The attention of the participants turned to the live broadcast screen almost at the same time, but intermittent boos soon broke out. The reason is very simple. The person who looked over was not Mr. Mo, who had been a "passerby" for a long time, but the female assistant behind him.
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The person who first issued the reminder was an extraordinary species. Even in the circle of "similar" people, it was very shameful to be despised so directly. It was inevitable to say a few words: "You are blind, Mr. Mo just clearly ordered
What did you pay her!"
"Yeah?"
"It seems so." Someone testified.
It was indeed Mr. Mo who greeted Yin Le before, and the latter leaned down and listened carefully. Since it was from a side view, it was impossible to see what was being said. But within a few seconds, Yin Le straightened up and turned slightly.
Overdoing it just gives the live camera a clearer profile.
The camera and line of sight are at the wrong angle, but it's obvious that Yin Le is looking this way.
At this time, Mr. Mo nodded again to the "veteran hand" a little further away, stretched out his thumb and little finger, and made a gesture of contact. The wheelchair under him turned lightly and headed towards the cruise ship parked at the pier.
He left just like that.
There is no longer any obstacle between Mr. Mo and the cruise ship. Perhaps the "Fuso Sacred Tree Great God Hidden System" hidden in the endless sunshine is one, but Pope Baiji has not shown any intention to obstruct it.
However, many people suspect that this extremely intelligent His Holiness the Pope has secretly established a connection with Mr. Mo by virtue of the convenient location.
Didn’t you see that he had already “volunteered” before?
Mr. Mo left, and Yin Le, who had been acting as a personal assistant, did not follow him. Instead, she turned completely towards the lake and nodded to that side.
The live broadcast froze for a moment. The language of the camera perfectly showed the ignorance of the owner of the perspective. Of course, he was definitely receiving instructions.
Two seconds later, the coverage area of the live broadcast began to shrink and quickly concentrated around Yin Le. Obviously, the bearer of the main lens of the live broadcast was approaching Yin Le.
In the virtual venue, there were noises such as "Lock Mr. Mo", but the vast majority of people still maintained a high level of interest in the current changes.
Finally, the camera gave a close-up of Yin Le, the second-ranking figure in the Blood Flame Order who was only slightly famous in the other world. From this moment on, he entered the vision of at least two-fifths of the extraordinary species in the world.
However, her eyes were still a little out of focus, and she didn't seem to understand Mr. Mo's arrangements very well, and she knew nothing about the live broadcast. She was just a narrator:
"Sir, what you mean is that you can start quoting."
There was silence in the virtual venue for a short period of time.
A considerable number of people looked at each other and exchanged glances. However, at an invisible level in the audience, the amount of information exchanged secretly should be a thousand times greater.
It took a lot of effort before someone answered: "This is... straightforward enough."
"Are you sure he didn't attend the meeting?"
or……
Most people added a linking word in their minds, or directly or implicitly looked at Ouyang Chen and His Majesty Emperor Wu.
Unfortunately I didn't get any feedback.
After Yin Le said that, he did not intend to explain further. Instead, he turned to the veterans and exchanged some greetings and comfort. The energy and tongue spent on this had exceeded the so-called quotation statement in the blink of an eye.
And the difference continues to widen.
This also allows all attendees to confirm that they will not be able to obtain any more information from the live broadcast.
What worries them even more is that the most critical "picture-in-picture" is currently stopped.
It was as if an absurd drama had suddenly come to an end.
Those abstract changes that can arouse the imagination of the extraordinary beings present are suddenly locked in a certain moment. Even if the eyes of the participants are all focused on it, it is difficult to move them one bit.
A few seconds later, the small window turned into annoying snowflake noise, drowning out people's last thoughts.
"Fuck, this is a provocation!" Someone jumped up and slapped the case. His muscular body looked very intimidating, but unfortunately there were only a few people who responded.
The minds of the vast majority of people are far from reaching the level where they need to show extreme emotions. They are just like creeping weeds and mosquitoes and flies flying around:
"What does this mean? Does it mean that he can control the information transmission in the 'alien space'?"
"Why is he so eager to show this? Are you tired of living?"
"Do you really want us to quote...that alien space?"
"Cooperative development? Such a good idea!"
"Are you thinking too complicated? Maybe you just told the people in the action team... that you wanted to redeem them with money."
Inside and outside the venue, multi-person and multi-faceted communication continues to heat up, but the significance of the virtual venue itself is no longer that important.
"An appraisal meeting has reached this point. I need to review it."
