This is the base of the equipment department located 120 meters underground. "Watt Alheim" in Norse mythology is translated as "the country of the dwarfs". It is inhabited by dwarf craftsmen with superb craftsmanship, and the weapons of the gods are made by them.
The elites of the equipment department believed that they would never lose to the dwarfs in mythology in terms of manufacturing and craftsmanship, so they chose this name, which is powerful and domineering.
The full name of the "Equipment Department" is "Alchemy and Scientific Engineering Application Research Institute". The guys here pay great attention to their own safety protection. They have made the isolation layer so thick that even a tactical-grade nuclear bomb cannot do anything about it; the air flowing through it
They must undergo dust removal, ionization purification and humidification before they can be inhaled into their lungs; even if the world is flooded, the base will be as safe and sound as Noah's Ark in the Bible, and they will be preserved as the last fire of mankind...
The only thing that can threaten their lives is the bombs they make...
This is a group of out-and-out bomb maniacs. Ninety-nine percent of the items they create will explode. Perhaps the worst examples are the contact lenses, combat underwear and hemorrhoid ointment provided to the executive department.
The only thing that doesn't have the ability to explode is probably junk food. Hamburgers, Coke and Family Buckets are the most sacred things in the world that they consider to be the least processed. Healthy, delicious and convenient coexist. They are simply perfect creations created by gods for fools!
Angers once asked the guys in the equipment department this question: What will happen if you use the latest bomb you developed to blow up your experimental base?
These guys were all glaring and quarreling, and finally divided into two factions. While they were frantically reinforcing the isolation layer, they were also frantically developing powerful concentrated bombs. They enjoyed themselves amidst the explosions every day, and they looked like a group of lunatics.
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Some people say that when you enter a world full of neurotics, you will feel that you are the one. Angers felt this way at the moment. He was wearing a well-dressed black suit, his leather shoes were polished with shoe polish, and he was specially sprayed with cologne.
Perfume, these should be normal meeting standards, right?
But what's up with those guys' uniform oxygen masks, biochemical glasses, respirators, and high-concentration alcohol spray canisters? They looked at themselves with vigilant eyes as if they were looking at something dug out of the ice.
A prehistoric virus, both afraid of being infected by oneself and reluctant to kill oneself.
"Gentlemen……"
As soon as Ange opened his mouth, high-concentration alcohol sprayed out from dozens of watering cans at the same time. The air was filled with a thick mist of small droplets of alcohol. Even if Ange had a good drink, he was almost
Not fainted.
"Let me tell you something first..."
"Zizzi", there was another spray-type alcohol attack. Angers felt as if someone had poured a whole glass of 96-degree water of life into his lungs, and his esophagus was about to burn. He couldn't help but cough.
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"Ahem..."
"Zi Zi"......
"Give me a fuck! Don't let me hear the sound of liquid being squeezed out of the nozzle! Otherwise, you neurotics with terminal delusions will stop trying to get even one cent of research funding from me!"
Even an elegant old Cambridge gentleman like Angers couldn't help but slap the table and utter obscenities.
The needle drop could be heard in the conference room. These guys wearing chemical protective suits and holding nozzles, as if they were going to fertilize pathogens, looked at Angers one by one, and finally fell silent.
"My dear Director Akadullah Ahmed Mohammad Farooq, please explain to me why you sent me thirteen emails in a row. Why does each email begin with 'Death is coming'?
Approaching you...'?" Angers stared at the Arab on his left, "Don't tell me this is because you have been cramming in the "Death is Coming" series recently, but I made a special trip to promote the invitation to Paris Fashion Week.
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The conference room became quieter. The psychos put down the spray in their hands. You looked at me and I looked at you, exchanging looks that said "something big is about to happen."
"Don't scare me, okay?" Ange sighed, "First you bombarded my mailbox with threatening emails, then you forced high-concentration alcohol into my lungs, and now you start playing collective silence with me? What reason do you have?
How do you treat an old man over 130 years old like this?"
"But what is approaching us...is indeed the God of Death." Deputy Director Carl put a piece of audio into the loudspeaker system.
The conference room was very quiet, and the Watts Alheim speakers had 3D surround sound effects. The clear sound of the sea breeze swept into everyone's ears, and the immersion was very strong. When you close your eyes, you feel like you are really standing on an island in the middle of the sea, with waves coming from all directions.
