Base 13.
Round table.
Cork tried hard to pretend to be calm and controlled himself from looking at Eric Jr.'s expression, hoping to show his maturity.
Bowers clapped his hands lightly. He did not look at Eric Jr. or Josiah, but at his competitor, Schnellson. "The results of the Bitt perfume test are out. Mr. Schnellson, do you have anything to say?"
Schnellson was an old man who was about to mature. It was easier said than done to embarrass him.
An affectionate smile appeared on his face. "Congratulations, Cork. You have done a great thing. I am sincerely happy for your success!"
"What about Eric Jr.?" Bowers turned to look at Eric Jr.. He suddenly wanted to see Eric Jr.'s face when he lowered his head.
"I have a bad feeling …" Eric Jr. was a little distressed, and he looked like he was struggling.
"Is that so?" Bowers sneered secretly.
You still won't admit defeat?
Haha!
There was nothing wrong with insisting on one's own opinion, but in the face of ironclad facts, it was stupid to insist on challenging success!
Josiah took Eric Jr.'s distress very seriously. "Is there a problem with the experiment? Eric Jr., tell me what you feel! "
He also felt that it was not a good thing for the experiment to be too smooth.
However, he did not think too deeply about it.
Now that Eric Jr. had said it, he immediately felt that he should put aside the conflict of interests and deal with it as soon as possible.
"Yes, Eric Jr., if you feel that there is anything else that needs to be corrected, I will immediately ask Major Miller and Dr. Bitt to cooperate with you and do another set of tests." Cork pretended to be modest, but in fact, he scoffed at Eric Jr.'s "provocation" at the moment. It was not impossible to find faults, but you should have brought it up during the test and not after they had retreated. Everyone would know that you were deliberately finding faults.
"I don't know how to say it … I just have a very strange feeling. Ask them to come back quickly. I am worried that something will happen to them!" Eric Jr. could not explain why, but there was a shadow in his heart that could not be dispelled.
"Ugh!" Cork was slightly taken aback, but then he laughed out loud. "Eric Jr., it's right to be cautious, but I believe in Major Miller!"
"In front of the truth, we just need to face it head on. Why do we need to talk about these useless sixth senses? Eric Jr., I suggest you take a good rest. You've been too tense during this period of time. This is not conducive to a calm judgment of reality. When it comes to experiments, we have to pay attention to science, not the Eastern witchcraft of the Far East, where people go to temples and pray for fortune, "Rothko of the Eagle Head Group mocked.
"Eric Jr.?" Bord valued Eric Jr.'s opinion equally.
"Sorry!" Eric Jr. stood up and held his head. "Everyone, there's something wrong with my mind. I'm going back to rest!"
"…" Bord seemed to want to persuade him to stay.
He raised his hand.
In the end.
He gave up.
When Eric Jr. stood up, Thomas similarly did not insist. It was Josiah who quickly stood up and urged Eric Jr.. "I believe that there's nothing wrong with your mind. You've truly discovered the problem. Before the experiment started, I already felt that there was something on your mind … There's no need to care about what others think. Just speak your mind! While it's still not too late, Eric Jr., I hope that you can cast aside those messy things and tell everyone the reason why you're feeling uneasy! I believe you. Your intuition is definitely correct! "
Josiah did not care about Rothko and Cork's mockery at all. He only hoped that he could discover and deal with it as soon as possible before the situation worsened.
Eric Jr.'s DNA had collapsed.
He would not live for more than three years.
Because of Mr. Wood's DNA repair, he had lost all his power in exchange for his future life.
He, who had become an ordinary person, could no longer possess superhuman strength. However, Josiah discovered that Eric Jr. had not completely regressed. At the very least, in terms of mental intuition, he was still very sharp. In fact, it was even better than when he was at his peak.
Now, Eric Jr. felt uneasy.
This was definitely not an illusion!
Josiah hoped that Eric Jr. could grasp this mental intuition. No matter if it was right or wrong, it would be an extremely useful predictive ability!
"I don't know how to say it … I feel uneasy, my heart is palpitating … I'm not jealous of Major Miller and Professor Peter's success at all. On the contrary, I feel very happy … It's just that I have a feeling that they're too successful. There's a kind of … My head hurts. I don't know what to do. I just hope that they can leave Death Canyon as soon as possible. That place … is too peaceful! Damn it, I can't grasp that fleeting feeling in my heart. I'm just … This is too uncomfortable. I'm completely helpless! " Eric Jr. felt that his brain was working at high speed. There seemed to be countless things flashing in his mind. However, he could not grasp anything. He could only watch the situation unfold in despair.
Everyone was stunned.
Everyone was at a loss for what to do with Eric Jr.'s sleep-talking.
Eric Jr. was purposely looking for trouble. He saw that Yun did not have any intention of causing trouble for Professor Peter's experiment at all.
However.
Could it be that they had to believe his words?
Even Eric Jr. felt that he was abnormal when he heard his words!
