Wen Rensheng lowered his head to read, and Wu Liansong looked over curiously and saw the same sentence.
"What does this mean?" He was shocked and asked in disbelief, "Has Master Ding predicted that he can only live for 6 more months?"
"Who knows?" Wen Rensheng silently closed the page and shook his head.
"What a shame, it's true that good people don't live long..." Wu Liansong was halfway through his sentence when he realized the slip of the tongue. If a person who is more than three hundred years old still has a short life, how can he be willing to let the villains who were shot in their twenties be willing to do so?
Wen Rensheng nodded: "Yes, this is also a complete life."
After Wu Liansong figured it out, he felt much relieved. Looking at the thick thread-bound ancient book in Wen Rensheng's hand, he suddenly felt unwilling.
"You think I have missed something in the past two days? I always feel like the master wants to accept me as his disciple before he dies." He murmured to himself.
"This is all your hallucination. You haven't missed anything," Wen Rensheng interrupted his thoughts forcefully, "Let's go, let's go back and see what's going on with Master Yuan first."
As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and checked to see if there were any messages.
He was not disappointed, two sets of messages were sent to his cell phone.
One is from Fan Xing, and the other is a message from the temporary expert group.
Fan Xing: "Four captures and one escape. Master Yuan is chasing the fugitive. Be careful when you come back."
Within the expert group:
"It's strange. Where do these guys get the courage?"
"Courage? I have been to America many times and participated in many exchange meetings. People there are robbed of the business of beheading, and no one cares about the business of losing money. Since those people dare to come here to scheme against us, there must be something wrong with them.
A huge benefit.”
"No need to make random guesses. Let's take a rest first and wait patiently for the results of the interrogation. Mr. Zheng and his apprentice, Expert Lu, are good at mind attack and hypnosis. It shouldn't take long to figure out why."
They are all great gods. It would be nice if they could touch them some time and gain more air. Wen Rensheng thought silently.
After reading the news, Wen Rensheng and Wu Liansong hurried back to the vicinity of the Fire Eye.
Here again a group of experts gathered, standing or sitting, whispering.
Not far from everyone, there was a white tent standing on a tree. Some strange sounds were coming from the tent.
"Brother, you're back. This guy next to you looks familiar." Fan Xing saw Wen Rensheng and the others and immediately came over to greet them.
"Oh, this is my colleague in the company, Teacher Wu Liansong." Wen Rensheng introduced.
"Hello, Mr. Wu." Fan Xing stepped forward to shake hands.
Wu Liansong forced a smile and shook hands with the other party. He was still immersed in the emotion of missing five million, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.
"Isn't this Brother Liansong? Are you here too?" Some of the other experts had already recognized Wu Liansong and came over to greet him warmly.
As soon as the few people got together, they immediately started chatting.
The circle of mysterious experts was not large to begin with, with a total of several thousand people, which was not enough for two or three large groups. Soon more people came over to talk to Wu Liansong.
"I'm here with Master Ding." Wu Liansong introduced to everyone.
"Master Ding?" Someone said thoughtfully, "It seems that the master is over three hundred years old this year, right?"
"Yes, even if he is a mysterious master, he seems to be approaching the end of his age." Someone lamented.
Wen Rensheng would not participate in these gossips. He just found a colorful blanket, sat down on the spot, and recalled the information about Ding Chenghai he had seen before.
"Ding Chenghai."
"Mystery: 0/8."
"Mysterious composition: seed of hatred, sharing of alien species, extraordinary physique (initial)."
Sharing of different species, this is the real reason why the other party also lived over 300 years old and dared to pretend to be a master.
It's just that the other party has never really practiced hard, and is completely a parasite, a model of "living a hundred years without ambition".
The world is so big and full of wonders.
When Wen Rensheng was thinking, two experts, one old and one young, walked out of the tent one after another.
"Master, I really didn't expect that the Americans' technology has become so powerful that they can actually imitate alien species. But aren't these people afraid of death? This is obviously a suicide attempt." The young expert exclaimed.
"Huh, it's very common. They say life is priceless. In fact, there are too many people who dare to take risks. Many people from small countries dare to voluntarily sign up to join the foreign legion just for a red card from our great country.
What's more, they are willing to join the punishment camp, the men in black... You know, the death rate in those places is never low." The old expert said with disapproval, clasping his hands behind his back.
At this time, someone saw the two people coming out and shouted: "There is a situation."
Everyone immediately gathered around, chattering like a aunt from the street office. How could she still have any condescending and expert demeanor?
Wen Rensheng was not surprised. There were all experts here. Who should show off their demeanor? Who doesn’t know who?
