Chapter 672 - An eager heart (1/2)

The atmosphere was a solemn one. Stepping into the area, one could see a dining table, a conference table, and a sofa. There were round-arched windows and faux stone flooring, and a toilet at one end. A lush carpet added to the luxurious feel of the cabin’s interior. If Xiao Luo had not entered through the aircraft door, he would have thought that he had walked into an office and not the interior of a plane.

The soundproofing in the plane was perfect. Xiao Luo could not hear a sound coming in from the aircraft exterior.

Seated opposite Xiao Luo was a tall man with a buzz cut. He was in an immaculate, well-tailored suit and looked rather slim. It was the President of the Mei nation, Bama.

Xiao Luo tilted his head a little and looked at him. With a slight smile, he said, “I am immensely overwhelmed and grateful that President Bama is sending me home with one billion dollars!”

Xiao Luo spoke with feigned formality but had effectively thrown the president a curveball, for the amount offered to him, was far less.

President Bama’s lips twitched a little, and his heart bled. Did Xiao Luo say one billion dollars? To ease his misery, he would have to find some time to think of a scheme to recoup that amount from some small but rich countries.

“Just what kind of person are you? A genetic warrior from the Hua nation?” President Bama asked. He stared at Xiao Luo with unblinking eyes, as if trying to see through him.

“Genetic warrior?”

Xiao Luo sneered mockingly. He took a sip of the red wine in front of him and replied, “Human genes are almost perfect. Yet you destroy that perfection and forcibly insert genes from other living beings to create genetic warriors. Although they may far exceed the speed and strength of ordinary human beings, the genetic defects do not allow these genetic warriors to live with healthy bodies.”

Let me give you a warning—stop creating more genetic warriors. If you wish to continue such development, then you might as well turn your focus toward developing mechanical warriors instead. Artificial intelligence might be far more effective, compared to your so-called genetic warriors.”

The deaths of Xie Wenchang and his family made him hate the research carried out on genetic engineering. They included experiments that involved human lives, and he genuinely hoped that it would never be pursued again.

After listening to Xiao Luo, President Bama refuted and said, “It is hard to control artificial intelligence. It could be potentially disastrous to humans once these machines develop their intelligence. I…”

“Can you then fully control genetic warriors?”

Xiao Luo cut him off and laughed coldly, then added, “If the scientists changed their genes, then the genetic warriors are no longer considered humans. They are a completely new breed. You think you have full control over that new breed. But life will always find a way to progress, and when those genetic warriors go berserk, then is that not another disaster for humankind waiting to happen?”

President Bama kept quiet. He did not know how to respond to that.

Everyone present in that plane, including his secretary, furrowed their brows in deep thought.

“Ian is only one successful case out of hundreds, and the rest of them were all victims of these experiments. President Bama, do you not feel guilty about how tragically these people died, not to mention the painful deaths they endured in those laboratories? They were human beings who had to undergo cruel surgical experiments like lab rats.”

“They were all death row prisoners!” said President Bama as he tried to defend himself.

“Do they not have human rights just because they were death row prisoners? Are human rights not the thing you Mei nationals always preach about to the rest of the world?” Xiao Luo asked.

President Bama was silent once again.

Xiao Luo laughed and said, “I am sure those prisoners would have preferred to face execution rather than to be subjected to these live experiments.”

President Bama waved a hand to dismiss the conversation and said, “Let us not talk about this. You have yet to answer my question. Who in the world are you?”

“A Hua nation man.”

Xiao Luo said with a wry smile, and added, “I was born and bred in the Hua nation!”

“How many more like you are there in the Hua Nation?” President Bama asked again. That was the most important question he had wanted to ask.

“A lot,” Xiao Luo said in a straightforward tone.

“A lot?”

That shocked both President Bama and the secretary standing beside him. That guy in front of them had caused the entire federal government to suffer such turmoil in just a few days. It was mindboggling to imagine that there were more of them.

“Of course, there are a lot of us!”