"Calm down, Eric Jr.. Relax a little! I think that after you lost your power, your spirit had a breakthrough. After all, you're someone who returned from the Kingdom of Death. You must have seen something … Try to relax yourself. You've already sensed it. However, you're still unable to grasp this kind of spiritual power. You need to relax your body and mind. Let it be released from your heart! " Josiah wanted to support Eric Jr., who was holding his head in pain, but he suddenly realized that blood was flowing out of Eric Jr.'s nostrils. He hurriedly called someone over. "Quick, give him a sedative. Eric Jr. has overused his brain. He needs to rest … Hurry!"
"Don't give me a sedative. I can hold on!" Eric Jr. suddenly roared. "Get them to come back quickly. I saw bugs flying all over the sky. No, no, it's rain! What did I see? I saw rain! "
"Rain?" Cork almost thought that Eric Jr. had been driven crazy by him.
The weather monitoring for the past few days had been sunny.
There were no dark clouds.
How could it rain on the best experimental date that had been carefully selected?
Bowers was in a good mood. It was as if he had drunk a large cup of hot coffee in the coldest weather. His whole body and mind were singing happily.
Of course, it was impossible to show it on his face. Bowers took out what he felt was a little fake concern. "Eric Jr., you're too tired. You need to rest! We completely understand your feelings and your eagerness. However, things have finally gotten off to a good start, haven't they? "
"Eric Jr.?" Josiah was so anxious that he stomped his feet. "Don't persist. Stop right now. You've already overdrawn your spirit. Hurry up and stop!"
Compared to the safety of Major Miller and Dr. Bitt, he would rather see Eric Jr. be well.
Without Dr. Bitt, there were other doctors.
There was only one Eric Jr..
Moreover.
If Eric Jr. could really make a breakthrough in the aspect of spirit and be able to predict things, it would be an invaluable asset for the Mayflower Formation.
"Helicopter crew, have you reached the platform?" Thomas immediately contacted the helicopter crew that had come to greet Major Miller and the others.
"We're already close to the platform. However, we'll continue to approach the platform for the time being … The sky is now full of flying bugs. The swarm of flying bugs that is thicker than clouds is blocking our view. We have to wait for them to disperse. Otherwise, we won't be able to land safely." The helicopter crew's reply sent a chill through the hearts of the Roundtable executives. Could it be that Eric Jr.'s prediction was correct? Was something really going to happen?
"Spray insect repellent immediately. Or do something else. I don't care what you do. You have to get to the platform immediately!" Thomas immediately ordered.
"The swarm is too big. Insect repellent is useless. Instead, it will anger them!" The helicopter crew expressed that they could not carry out the order.
"Wasn't everything fine just now? Why are there so many flying bugs all of a sudden? "Bord asked for the reason.
"We don't know the reason either …"
"Maybe it's the wind, boss!"
"What?"
"I mean, there was a wind just now. Our group of helicopters encountered a cold cyclone that rose from the bottom of the valley. The alternating cold and hot cyclones will allow many flying bugs to come out to breed. Their appearance will attract many hunters to fly into the sky to look for food. That's why the swarm is getting bigger and bigger!"
"Cold and hot cyclones? Look at the sky. Are there dark clouds gathering? "
"We only see bugs all over the sky. There are no dark clouds!"
"Can we go around them?"
"We'll try to go around the swarm next!"
"After going around the swarm, try to fly as low as possible. Lower the rope ladder for Major Miller and the others at an altitude of 50 meters to ensure the safety of the helicopter fleet."
"Understood. We'll try to do that. But there are too many flying bugs now. Too many. We can't guarantee anything immediately!"
While Thomas and Bord were communicating with the helicopter crew.
On the other side, Cork hurriedly called Major Miller.
Cork did not want his cooked duck to fly away. "Major Miller, can you hear me? What's the situation? Are there any dark clouds in the sky? No signs of rain? "
"Yes, I can hear you! There are no dark clouds in the sky. The sun is still shining. However, there is a cold wind blowing in the distance. It makes us feel cold! We didn't find anything strange. I repeat, nothing strange! Hmm, if you really want to say something different, we found a swarm of flying bugs in the valley a few kilometers away. It's very large and very dense. It should be lunchtime. They are very active! "Major Miller said that everything was normal.
"Are you all safely returning to the platform?" Cork asked. "Are you sure no one is left behind?"
"Very sure. No one is left behind. We are very safe. At the same time, we are waiting for the helicopter to arrive!" Major Miller's reply made Cork feel a little better.
"Listen, Major Miller. The helicopter fleet is going around the swarm. You may need to wait a little longer on the platform."
"Understood. We are fine."
Round table.
The higher-ups looked at each other.
They did not know what to say now.
Why did the experiment suddenly seem like it was cursed?
Could it be that the Death Canyon was really that strange? They were clearly just some insects, so how could they create such a strange scene?