In the buzzing noise of the virtual meeting place, President Abner gently stroked the yellow beard on his cheek and maintained communication with Director Mou from Malen, but the topic also changed very quickly: "Over there in Ticheng
The broadcast has stopped... but I heard that Kadru's soul has returned to his senses. No matter how he behaves, he is still a member of the association. His soul was severely damaged today, and the consequences are unpredictable. The association needs to help."
During the private conversation, Mou Dong became more frank at this time: "Well, we were the ones who contacted Kadru. As the people directly responsible, we are the ones with the unshirkable responsibility... Don't think about it, such important research materials will definitely not be let out.
of!"
"Is it Apocalypse who won't let it go, or Deep Blue who won't let it go?"
"...We can discuss this issue after the meeting."
President Abner laughed: "Why bother with the meeting later? Of course it is not good to end it in a hurry... Why don't we adjourn the meeting first?"
The last sentence was directly heard by every participant.
"Adjourn the meeting?"
"Currently, the situation has gone beyond the original theme of the meeting, and due to restrictions, there are still many people who have not had time to attend the meeting and participate in the discussion... For example, His Excellency, the chief priest of the Justice Order. It is better to adjourn the meeting for the time being, tomorrow, or a few days later.
, it is also possible to discuss it separately.”
Most of the participants were a little excited. In fact, there are many people who need to consolidate their scattered thinking and need some time and space to settle their thoughts.
But then again, if the meeting is "adjourned", it will undoubtedly give some real big shots an opportunity to join forces. Maybe the next time the meeting is held, the whole situation will be completely different.
I can't even say whether there will be a second half of the meeting.
Many people are confused. The problem is that as the organizer of the conference, President Abner has sufficient authority to enforce this "recommendation".
The next second, before some people could object, Mullen, who received the signal from President Abner's eyes, knocked on the table: "Then we will adjourn the meeting. As for the resumption time, we will notify you separately."
Some people cursed directly, but the broken signal link turned these into meaningless nonsense.
More people don't have the leisure to compete like this. They have to spend more effort to lock in the truly meaningful information from this meeting with almost no conclusion, and use their own connections and other resources to find ore veins and dig them out.
Real gold.
Of course, for some people who currently have first-hand information, it would be even more perfect if they could take the opportunity to capture a new entry point.
The plans of the top always need to be implemented by the people below.
Right now, in the action team by Beishan Lake, team deputy Mende received the latest instructions.
This order bypassed their immediate superior, Supervisor Bai, who had not fulfilled his responsibilities very well, and directly took the command power through the internal authority channel.
"Lock the original 'formatted space' settings and the captain's spindle permissions, turn on the full awareness mode, and maintain this state until there is a clear instruction to change it!"
Mende confirmed his new supervisor, and also confirmed that this "old boss" who was younger than him was still in a bad mood. So he opened his mouth to respond first, buffered himself, and then carefully added:
"Director Yan, it is true that Captain Jimmy's signal cannot be found on the Apocalypse Array. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to hold on here for too long..."
Yan Yongbo's voice sounded like he was chewing on ice: "I will open a higher-level structure and give you the necessary support."
"Aren't you in Ticheng? If you waste it..."
"Care about the things you should care about."
"As you command, sir."
Mende straightened his back subconsciously, causing the entire Dark Blue Walker to buzz. At this time, the seventh-generation movement deeply implanted in the brain and spinal nervous system sent out a clear electrical signal, actively linking him and all surrounding team units.
A "protoformat" hub for members.
A layer of weak but actually existing wonderful structure spreads out from the distant void, and seems to grow from the inside out. The far and near ends echo each other, and merge together at a higher level beyond the spiritual ocean.
In less than a second, the "superior structure" from Yan Yongbo has crossed thousands of kilometers of the Pacific Ocean, arrived in Sakai, and exerted its influence.
But this function is quite restrained. It is only used as a "model" with a weak stickiness to help the formatted space on the verge of collapse due to the lack of "spindle" to do simple splicing and gluing.
At the same time, it also allows the missing structures after bonding to form a stronger "magnetic force" between each other, and uses this "magnetic force" to find the "main axis" signal that has been almost cut off.
As for whether it is useful, Mende, who is on the front line, is not sure - not only because the signal is weak, far beyond the limit of his perception; but also because after the "superior structure" is laid out, they, the front-line personnel,
It only exists as a "tentacle" and no longer needs to perform the function of "analysis".
It should be useful.
The remote blessing of the Apocalypse Array consumes a lot of electricity!
Mende's own active thoughts gradually settled into the deepest part of his heart, until he entered an extremely quiet and pure state.
The presence or absence of Captain Jimmy's signal is no longer an issue that must be considered for him.