Chapter 9

Anchorage Base was abnormally bustling.

In the clear sky, black dots gradually appeared from the distance, ten C-5 Galaxy large strategic transport aircraft, the largest strategic transport aircraft currently in service with the U.S. Air Force.

More than twenty H-53 "Sea Stallion" large helicopters, a high-speed assault type developed for the U.S. Marine Corps, are the largest assault multi-purpose military helicopters in the Western world today, used for forced entry into enemy territory for raids or air landings.

In the distance, there were F-16 "Fighting Falcon" fighters and F-12 "Raptor" fighter squadrons soaring through the sky, breaking the sound barrier, leaving long-lasting sonic boom trails.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...*

The vast blue sky was not obscured by the machines, but the massive noise from the propellers and the sonic boom trails in the background created a sense of overwhelming force, bringing a sense of imminent war.

It all seemed like a sudden entry into war.

Nearly two thousand elite soldiers from the Army, Navy, and Air Force, equipped with the latest weapons, disembarked from the C-5 Galaxy transport aircraft and H-53 large helicopters, parachuting into Anchorage Base.

In the distance, dust clouds rolled.

The Army, stationed at the Alaska military base, directly drove the M1A2 Abrams main battle tanks, equipped with the most advanced vehicle information systems and battlefield management systems, new protective armor, and electronic equipment, alongside the main force, approaching Anchorage city to enforce military control and begin evacuating the city's 300,000 civilians.

This was not all; various large passenger aircraft were temporarily requisitioned and flew in from the sky, carrying top biomedical teams from 21 countries and various high-precision biochemical medical instruments.

General Jericho of the Army, a robust figure with a stern face, quickly fortified Anchorage Base, taking over the wartime defense arrangements, leaving the base staff stunned and at a loss.

General Augustine of the Air Force, with a commanding presence, led the most elite hundred-man unit into the command room of Anchorage Base, taking over command in the simplest way, showing identification documents, "This is an order from the Pacific Rim Military Defense United Nations. Now, please cooperate and pause your current activities."

General Augustine gestured, and the stunned command room personnel were immediately escorted out by the soldiers. Elite military technicians then installed the latest radar systems and connected to satellites.

General Augustine broadcast directly: "All personnel at Anchorage Base, the base is temporarily under military control. Ground base combat personnel will be deployed by General Jericho. Maintenance technicians, do not stop working; repair the mechs as quickly as possible; we might need this big guy."

"Everything remains the same; please continue with your duties."

"The treatment room is temporarily off-limits. Do not enter without permission. If you do, you will be shot on sight."

General Augustine's words silenced the entire Anchorage Base, leaving only the rapid footsteps of the troops. At this moment, their familiar Marshal Steck appeared, "Follow General Augustine; everything is as usual, folks, nothing to worry about." This calmed the base personnel.

Led by Dr. Tungus, the dean of Harvard Medical School, the top biomedical teams from 21 countries, consisting of 130 biomedical Ph.D.s, each a national treasure, were heading to the treatment room.

Dr. Tungus, a slender figure with flaxen hair, sharp eyes, and a brand-name black suit under a white lab coat, had polished black shoes, exuding a British gentleman's demeanor. Leading the 130 top biomedical Ph.D.s in researching the alien, this was the most exciting and peak achievement of his life.

Whatever they discovered from the alien would be his own accomplishment, an achievement that no one in the entire biomedical field could match.

This was the pinnacle achievement in human biomedical history.

Dr. Tungus was elated, his steps quickening, but he was puzzled by who had used an electromagnetic spectrum instrument for detecting nuclear reactors to measure the alien, calculating that the alien had a base strength of 8,000 tons, an absurd figure.

"It's you, perverted Celia!"

"It's you, balding, emaciated, transplanting rabbit organs to your son, nearly dead but still greedy for wealth and power, stealing student results, and sexually harassing students, Tungus!"

Dr. Tungus, leading the group, turned a corner and saw Celia standing outside the glass wall, looking at the alien. His neck stiffened, and his face changed instantly.

Celia, hearing someone call her perverted, turned her sharp eyes and saw Dr. Tungus approaching.

"I will have my lawyer sue you for defamation and slander." Dr. Tungus's sharp eyes darkened, his gaze filled with hatred, his teeth grinding, veins bulging, and he shouted loudly, "Now, get out of here!"

Seeing Celia again, Dr. Tungus's usual gentlemanly demeanor could not be maintained.

Celia's past actions were too perverted, making even her former teacher, Dr. Tungus, fear and want to kill her.

Celia grew up in the slums, and a neighbor once reported her for killing her stepfather, dismembering the body, and scaring her mother into insanity, leading to her forced hospitalization.

Celia had a unique talent in biomedical science, solving problems that others found difficult with just a few glances. At 15, she was spotted by Dr. Tungus and taken on as a disciple.

If that was all, it would have been fine.

But unfortunately, at 18, Celia, dressed in a formal suit, white blouse, knee-length skirt, and black stockings, exuding a cold and confident aura, caught the eye of the self-proclaimed gentleman, greedy, and lustful Dr. Tungus, who developed inappropriate intentions towards his disciple.