"Everyone calm down. Perhaps the situation is not that bad. Due to the cold air, the swarm flying is a normal reaction. There have been similar records in the past, and it has happened more than a hundred times. Major Miller and the others are fine. I dare say that as long as the helicopter fleet takes a small detour, they will immediately leave the swarm behind. There is no problem with the platform. We have enough time to bring Major Miller and Professor Peter back! "Rothko forced a smile and tried his best to cheer everyone up.
"Eric Jr, are you alright?" Bord looked at Eric Jr, whose head was being pressed by the doctor to stop his nosebleed.
"He's fine." Josiah nodded. "It's not good for him to overdraft his mental power to sense anything now!"
"Of course, he needs to rest well!" Bord nodded.
"Perhaps there is no rain …" Powers saw that everyone was so concerned about Eric Jr and felt a little jealous. "What I mean is that Eric Jr's first time sensing might not be accurate! Of course, sensing is a good thing. This might be Eric Jr's specialty in the future. For our career, whether the sensing is accurate or not, being able to predict is the best outcome! "
"Didn't you guys say that we have to believe in science?" Schnerson retorted with a sneer.
"Telepathy is also a science!" Powers gave an example confidently. "You all should have seen the entire process of Mr. Wood entering Death Canyon. How do you think a young man who is completely unfamiliar with Death Canyon can perform so shockingly in every place?"
"You think Mr. Wood has telepathy?" Schnerson raised his eyebrows.
"Of course." Bowers snorted. "He must have been injected with the strongest gene agent and broken through the forbidden zone of his brain. He is now able to sense things around him in some way. It could be infrared mode, ultraviolet mode, sound wave mode, or some other mode that we haven't determined yet. However, we can be sure that his brain has such an ability. This is the truth behind his performance in the underground world! He doesn't know any martial arts at all. His records for the past 20 years don't have any mention of practicing martial arts, even though he always tries his best to convey to the outside world that everything he has is due to practicing martial arts! Mr. Wood is 100% trying to mislead the outside world and make them focus on unimportant martial arts! The truth behind his power is some kind of special genetic agent, a type of gold-grade genetic agent that can deeply develop his brain! "
"Based on Eric Jr.'s mutation, do we need to conduct similar research? Send some soldiers who are worth nurturing but are close to genetic collapse to Dong Mountain and ask Mr. Wood to repair their genes to increase the probability of a spiritual mutation! "Balance Group's Robert suddenly had this idea.
He didn't know.
Hearing this, the younger sister Puppet almost laughed out loud.
It was a fact that Eric Jr.'s spiritual force was very powerful, because the repair of his genes did not restrict his original spiritual force.
Eric Jr., who had turned back into an ordinary person, possessed the spiritual force of a super-genetic soldier, so he was naturally extremely sensitive to his surroundings.
The weaker the body.
In contrast, the more powerful the spiritual force.
However, no matter how powerful the spiritual force was, it was impossible to sense the scene in Death Canyon in advance … Ancestor Chi Shi and the others had cultivated for over a hundred years, yet they still didn't have such an ability! Everything that Eric Jr. had sensed before had been intentionally given to him by the younger sister Puppet. If it weren't for the fact that Eric Jr.'s spiritual force was too weak, and the younger sister Puppet was worried that she would crush his brain, she could have made him directly use his eyes to "see" an even clearer and bloodier scene.
"When Eric Jr. recovers, we'll study it in detail." Thomas felt that there was some room for manipulating a few near-death genetic soldiers into people who could sense spiritual force.
Mr. Wood didn't seem to reject this type of cooperation.
Then the price.
It was nothing more than a large amount of money.
If money could be exchanged for a group of people like Eric Jr. who could sense spiritual force, then it would be worth it!
"Regardless of whether Eric Jr.'s senses are correct or not, I have to give him a credit." Cork wanted to ease up his relationship with Eric Jr. and Josiah. After all, Eric Jr. had a chance to turn things around because of his spiritual force, and it wasn't wise to continue fighting him head-on. In addition, Eric Jr.'s relationship with Mr. Wood wasn't bad. If he could use him as a bridge and turn the near-death genetic soldiers of the Far East Whip into spiritual force soldiers, then the strength of the Far East Whip would increase greatly, and their work in the Far East would be even easier.
"Major Miller, what's the situation on your side? Are there any abnormalities in the sky? "Compared to the test of the perfume, Bord was more concerned about whether or not Eric Jr.'s senses were correct.
If Eric Jr.'s senses were correct, then this ability was more than a hundred times more effective than the perfume!
Also.
Eric Jr. could succeed.
Then what did his success signify?
This was also a possibility for the other genetic soldiers!
"We're fine. Everything is normal in the sky, and the sun is shining brightly. Occasionally, some flying lizards will fly past, but our platform is very safe!" Just as Major Miller finished speaking, something suddenly fell from the sky and dripped on his face. Then, there was a second drop, a third drop … Major Miller subconsciously reached out to catch a drop and muttered to himself, "It's raining?"
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