But he would not lose his grace for such a trivial matter, he just closed his eyes and slightly raised his ears.
After all, if he wants to know something, others will definitely ask him.
"Teacher Zheng, what's going on inside?" Someone asked as expected.
"Oh, the four people caught have admitted that the alien species they have is a technological imitation and is an experimental product. It is only valid for three months. If you complete the task, you can get longer and better effects.
Imitation,”
Mr. Zheng said slowly,
"As for who made these imitation alien species, they don't know. They only know that the imitations were provided by the white-haired old man who escaped, and the old man was their leader."
"The real purpose of calculating us is just to do a field test - the people behind them want to know the effect of the imitations and whether they can truly fight against us, the strongest group of aliens on the surface."
"Imitation?" someone asked in surprise, "Can mysterious alien species be imitated?"
Mr. Zheng said with some displeasure: "Why, you still don't believe in my questioning skills?"
"I believe it, we just suspect that what these people know may not be true. After all, since they are experimental subjects, how can they know the real situation?" The man explained quickly with a smile.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This is very possible, but these prisoners can only provide this information. The real information should be on the escaped old man." Zheng
The old gentleman nodded and didn't care anymore.
Someone heard this and frowned deeply: "Oh, I didn't expect that these Western barbarians still have an advantage that cannot be underestimated in the way of science and technology. It seems that we still have to find some way to smooth out this technological generation gap.
"
"There is a secret alliance in the Western world. The most elite ones often choose to immigrate to America and join forces with dozens of countries to fight against our great China. Of course, we can take the lead. Although we try our best to divide and win over, the races are different.
Coupled with their unique beliefs and unaccustomed to the strict management of our Inspection Department, they have been unable to attract real talents." someone explained.
Some people said disdainfully: "Huh, the so-called way of science and technology is nothing more than that. Compared with the mysterious alien species, one cannot live forever and the other cannot be extraordinary. Although it is good at destruction and construction, it can only transform and strengthen itself. The ancients two thousand years ago
There are people who live to be over a hundred years old. Nowadays, with such good technology, isn’t the maximum lifespan still only over a hundred years old?”
"It's really hateful! If we weren't lucky this time, we would have suffered a big loss. We actually used imitations to fight against real mysterious experts like us, and cost us our lives. There are only more than 200,000 of us, ordinary people.
How many? As many as you want?" Yan Ze, who had been silent until now, suddenly became irritable.
When everyone heard this, they were speechless for a moment.
What the other party said was right. The mysterious expert who was so high above the others was now almost at a huge loss by a group of impostors.
Fan Xing couldn't help but look at Wen Rensheng. Now that he thought about it, the other party seemed to have made hints several times, but no one paid attention. Although he was wary, he didn't really take it to heart.
At this moment, Yuan Shouyi had returned holding an old man with white hair.
The old man had a pale complexion, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and had no breath.
"It's a pity that the person died because of excessive force. After all, he was not a real master, but he only reached the level of a master in certain skills." He shook his head and said.
Everyone wanted to give a few compliments, but they were not in the mood at the moment, so they didn't bother to say anything. After all, in our position, we really don't want to compliment the master, and there is nothing missing.
Yuan Shouyi glanced at everyone and immediately smiled: "I understand the situation, why are you so depressed? We experts have long stopped training for battlefield confrontation. That would be a waste of our own value. We have such long lifespans and extraordinary abilities.
Physique, the important thing to do is to accumulate knowledge and study knowledge, not to charge into battle."
"When I become the governor, I will imitate the training methods of the black-shirted men in Nishimaru Country and form a team of yellow-shirted troops. So what about imitations? The black-shirted men don't even have imitations of alien species. How can they defeat the smaller ones with more?
"
When everyone heard this, they immediately relaxed and their faces were greatly relieved.
Someone laughed: "Yes, we are really fans of the authorities. We are all turning to the role of researchers and scholars now. How many of us will go to the battlefield? This time it is overseas again, without the support of black-shirted people. Otherwise, we
I won’t almost suffer such a big loss.”
"Yes, if in the country, within a radius of a hundred miles, the area has been completely cleared, how could they be allowed to invade and do whatever they want?"
Everyone agreed, but no matter how they said it, they couldn't escape the suspicion of being disrespectful.
Wen Rensheng shook his head slightly. If you lose, you lose. You have to find a way to step down. The experts of this year are not of good quality...
What we need to do now is not to find reasons for the failure just now, but to find lessons for future victories.
Any words like "if" are not willing to admit failure. On the contrary, what needs to be done most now is to learn lessons, admit the reality, make up for the shortcomings, and win back next time.