Come.
"Do you still remember the sunken ship you asked us to search? It was in the area of the Japan Trench." Deputy Director Karl said solemnly, "This is where Professor Manns used the sonar modified on the Monyach to scan the target seafloor, trying to find
When the ship sank in the accident, he didn’t hear the audio brought back..."
"Shh." Ange put his index finger between his lips, making a silent gesture.
He was attracted by some sound, a very rhythmic rhythm mixed in the wild and disorderly sea breeze, dong dong, dong dong, dong dong... This sound was so majestic, with some kind of dangerous magic power, as if
On the ancient altar, the sacrifices sang victorious songs, and the strong soldiers beat the war drums along with the songs. The powerful sound of the war drums seemed to penetrate the eardrums and hit the human heart directly.
"It's the sound of a beating heart." Ange broke away from Shen Xiong's voice.
He holds a doctorate in medicine and is familiar with the heartbeats of ordinary creatures, but he has never heard such a strong and stable heartbeat. He just counted the seconds silently, and every heartbeat in the loudspeaker system was completely fixed.
On the beat, the decibel value of the sound is also exactly the same, as if a short section of audio was copied and pasted. It is impossible for a human being to emit such a uniform heartbeat while sleeping!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "We have compared it many times in the research institute, and the heartbeat characteristics show that this is not a whale or a whale shark, but an obvious reptile.
Hidden in the depths of the Japan Trench. The heartbeat intensity of general organisms is positively correlated with body size, but the depth of the Japan Trench is eight thousand meters. The heartbeat sound penetrates eight thousand meters of sea water. We are trying to restore its body model..." Carl
The deputy director sounded horrified, "This thing's heart alone is as big as an adult rhinoceros!"
"It's no longer what he thought. This is a dragon with a heart that is still beating. It lives in the depths of the Japanese Trench!" Ange said coldly, and the folding knife in his hand was suddenly inserted into the table, as if it was inserted into the giant dragon.
heart, "Can you determine the grade of this thing?"
"Having such a majestic heartbeat and being able to survive in a trench below 8,000 meters, the target is expected to be a next-generation species... or even higher!" Deputy Director Carl said in a low voice.
"Does it mean that there is a high probability that this thing is a Dragon King?" Angers frowned, "Our target is obviously a sunken ship, but we happened to find a suspected Dragon King? Isn't this too much of a coincidence?"
"This thing is still an embryo, Principal." Deputy Director Karl said, "We have a bold and reasonable guess that it was hidden on the ship from the beginning, and someone was transporting it purposefully...consigning a ship across the ocean.
Ancient dragon!"
"It's still not sure whether the person who transported the ancient dragon embryo knows the origin of this thing. We have to prepare for the worst, but these are not the top priorities now." Angers said, "How long is its gestation period?"
"A conservative estimate is that it will take at least one year. If it is not conservative... it could be three to five years. It depends on when it is willing to give birth to itself."
"What a willful species...it reminds me of Nezha, the devil boy in ancient Chinese mythology." Ange made a joke and then his expression quickly returned to seriousness, "So this thing has no resistance at least for a year?"
"Yes, fortunately among misfortunes, fortunately we discovered this thing in advance, otherwise we might have to face an ancient dragon-level enemy." Deputy Director Carl nodded.
"It's like you just go to the hospital to have your wrinkles removed, but you are diagnosed with senile actinic keratosis. If you continue to delay, the disease may turn into skin cancer." A key researcher who did not graduate with a doctorate in medicine said by analogy.
"There's no need to curse me like that. Although I'm very old, fortunately my skin has been well maintained and I don't suffer from age spots." Angers sighed, and it was really heartwarming to communicate with these psychopaths who only know how to build bombs.
tired.
"Speaking of which, does the Japanese branch know about this news? Has the Rock Flow Research Institute given any advice?" Angers looked at Deputy Director Carl.
"Opinions? Principal, you made a mistake." Deputy Director Carl said in a serious tone, "'Opinions' should be given to young people by experienced people. But we are smart people, and the Rock Flow Research Institute has
They are a bunch of stupid donkeys, and smart people don’t need the opinions of stupid donkeys.”
"It sounds like you just finished cramming "Afanti"." Angers sighed, "Why do you need to compare others to donkeys? Isn't it good to be humble?"
