A few days later, inside NASA, in a secret laboratory, a middle-aged man in a white coat was stroking the outer wall of a sealed vessel frantically.

"God, this is so 'beautiful'!"

The alien creature that looks like a mass of 'mud' in the sealed vessel seems to be able to perceive the surrounding environment, so it also wriggled and stuck to the corresponding position of the palm, as if it wanted to do something.

"Sorry, excuse me. Although it may make you unhappy, but the country spent more than a billion dollars to build the 'Life One' and brought back so many lumps of mud?"

Seeing Dr. Holland interacting with such disgusting things with a fascinated face, a major general in military uniform next to him said with some dissatisfaction.

"Sludge? This is the alien species that our great boys paid for with their lives and brought back from that strange planet! Their value is not measured by money!"

Dr. Holland retracted his hand unhappily and said, at the same time, the yellow 'mud' inside also shrank back.

"You'd better go and talk to the officials in Congress and the families of the victims, and see if they can put all this mud into your PY. Sorry, I'm being rude, but if you Now you can't tell me, what is the use of these things and how much value they can bring, so that I can have an explanation, then I will personally stuff this thing into your PY, I will do what I say!"

The look in the major general's eyes is extremely terrifying, like a tiger that is about to devour people!

Dr. Holland was taken aback and finally realized the difference in identities, although he has deep attainments in biology and has previously studied other aliens as a team (Zita). Swiss) body structure.

But he is not irreplaceable, and a major general with power in his hands is not something he can offend.

He was just too happy and excited just now that he ignored it.

So he immediately remedied: "I'm sorry, Major General Delong, the initial observation report will come out soon, please wait for me."

After he finished speaking, he immediately ran to the machine on the side and started frantic operations.

After waiting for a while, I heard him report: "After our initial observations and experiments, this kind of alien creatures cannot adapt to the earth's environment, or they cannot independently survive in an oxygen-rich environment."

"But then we have another major discovery, this alien creature is actually a parasitic organism, and they can parasitize the host in order to achieve the result of coexistence."

After he finished speaking, he chose one of the vessels and connected it to the other vessel with the little white rabbit, and then everyone saw the mass of 'silt' squirming little by little, and then in a blink of an eye All will enter the body of this poor rabbit.

But within a few seconds, the poor rabbit died violently, and the mass of 'silt' crawled out of its body intact, and then quickly returned to its own vessel. The environment of the earth makes it impossible to survive, and it will die completely if it does not leave within half a minute to a minute at most.

"So, these clumps of 'mud' are parasites on alien planets? Or are they harmful 'pests', can I understand that?"

The Major General, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, spoke again.

Dr. Holland's expression changed immediately, and he hurriedly explained: "These organisms need to combine with a breathing host in order to coexist in an oxygen-rich environment, so it is not that it is actively killing the host, but a kind of Violent rejection, in other words a 'blood type' mismatch between two parties, is similar to an organ transplant, a biological interaction between two different organisms..."

"Doctor, the reason I'm standing here is to know what the value of these things really is, not to listen to your academic report. So please tell me now,

Is this thing useful, what is it? If you want to continue working on this stuff, then you have to give me a reason to help you convince everyone else that the sacrifice of Life One is worthwhile. "

Incompatible with the excited and frenzied expressions of the surrounding research institutes, the major general asked indifferently.

Dr. Holland knew that the crash of Life One had put a lot of pressure on the military. After all, it involved the whereabouts of billions of dollars, and the investment of tens of billions or even tens of billions of dollars in the future.

In a country, it is impossible for one person to have the final say. In the battle between parties, the exchange of interests and interests, a proposal must be supported by someone who must be opposed.

If billions of dollars are lost like this, not to mention that those opposition parties with different opinions will definitely take the opportunity to attack, even if they are their own people, they will definitely need someone to stand up and take the blame.

Obviously, this major general is the most likely candidate to be pushed to take the blame. His status is high enough, but it is not particularly important. He is a good seedling to take the blame.

Thinking of this, it is understandable that this major general is so eager to stay here and has to discuss an explanation.

The effect of the few lumps of 'mud' brought back by Life One will determine whether he is carrying a black pot or a bright golden pot!

If what Dr. Holland and others said could not satisfy him, then he would naturally not make them feel better.

So Dr. Holland gritted his teeth and directly stated his unproven opinion.

"Space Warrior! This is the name I gave to the next plan. Since this alien creature can adapt to the oxygen-rich environment of the earth through symbiosis, it can be deduced in turn whether we humans can also take advantage of this unique The symbiotic relationship between them can survive on the other's planet without any equipment!?"

"And I personally think that once this alien creature finds a matching host, it will definitely give us even greater surprises, such as the super soldier created by beyond the warrior serum!"

After speaking, Dr. Holland lowered his head in shame. As a researcher, he should not exaggerate unproven speculation, but should pursue rigor and truth-seeking.

But there is no way. If he wants to continue to study this thing, he must make them appear to have the value of existence and research, after all, this is in exchange for billions of dollars and the lives of 6 astronauts!

After listening to Dr. Holland's 'painting a big cake', the major general was not angry, but his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Space Warrior? Yes, this is it! Dr. Holland, write a relevant report to me as soon as possible, and the country will definitely support your research."

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