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Hu Shijun observed the subtle shift in Liu Yong\'s countenance, prompting him to voice his concern, "Brother Yong, what troubles you?"

Liu Yong responded, his tone tinged with sincerity, "To be frank, I came across a news article two days ago."

He proceeded to provide a brief account of the news report, his words laden with a sense of gravity, "Both news pieces featured reports of a colossal crocodile measuring a staggering 100 meters in length. It is conceivable that these occurrences may be attributed to the same gargantuan reptile. Astonishing as it may seem, there is a plausible veracity to these accounts."

What!

Hu Shijun\'s astonishment was palpable as he struggled to regain his composure, "Brother Yong, is it genuinely plausible for such an immense crocodile to exist in our world?"

Liu Yong responded confidently, "I believe the possibility is not to be dismissed."

My goodness!

Could it be that such an immense crocodile indeed roams the earth?

Once again, Hu Shijun found himself taken aback, his worry seeping into his voice, "Considering our ships regularly traverse the Pacific Ocean, what measures should we take if we were to encounter such a colossal creature?"

Liu Yong attempted to assuage his concerns, stating, "Given the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, the likelihood of such an encounter remains relatively low. Even if we were to cross paths, our vessels are substantial, weighing no less than 100,000 tons. Hence, the potential danger may not be as grave as one might imagine."

Upon hearing this, Hu Shijun felt relief wash over him.

Undoubtedly, such a colossal crocodile poses an immense threat to any ship. Despite the enormity of a 10,000-ton vessel, its hull lacks the thickness of a warship. It is not far-fetched to envision this monstrous creature piercing through the hull, causing the ship to be breached, thus plunging into the depths of the sea—an unfavourable outcome indeed.

May the heavens protect us so our vessel never crosses paths with that colossal crocodile. This silent prayer echoed within Hu Shijun\'s heart.

In the boundless expanse of the Pacific Ocean, the colossal crocodile swam purposefully, propelling itself in a particular direction.

These waters delved deep into the Pacific Ocean, thousands of nautical miles away from the mainland of Yanguo or RB Island.

The immense reptile\'s speed belied its enormity, effortlessly outpacing the average vessel with a velocity of at least fifty to sixty knots. After a few hours had elapsed, an island materialized on the horizon.

The island boasted a substantial size, its expanse spanning several square kilometres upon initial estimation. However, what caught the eye was the presence of artificial structures dotting its landscape.

To be precise, it was an architectural complex of artificial origin comprising numerous edifices. Standing at an impressive six or seven stories, the tallest building had a resplendent glass façade.

Impression walls adorned with barbed wire encircled the entire complex, occasionally punctuated by surveillance cameras.

At the entrance stood four burly men, armed and ready—perhaps mercenaries or elite security personnel.

The gate and every structure within prominently featured the emblem of Fast Company, a symbol that drew one\'s attention.

Fast Company, renowned for its vast financial resources and formidable capabilities, housed many distinguished scientists, particularly those excelling globally in genetic technology and life sciences.

This secret base belonged to Fast Company, and its security measures were meticulously implemented.

Several men peered through binoculars at the summit of the tallest building, fixated on the distant sea. One of the Caucasian men exclaimed, "I\'ve spotted number 1."

"I have as well! It\'s magnificent, adhering faithfully to our instructions."

"I assure you, this will mark the pinnacle of pioneering achievements in the annals of human history, a remarkable breakthrough in genetic engineering and life sciences."

Radiating jubilation, these individuals brandished telescopes to gaze upon the colossal crocodile traversing the distant waves.

Gradually, the speed of the enormous reptile decelerated. As it approached the small island from a mere four to five hundred meters away, it transitioned from swimming atop the water\'s surface to diving beneath it.

A hundred meters downstream, an immense aperture loomed before it, beckoning the creature to venture forth into its depths.

This prodigious chasm, undoubtedly crafted by human hands, bore conspicuous traces of artificial excavation upon its walls.

The arduous process of excavating such an extensive underwater passageway undoubtedly incurred considerable costs, a testament to the substantial investment made by Fast Company.

After navigating the watery tunnel for approximately three to five hundred meters, the lengthy passage gradually inclined, leading to a sudden revelation a few hundred meters later.

Emerging from the cavern\'s depths, the colossal crocodile protruded its head above the water\'s surface before gracefully propelling itself out of the orifice. A vast cavity greeted its arrival—an immense grotto spanning an area of no less than three to four standard football fields and soaring over a hundred meters in height.

Initially a natural cavity of staggering proportions, the diligent efforts of Fast Company had transformed it into its present grandeur.

Illuminated with great lighting fixtures, the cave dispelled any hint of darkness. The installation of numerous light sources rendered the surroundings as bright as day. In addition, many facilities and edifices occupied the space, while two elevators connected the underground chamber to the island\'s surface.

They emerged from one of the elevators, and a grand p of individuals entered. Among them were armed guards, alongside the men observed atop the building. Furthermore, a few individuals donning white lab coats—the scientists of Fast Company—joined the procession.

Once the colossal crocodile had settled within this expansive cavern, one of the scientists sat before a laptop, swiftly inputting a lengthy sequence of commands. In response, the creature succumbed to a deep slumber.

Subsequently, personnel arrived to conduct measurements, meticulously examining the creature\'s overall length, tail length, and head dimensions. Alongside the various physical assessments, a series of comprehensive inspections were conducted on the colossal crocodile.

Following the measurements, satisfaction permeated the group, particularly Ram Scott, the leading figure. Addressing the gathering with deep satisfaction, he proclaimed, "Gentlemen, this is a marvel of life sciences—our number 1 has undergone remarkable growth."

A scientist clad in a white lab coat interjected, "Mr. Ram Scott, we have shattered its genetic constraints. Theoretically, its growth potential knows no bounds—it could reach lengths of 200 or even 300 meters."

Ram Scott responded, "Excellent! This is truly a perfection in every sense. The only lamentable aspect is its somewhat sluggish growth rate. Despite five years passing, it has only attained a length of 100 meters."

The scientist beside him offered assurance, "We are currently developing a gene-altering drug tailored specifically for Number 1. Upon successful completion, we anticipate a significant acceleration in its growth rate."

"Marvelous! I implore you to expedite the development of this gene-altering drug. Should research funds prove insufficient, I shall personally appeal to the boss on your behalf."

The group exuded an air of contentment.

Fast Company had dedicated substantial resources, both in terms of labour and material, over several years, culminating in the creation of a colossal oceanic beast under their control. Their ambition—to establish unrivalled dominion over the oceans—hinged upon the fruits of genetic engineering and life sciences.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, beckoning the group\'s attention, "Everyone, come take a look! It appears that Number 1 has been attacked."

In an instant, the gathering encircled the creature. True to the claim, a mark of aggression blemished the colossal crocodile\'s back—an assault that had barely scratched the surface, leaving a white imprint larger than a palm.

Prolonged scrutiny ensued until Ram Scott erupted in gleeful laughter, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a fortuitous occurrence! Our Number 1 has endured an attack, leaving naught but a white mark. This demonstrates the formidable strength of its defense."

Indeed, the significance of this attack and its reasons failed to penetrate their thoughts. Oblivious to the creature\'s violent assault on a whaling vessel, resulting in the deaths of over twenty crew members, their attention remained fixated on the crocodile\'s unyielding resilience.