"That's the stupid pig. Comparing them to multicellular organisms like us is already very flattering. Sometimes I wonder if those stubborn neurons have synapses?" Deputy Director Carl's pride seemed to be engraved on his face.
In my heart.
"Okay, let's not discuss this issue too much. The top priority now is how to deal with the guy in the Japanese Trench. Is it feasible to blow it up with a deep-sea torpedo?" Angers looked at Director Akadura.
"Principal, after fighting against dragons for so long, do you think this thing is an organism that can be eliminated with deep-sea torpedoes?" Director Akadulla said.
"I was abrupt..." Angers nodded.
"However, the plan we have drawn up still uses bombs. We have submitted three plans to the Japanese branch, and they rejected the first two. Their response to the third plan is that it is still open to question," Akadulla said.
Chang said seriously, "Plan A, use the deep-sea version of the B-117 ground-penetrating bomb to blow up the entire seabed. The probability of Japan sinking is 37%. Plan B, there is an active volcano on the seabed of the Korean Peninsula...
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"Their rejection is correct. Stop talking nonsense and just talk about the third one." Angers took a deep breath and wildly hinted in his heart not to care about the lunatic, otherwise he would become unfortunate.
"All in all, one year is a bit tight. We need three heroic specialists to dive into the depths of the Japan Trench to determine the location of this embryo and observe it, and then use our newly developed refined sulfur bomb to penetrate the protective layer of the embryo.
, corrupt its cortex, and then destroy its core!" Researcher Maltu suddenly stood up, "Even the Dragon King cannot resist the fusion of special sulfur and mercury vapor."
"Just like no one can resist the combination of sliced meat and lettuce in a burger!" The researcher who said Angers' age spots may turn into skin cancer spoke again.
"We have prepared the deep submersible, but it must be operated by a specialist with sufficient pedigree, because the incubation of the embryo will contain a field magnetic field, and the brain waves will be affected when the specialist comes close," Deputy Director Karl said.
"Because it may be a Dragon King-level embryo, we must select an 'A'-level or above specialist. Otherwise, the low-blooded guy may want to strip naked and swim naked eight thousand meters under the deep sea, and then be put under tremendous pressure.
Crush it into a bloody mist!" Director Akadulla said solemnly.
"Of course it's not necessarily so dangerous. He may also go crazy and sing Happy Birthday to the embryo." Deputy Director Carl added, "Singing for a whole year until the embryo is born and hatched."
"Okay, I already have a few candidates for the mission specialist, and I will leave the technical issues to you. Remember to repair the submersible more firmly, and the system should be simple enough that even an idiot can operate it." Angers stood up quickly, and in one second
I don't want to spend any time with these psychopaths.
As soon as he turned around, the sound of water sprinkling sounded again behind him, and small drops of alcohol condensed were flying like elves in the sky.
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Boom, boom, boom.
A very rhythmic knock on the door sounded, like an extremely steady and dull heartbeat.
"Who?"
The door was opened by a beautiful aunt-like woman with unkempt hair and a silk nightgown half hanging off her shoulders. She woke up from a hangover and just rolled to the door. She was awakened by the knocking on the door and opened the door.
The sun penetrated through the crack in the door, becoming more and more dazzling. What was reflected in the sun was an extremely cold face. He frowned slightly when he saw the woman's naked appearance, as if he wanted to accuse something.
"Ahhhh!" The woman made a high-pitched voice like a dolphin, and she took the first step to rub Brother Ku's head into her arms, "Why is my good son back at this time? Is the school closed? Or do you want to give your mother a sudden surprise?
"
"I sent you an email last night. I'm doing a research project and I don't need to stay at school for the time being." Brother Ku said softly, "Pull your clothes up a little to avoid catching a cold and having guests at home."
Lu Mingfei popped up from behind Chu Zihang and said, "Hello, Mother Chu!"
"Ahhh!" There was another dolphin sound, "Mingfei is here too, he has grown so much! Have you eaten? Auntie, can you order takeout?"
"We have all eaten, Auntie." Lu Mingfei smiled and shook his head, "There are still people coming as guests this time."
"Um?"
The beautiful girl walked out from the other side of Chu Zihang, with the enthusiasm and color of summer. She bowed slightly, smiling sweetly and gracefully like the girl next door.