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Chapter 1610

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When this crucial timing was given.

Han Dong's brain immediately connected the dots.

Previously, when Han Dong found out that he was chosen as the successor by Mr. M, he felt that something was not right … He was clearly an individual from S-01, and his body contained Hybrid Demon attributes.

If the Black Tower was truly hostile to S-01, how could he be valued so highly? Even if Mr. M saw his potential, he would never choose Han Dong as the successor and touch the core of the Black Tower.

Thinking about the two 'invasions' that happened in S-01.

Although the scale was different, they all maintained the "balance rule". Even if the city of London was moved to the broken world of Pandora, which was hundreds and thousands of planes away, the Black Tower did not take the opportunity to occupy an advantage and still maintained the balance of the war.

Was the Black Tower really trying to invade, or were they just trying to verify something?

Was it because they had not been in contact for a long time, so they wanted to verify how powerful S-01 had become?

"Senior, could it be …"

Just as Han Dong was about to voice his speculation.

Knock knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Han Dong immediately sensed an extremely strong presence, probably comparable to the old king of S-01.

"Mentor (M), why did you take off your mask?

Even if this is your private area, you still have to obey the Black Tower's rules. "

Just as the voice faded.

A black lady's shoe stepped into the room.

A white shirt with a tie matched with a black trench coat.

The whirlpool mask (White) did not completely cover the face, revealing a slender chin and thin lips.

Short black hair that reached her ears, half of it fell vertically and covered the face.

"Miss Bey (B, balance, balance), Han Dong is not an outsider.

I've already told you before, right? I've already internally designated him as the 'successor' … After this game of ladybugs, he has already been designated as the 'sole successor'. "

The woman with the code name B also looked at Han Dong.

For a moment, she seemed to have seen a deformed and swollen 'balance' in Han Dong's body, filled with the aura of death and with the eyeball as the weight.

Although the shape was strange, the whole body formed a rare absolute balance.

At this time, M handed over the information he had just sorted out.

"This is the detailed reference information provided by the Ladybug Foundation.

Bay, from your perspective, you should be able to get a very objective conclusion … If possible, put it on the agenda. "

"I will make the decision myself. Since I have the information, I will leave first. I will contact you soon."

After receiving the information, Madam Bei turned around and left. Her gaze only lingered on Han Dong for less than a second, as if she was completely uninterested.

Han Dong asked with a confused expression, "Senior, didn't you say you wanted to have a chat with me? Why did he leave just like that? "

"Bay, she's in charge of balancing the Myriad Worlds, so she's already very busy.

She doesn't have time to chat with you alone. You're talking to someone else … "

At this point, M looked behind Han Dong.

"Irene, why don't you have a simple chat?"

"Hmm?"

Han Dong was startled. He did not notice that someone was standing behind him.

When he instinctively turned around, his vision was blocked by a white giant. The lady with the code name [I] was actually taller than Han Dong by more than a head.

Her long blond hair fell on her shoulders.

She had a slender figure of nearly two meters. She wore a tight-fitting white high-collared gown, white stockings, and a pair of exquisite leather shoes.

Han Dong's height just happened to reach her chest.

She also wore a whirlpool mask (White) on her face.

She didn't seem to care so much about the rules.

When Madam Bei left with the information, Irene also took off her mask, revealing a pair of bright blue eyes and a slightly round beautiful face.

Judging from the aura alone, compared to the old king that Han Dong had seen, Irene should be on the same level as the Bufo.

"Hello, Mr. Han Dong. I've heard about you from M a long time ago. This time, I just came here to have a simple chat with you. Don't be nervous.

According to the records, you became a Black Tower employee by killing the 'Rampager.'

Can you tell me your opinion of the Rampager? "

"Okay."

Han Dong was a little surprised.

He could roughly guess that the other party wanted to use the conversation to assess his' position 'or' temperament. 'He thought that she would ask about the Black Tower and S-01.

Who knew that she would ask about the Rampager.

"According to my contact.

'Rampager' generally refers to the existence that is detrimental to the development of the world, but … there should be a subdivision.

Some of the Rampagers aren't evil themselves, and their influence on the world is not their intention. Since they exist, there must be a purpose.

For this group of Rampagers, if appropriate control can be carried out, it may be beneficial to the development of the world, and even solve some problems that can't be solved by conventional means.

There may even be some gears of the world that need to be driven by them.

But there is also a group of extreme 'evil.'

This group must be dealt with … "

At this point, Han Dong couldn't help but think of a large number of red balloons and the clown hiding behind the balloons.

Irene nodded. "Quite a good understanding. You haven't learned about the 'shelter' yet, right?"

"Not yet."

"Well, then that's it. M, I'm fine here.

Once Sister Bei reports the information, I will also participate in the meeting. "

M, who was leaning against the window overlooking the night view of the middle layer, said softly, "Irene, how's my eyesight?"

"Well, Mr. Han Dong is indeed the best candidate in theory … I will explain in detail in the meeting."

It was a very simple chat like this.

Ms. Irene had already seen through Han Dong's nature and determined effective information including his thinking position, temperament, and stability of consciousness.

"Mentor, I don't have anything to do tonight. Want to go for a drink or two?"

"Sure, but I still have some things to discuss with Han Dong … You go first, I'll come later."

"Well, I'll wait for you."

There seemed to be a unique relationship between the two.

Before Irene put on the mask and left, she deliberately cast a special look.

In this way, the two executives left one after another.

Han Dong finally had the opportunity to verify his important inference with M.

"Senpai, do you want me to be the 'middleman'?

Establish a cooperative relationship with S-01 … Together, re-control the 'shelter' that is gradually getting out of control, and even eliminate some of the Runaways? "

"Yes, this is my plan, but the details are much more complicated.

The development of the situation has far exceeded the situation reported, and we must prepare for the worst-case scenario — [Completely lose control of the 'shelter'].

At that time, not only the Black Tower, but all the worlds associated with it will face an unprecedented disaster.

Once the situation evolves to the later stage, even your world S-01 will be threatened. "

"So serious?

Since the black tower created the shelter and imprisoned the troublemakers inside, the black tower didn't need to worry.

Logically, there should be a way to eliminate them one by one, right? Or there should be related measures to deal with such an emergency … For example, directly throwing the entire tower into the plane crack, or using some kind of King-class weapon to eliminate them. "

"It's not that simple.

The nature of the shelter and a series of hidden changes that happened thousands of years ago made some kind of unstable factor continue to ferment. When we discovered it 300 years ago, it had already gone beyond the scope of control.

At present, all the means we have are unable to effectively deal with the shelter.

If we make a mistake, the situation will become more serious.

But we still have a certain amount of time, about 20 years, 10 years, or even less … When you reach [Mythical], I will personally take you to the [shelter] to see. "

"Okay."

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