take her bicycle to other federal states, rob a bank, and compete with those underground racers... Calculating the time, the group of wild monsters that had been defeated should be refreshed.

Thinking of this, Bai Zi went upstairs carrying the wet fish basket and fishing rod. The water stains that dripped along the way were slowly absorbed by Hill Villa and became part of the darkness that roamed within its body.

The slightly hot sunlight was falling on the girl through the window in the corridor, casting her beautiful figure on the wall, as if after she had left for a long time, her shadow, which had been lingering there due to loneliness and melancholy, would slowly follow.

After meeting up with the two descendants of the evil god in Abigail's cabin, Bai Zi put the fishing rod on the ground and turned out all the fish hooks.

After taking a closer look, Abigail nodded and said seriously:

"That thing has a portal attached to it, but it doesn't matter. I can change the portal to transfer its fish to your hook... although it might be dried fish."

Bai Zi blinked. She knew that Rod would occasionally steal Pickman's dried fish to eat.

After feeling a little more anticipation in her heart, the wolf girl heard the offspring of Nyarlathotep beside her let out a sad sigh, looking very bored:

"Rod seems to be very busy lately. He rarely sticks his fork in me."

"You sound like a masochist," Abigail complained unhappily, reaching out to tug at the silver hair that was swaying back and forth. "Besides, there's no need to be so anxious, right? There'll be plenty of time later."

"Then let's go to R'lyeh and see that fat guy?"

"Let's not do that. He's generating electricity quite well there... You'd better think about finding new pages from the Necronomicon. Rhode is still thinking about going to the Eternal City."

The blonde girl shook her head, took out her treasured cookies from the cupboard and shared them with the two people in the room. She also used her ability to get some lemon juice from the kitchen refrigerator.

Bai Zi took a sip of the sweet lemon juice with a hint of sourness, and listened quietly to the discussion of the two descendants of the evil god, thinking in his heart which bank to start robbing - as if hearing some sound, the girl's wolf ears moved - she was indeed not mistaken, a car was parked in front of the gate of Hill Villa.

The person who came...is Alan Grant, the director of the Cogito Foundation?

What was he doing here? Was he planning to conduct a shuttle experiment with the research vessel? Or was he planning to invite Rhodes to meet a popular horror writer with Randolph Carter? Or maybe...

The three girls in the room immediately became interested. They quickly went out of the room and went to the stairs to listen to the sound below.

"Rod! My friend, are you interested in visiting a park on Isla Nublar, southwest of Costa Rica?"

Chapter 444: A Visit from Director Alan Grant

Hill Villa, reception room.

The reception room here wasn't just for the girls, but rather a place dedicated to receiving guests, a place Rhode himself frequented. As such, it contained a complete set of tea-making utensils, a small wine cabinet, and even several packs of Red Apple cigarettes in the drawers—unfortunately, most of the guests who came here didn't smoke, and even those who did would politely decline Rhode's offer.

"Please, Director Grant."

"Oh thank you, Miss Mika."

After reaching out to take the tea, Alan Grant did not quote it directly. Instead, he looked at Rhodes opposite him, and then at the girls who had gathered and had nothing to do - even Makoto and Mika, who had just run into Arkham Forest, followed the sound and were looking at the newcomer with anticipation.

Director Alan Grant felt an inexplicable pressure. He lowered his head and looked at the cup of black tea in his hand.

After taking a sip of black tea to ease the awkwardness, Director Grant put down his teacup and said to Rhodes:

"Mr. John Hammond, the founder of InGen, invited me to conduct a safety assessment of the park. He said the place might be a bit dangerous and he was planning to bring in a few more scientists—and then I thought of you! Rod, if you were here—you know, that amazing eyepatch of yours!"

"Wait...wait, I don't mind going there. I've almost finished what I have on hand," Rhode said, pressing his hand against his brow. He had actually remembered what was there when Director Grant mentioned the location. "But even if I do an assessment, it's easy for something to go wrong later."

Hearing this, Director Grant raised his eyebrows and asked with some doubt:

"What else could it be? It's just a large theme park. At most, there are some lions and tigers, and maybe some cloned ancient creatures. Could it be filled with terrifying beasts that are big enough to swallow a person whole?"

"..."

"Okay, your expression has already answered me," Director Grant shrugged, suppressing his smile. "But we still need to go and take a look. Don't let it get involved with the other world... Hey, why do I feel like whenever you get involved in something, it becomes related to the other world?"

"That's a bloody slander, Director Grant."

But we do need to go and take a look. If InGen's technology is contaminated by the other world, then the creatures they raise - dinosaurs - will definitely cause trouble. It will be very troublesome if the dinosaurs run around like in "Jurassic World".

But then again... this thing is indeed suitable as an investment project. It just so happens that the various products of Games Workshop, a company under Rod's name, are very popular in the plastic toy market. We can also take this opportunity to expand the production line of plastic dinosaurs - it's time to grab more toy market share from that damn "plastic thief" Hasbro!

The money of adults and children must be scraped away!

"I'll go, Director Grant. If possible, I'll also let Yang invest," Rhode nodded slightly. He looked into the director's eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Having said that, I never thought InGen's research capabilities could rival those of the three giants in the Organization. Of course, that's only in terms of biological genetics and gene cloning."

Director Grant frowned at Rhode's half-smile. He leaned back on the sofa, thought seriously for a while, and then said: