"Haha, haha, is this the joy of losing everything?"
"Come on, embrace the chaos, embrace the ultimate freedom!"
"Come into my arms, children, only I can make you great again!"
In a silver-white titanium alloy cage, lies Lieutenant General Laura with disheveled hair.
At this time, he was in a state of madness, with fire burning in his eyes, and his mouth kept making horrible noises that only a demon could make.
Outside, a group of researchers in white coats were discussing something under the surveillance of heavily armed soldiers.
"According to the surveillance video, the Lieutenant General took the bloody flame given by the devil." The leading young researcher pondered.
"The Lieutenant General is also a mutant, why didn't the mutants resist him?" the young assistant asked.
"Xenogenes are the immune products of natural space against mysterious invasions. Under what circumstances will the immune system accept foreign bodies?" the old researcher asked rhetorically.
"With the injection of anti-rejection drugs?" the assistant replied tentatively.
"The error is naturally caused by the non-existence of the immune system." the old researcher reminded.
"By the way, the brain is where the immune system does not work. It can escape the jurisdiction of the immune system." The assistant suddenly realized.
"You are right. The only reason is that the immune system of the alien species has disappeared, so it did not resist the bloody flame." The old researcher said with a serious face.
"In other words, this bloody flame will make the defense mechanism of the alien species disappear? Isn't this the HIV virus? It specifically attacks the immune system itself." The young researcher was shocked.
You must know that the resistance of alien species to various negative effects is very powerful, and it is also the source of the alien species' sense of superiority.
However, now that even alien species can't resist what the devil gives them, the problem is huge.
The demon's defeat on the frontal battlefield was indeed not the end.
"You have been discussing for so long, what should we do now? Is there any hope for you, Lieutenant General?" a soldier asked.
"The only way now is to perform surgery to remove the alien species from the body." The old researcher gave the only solution.
"What's the risk?" the soldier asked.
"The risk is not great. Xenotransplantation is a very mature job. Just control the Lieutenant General."
"We need a calm lieutenant general, not a powerful alien, so let's do the surgery." The soldier said directly.
The old researcher was a little surprised. Can a soldier make such a decision?
"This is the lieutenant general's son." the assistant whispered.
He understands.
"Okay then, we will arrange the operation now. Please let the lieutenant general sleep first." The old researcher nodded.
The lieutenant general's son waved his hand, and the soldiers began to prepare the tranquilizer gun. The syringe was very thick, as thick as a child's arm. It should be used for elephants or even whales.
At this moment, everyone saw ripples appearing in the air.
The next moment, an old man also wearing a white coat, but with messy hair appeared here.
"Dr. Stein?" the lieutenant general's son asked in surprise.
Of course he knew this former collaborator, the scientist who proposed a series of black technologies.
"No, please call me Doctor Strange now. I am a scientist who has mastered magic now." Dr. Stein smiled, and then pointed towards the noisy cage.
A black aura appeared, and the Lieutenant General swayed, then passed out.
"This, this, have you also changed your profession to become a superhero?" the old researcher asked.
"Well, because I discovered that only magic can fight against magic, I changed my profession." Dr. Stein said with a smile.
"You are lying! The doctor would never do this! He is the most staunch scientific supremacy. You are a fake!"
It was no one else but the young assistant who spoke out!
The next moment, he turned into a pile of mud.
And Dr. Stein suddenly transformed into a clown!
"Ah! How did you get in here?" The old researcher felt incredible.
"Haha, I want to thank the demons for their invasion. Their appearance has made me stronger, not to mention that there is such a bright coordinate here." The clown laughed wildly.
Then he got into the cage the next moment and grabbed Lieutenant General Laura.
There was a loud sound of gunfire.
Unfortunately it was too late, both of them disappeared in the ripples.
"Damn it! Damn it! Bastard!" The lieutenant general's son fired his gun crazily, causing bullets to ricochet.
The people around him were so frightened that they quickly ran away.
After all the bullets were fired, the lieutenant general's son calmed down and said to the researchers:
"We can't continue to be cowardly like this!"
"We can no longer let others come in and out at will!"
At this time, the old researcher emerged from behind a pillar.
"There is only one way, and that is to concentrate the power of faith and cultivate a super powerful hero."
"How to focus your energy?"
"Explode the population. If the population explodes to 10 billion, the hero's power will be thirty times the previous one. If the population explodes one trillion, the power will be three thousand times the previous one. Such a powerful force is close to what the earth can contain.
My mysterious power has reached its upper limit."
"One trillion? Even if the earth is broken, we can't do it."
"Dr. Stein previously developed a technology for intubation in the back of the head. Normal reproduction of the population requires too much, including food, clothing, housing, transportation and entertainment needs. If we follow the Matrix, the space and resources to feed one person are enough to feed a whole person.
Thousands of people. At the same time, we can also vigorously develop other habitable planets, just to solve the problem of transmitting the power of faith across galaxies." The old researcher suggested.
"Well, that's right. You reminded me that I should have done this a long time ago. The previous guys were too conservative!" The lieutenant general's son was ecstatic when he heard this.
"But this matter can only be decided after discussion by the Eagle Fort Committee."
"No need, that backward and inefficient decision-making model should have been eliminated long ago! It should be the Caesar model now!" the son of the lieutenant general said without hesitation.
The old researcher was stunned when he heard this.
Although McCann also has a family tradition of being in power for generations, there are really not many people who blatantly say they want to be Caesar.
"Caesar! Our Caesar!" the soldiers shouted fervently.
They seemed to admire this lieutenant general's son who had not been seen much before.
"Well, my name is Caesar today, and you will start studying the Matrix model immediately!" Caesar ordered without hesitation.
The old researcher thinks that the other party is a fool?
Did he think that the huge Eagle Fort and its complex operating mechanisms could be mastered by just shouting a few slogans?
Where are funds allocated from?
Where will the manpower be arranged?
How should the process go?
How to get others to trust you?
These things are nothing.
"Sorry, I'm not Doraemon. I can only make suggestions. I can't just give you whatever you want." The old researcher spread his hands.
"what do you need?"
"Funds, manpower, team, and formal process documents..." the old researcher said one by one.
"These are not problems," Caesar said, taking out a plate from his arms, "This is the account password and related permissions that my father used to order. I can now allocate what you want on the management platform.
"
The old researcher was stunned, and then he realized that the other party had already prepared it.
I'm afraid things like fingerprints and iris have already been prepared.
