After all, data is just data. Once the calculation exceeds the data, none of the three Miyamoto Ichiro can react in time.
A middle-aged man sat in front of the computer, the screen flashing red light, showing the words "uncalculated".
Finally, the screen goes black, which means that the three Ichiro Miyamotos have been destroyed.
"This person's power has exceeded his expectations. It's getting more and more interesting." The middle-aged man was not disappointed, his eyes were full of excitement and expectation.
The more powerful power data is collected, it means that their future achievements will only get higher and higher.
"All the data just now has been collected. Is this a god-level power?" The staff was a little surprised.
These data have far exceeded any data known to human beings, and I really doubt whether such a person exists.
The middle-aged man lit a cigar and said slowly: "You will get used to it slowly. All their data will be cloned and everything will be under our control. Focus on taking care of this person and check his identity. I think this person
There must be a place in the dark world.”
"No problem, Master. According to our intelligence collection, information about the Faceless Men has appeared no less than three times. Should we take precautions?"
"Hmph, it would be interesting if this ancient organization wanted to have a hand in it. We don't need to be afraid of them now."
"yes!"
The man looked at the scene of the battle just now and murmured to himself: "You are so high above me. It won't be long before you kneel in front of me and beg me not to kill you. I will be the strong man in this world."
Wells base!
After Ning Fan dealt with the three impostors, Zhang Kuang walked in and said, "Did you kill this?"
"Well, let's go in and take a look."
"Walk!"
The two of them took the elevator down to the bottom floor, where there was not a single guard.
"I think behind this door is their base camp."
"Open it!"
This was an iron door. The two of them increased their strength and forced it open. The scene inside surprised them.
"Hiss... isn't this too cruel?" Zhang Kuang took a deep breath.
"A bit indeed."
Because in front of us is a huge processing factory, with replicas hanging on the water belt, all of which look like Ichiro Miyamoto.
There are definitely eight hundred of them, not to mention a thousand. It's a pity that they are copies of the first generation and have not yet been given the power.
"I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, we would be able to survive in batches of such clones."
Ning Fan couldn't help but marvel at how rapidly today's technology has developed. If it were used in weapons or war, it would be devastating.
The two came to the control console, which had been programmed to run on its own, and destroying it would be useless.
Didi didi...
"Self-destruction process begins, countdown to 60..."
The two of them looked at each other and rushed to the stairs in unison. They ignored the elevator and climbed out from the passage like agile spider-men.
The moment he climbed up, the explosion below had already begun, and raging flames surged up from the elevator shaft.
Ning Fan hid behind the cover. Although he was not injured by the explosion, the ground began to crack.
The ground here is about to collapse.
"run!"
Both of them were SSS-level masters. They ran out as fast as they could, and the ground behind them collapsed.
If they had been slower, both of them would have been buried alive.
I don’t know how many kilograms were buried in the explosion below, but I do know that if they had reacted slower, they would have been reduced to ashes.
The two of them jumped separately.
Ning Fan landed in a safe place, but Zhang Kuang couldn't keep up.
Fortunately, Ning Fan turned around and pulled the other person, and the two landed safely on the ground.