Celia, annoyed, won the Nobel Prize in Medicine for discovering how cells sense and adapt to oxygen supply, avoiding her teacher and securing an independent biological research position at Harvard Medical School.

The next year, seeing no change in her teacher, she won a second Nobel Prize for her research on the cellular response to temperature.

Most people would have given up by then.

After all, she had already won two Nobel Prizes and was the youngest Nobel laureate in the world, listed on the U.S. national research expert protection list.

Dr. Tungus, however, felt challenged and prepared to use a series of forced and semi-voluntary means, rationalizing them.

For Dr. Tungus, it was nothing unusual; the medical and academic fields were like that. If Celia hadn't won two Nobel Prizes, he could have used threats, fake research, and other tactics to make her comply.

It was a rule in the academic world.

Unfortunately, Celia was too smart, seeing through Dr. Tungus's true nature and just wanting to focus on her research without any trouble.

While preparing for her third Nobel Prize, Dr. Tungus visited Celia in the lab, and the self-proclaimed gentleman accidentally killed Celia's beloved five-year-old experimental rabbit.

Celia was devastated, crying until her eyes were almost blind, and began to become perverted.

She developed a desire for revenge.

Finding Dr. Tungus's 7-year-old son, on a dark and stormy night when Dr. Tungus was away, she performed a two-hour surgery, transplanting the rabbit's organs to Dr. Tungus's son, ensuring her beloved rabbit's organs continued to live on in Dr. Tungus's son.

The surgery was perfect.

Dr. Tungus's son's organs functioned normally, and as he grew, they even worked well.

The only issues were the size and long urination time, but otherwise, there were no problems.

To this day, this organ transplant surgery is considered a miracle by Harvard Medical School students, shocking the world.

The images of the vascular and nerve connections in Dr. Tungus's son's organs are still a secret research project at Harvard, astonishing new students with the perfect technique.

It took over a year for Dr. Tungus to discover the problem with his son. Celia's surgical success, with no complications, was remarkable. If not for the long urination time, Dr. Tungus might never have noticed.

Dr. Tungus quickly found out the truth, knowing it was Celia's doing, but he was more afraid.

Celia had used Dr. Tungus's and his son's genes to create a gene bomb targeting the Tungus family lineage.

It would cause males with Tungus blood to have gradually declining male hormones, losing sexual desire, and becoming celibate, contributing more to the medical field.

Unfortunately, Celia was intercepted before she could release the gene bomb into the medical school's water system.

But fortunately, Celia was too smart. She just shook the test tube, and the gene bomb became ineffective due to a chemical reaction.

As always, there was no evidence linking Celia to the dismemberment of her stepfather, the organ transplant, or the gene bomb.

Even knowing Celia was making the gene bomb, Dr. Tungus could not prove it.

To this day, Dr. Tungus still avoids drinking water at the medical school.

Over the years, Celia faced constant targeting at the medical school. When she realized Dr. Tungus was trying to cut her funding and isolate her, she grabbed a folding chair, beat up Dr. Tungus, and left the school.

To this day, Celia is a legendary figure at Harvard Medical School.

Celia, tall and wearing thick-soled high heels, stood eye-to-eye with Dr. Tungus, her head tilted, her long, white neck exposed, her delicate nose pointed at Dr. Tungus, her eyes filled with disdain: "Tungus, stealing my abandoned experiments to win the Nobel Prize, do you now have the confidence to speak to me?"

Celia left so gracefully that her abandoned experiments were almost complete, and Dr. Tungus took over, winning the Nobel Prize years later.

Dr. Tungus's face darkened, feeling the mocking gazes of the international biomedical Ph.D.s behind him. The entire medical community knew about the incident at the medical school.

He hated Celia for disrupting the rules.

At the same time, Celia was too strong, too powerful for Dr. Tungus's decades of connections to handle.

Dr. Tungus was secretly afraid.

"I won the Nobel Prize with a clear conscience."

"Celia, your character is corrupt, and I will not allow you to corrupt the medical field."

"Get her out, don't let her near the alien visitor."

Dr. Tungus, with a dark face, shouted, commanding his two disciples to remove Celia.

Celia stood her ground, laughing sarcastically: "My talent surpasses all of you combined. I was the first to study this, and no one understands this body better than I do."

"This is my territory, Tungus, and you have no power to remove me."

The two disciples hesitated, Celia's presence overwhelming, making her seem like the true owner.

"I am the leader of the biomedical team, and I say..."

Dr. Tungus was interrupted by a voice.

"Since Dr. Celia is here, let her join the research." General Augustine, with a small belly and a commanding presence, stepped forward, his eyes stern but warm: "Please start as soon as possible; there isn't much time for emotional exchanges."

Dr. Tungus's words were cut off, his face turning red, glaring at the two disciples, who responded, "Yes, General Augustine," and quickly led the team into the treatment room.

Celia, head still held high, nodded to General Augustine, "Good job, small belly general." Then, she turned and entered the treatment room, shouting.

"What's going on, are you messing around?"

"Go read the basic tests I've done first."

"I am the leader!"

"My talent is a hundred times stronger than yours, and I have two Nobels!"

"You... you... you..."

"Go get the data, a bunch of Ph.D.s worse than elementary school students!"

"Small belly general..." General Augustine's expression stiffened, his belly subconsciously tightening.