In a weapon research institute under the Organization of Origins in France, Europe.
Inside the core laboratory, there were huge machines that were extremely complicated and flickering with a cold metallic luster. The spotless floor and bulletproof glass reflected the bright light. From time to time, one could see guards in chemical suits, armed to the teeth, patrolling back and forth with automatic rifles in their hands. The warning lights on the wall flickered with a horrifying red light.
"How's the progress of the Angel of Vengeance project?" Looking at Britney who was lying quietly on the operating table, also known as test subject No. 1 in the Organization of Origins, the man in the red shirt said coldly.
"Our drug No. 1 is still unstable. As you know, we've vetoed the cooperation plan of Country A's military, so we can only wait." An old man with a strange voice said in a deep voice, "I've always thought that it's impossible for us to create a weapon that can fight against the gods.
If you don't want the people of the Liberation Front to know about this, then shut your mouth. "
The face of the red-clothed man behind the golden mask revealed an extremely mocking smile. Then, he lightly said, "Continue your research. Our first-generation weapons can greatly increase the combat ability of individual soldiers. However, we still don't know anything about the Divine Race. However, free will cannot be erased."
"I understand, boss." The old man's face showed a respectful expression. He looked back at the rapidly rising numbers on the virtual interactive system and immediately said in a deep voice, "Experimental subject's physiological reaction is abnormal. Prepare to give up the virus implantation immediately!"
The man in the red shirt looked at Britney who began to struggle wildly on the operating table. He suddenly let out a long sigh and said in a strange tone, "If it wasn't for me who insisted on doing live experiments, if it wasn't for the damned Protoss, no one would have to suffer such inhuman torture."
"Boss, you don't have to blame yourself." The assistant next to him said carefully, "One day, everyone will understand your intentions."
"Actually, it doesn't matter if I become famous or infamous. I just want to give Natasha a less hopeless future."
The man in the red shirt shook his head. The desolation in his tone surprised the assistant next to him. But seeing that his boss had already strode away, he hurriedly followed.
At the same time, at the entrance of the headquarters of the Lung Hing Society in Huaxia.
Hurry up and inform the boss that some people who are not to be trifled with have arrived. The guard looked at the figures in his infrared binoculars and said anxiously, "It's better not to have any problems at this critical juncture."
At this time, Jiang Cheng had already seen these people. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. Then he looked at Zhao Hai and said, "Let's go. Come with me to meet my guests, who are also my brothers." Zhao Hai's expression suddenly became a little strange. Seeing that Jiang Cheng had taken the lead to go out, he did not dare to say anything and hurriedly followed.
When he was outside, Jiang Cheng saw a few people in his team when he was in the army. He could no longer hold back his excitement and quickly ran over.
When Zhao Hai and Zhuge Liuyun saw the scene in front of them, they looked at each other in surprise. The dozen or so people who had just arrived seemed to have different temperaments, but when they walked together, there seemed to be an absolutely unbreakable sense of tacit understanding and unity.
Looking at the formation that they unconsciously formed, Zhuge Liuyun had already made his own judgment. Even if he brought out the top 100 people in the Lung Hing Society, they would not be able to cause any damage to this team. These people definitely had the pride and iron-bloodedness that could only belong to the most elite soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles.
The person walking at the front of the team should be the soul of this small team. At first glance, people would only think of him as a person who was still in university and excelled in both academic and moral character. But how could Zhuge Liuyun not see it?
This young man, who had a fair face and a pair of gentle glasses, seemed to be completely powerless, had an indifferent demeanor that seemed to be able to command the world and had millions of soldiers in his chest. This was not something that could be cultivated in a day or two.
The young man squinted his eyes and sized up the people on the side of the Lung Hing Society. A warm smile appeared on his face. Looking at the smile on his face, Zhao Hu could not help but be in a trance. This young man must be a rare socializer.
We will be working together from now on. Everyone, let's first introduce ourselves to our logistics team.
My code name is Skynet.
Following behind him was a girl in a tight white sportswear. Her hair was tied up in a gentle ponytail. Like the leader, this girl also had a beautiful and elegant face. Her temperament made her look like the so-called campus goddess.
However, a guy like Zhao Hai, who was actually a veteran in the field of lechery, knew that if he dared to rashly go up to her, his throat would probably be slit by the flywheel hidden in the girl's heels.
After all, that pair of slender and straight thighs also contained a terrifying strength that could directly break a person's cervical vertebra with one kick.
As if sensing Zhao Hai's impure gaze, the girl looked at him angrily and said indifferently, "My code name is Mulan."
Seeing the next person walk up with a smile and hug Jiang Cheng intimately, the two people's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. This guy was actually holding a hunting crossbow that only appeared on ancient cold weapon battlefields!
However, looking at the extremely natural aura of this person that was easily overlooked, the two of them could also guess that this person should be the most elite sniper team member in this team. He glanced at Jiang Cheng and said straightforwardly, "My code name is Lone Falcon."
Standing next to him was a slender middle-aged man with a large rectangular backpack. Roughly estimating the contents of the rectangular backpack, Zhao Hu's face showed a deep sense of horror. He lowered his voice and said, "That's an anti-material sniper rifle."
Perhaps many people didn't have any concept of an anti-material sniper rifle. It was a killing weapon used to deal with helicopters and armored vehicles. The caliber of this gun was even more than 20mm. If it shot a person, it would definitely not just leave a hole, it might even directly shatter the person on the spot. It could be said to be extremely violent.
What surprised Zhao Hu the most was that this young man's aura was different from that of his teammates.
It was a feeling as if he had completely disregarded life and death, and had even begun to ignore life and death. There was always a layer of gray film in his eyes, completely isolating his inner world from the outside world. This also gave him a mysterious aura. His voice was somewhat cold. "My code name is Lone Falcon."
If a single person like this could barely keep the elders of the Dragonrising Association calm, then the next person who appeared made everyone's expressions turn incomparably strange.
This was because this guy actually jumped down from a tree on the side of the road! Looking at his light as a swallow and his wretched expression that even Zhao Hai felt ashamed of himself, the few people shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Could this be a scout?
The young man sized up Jiang Cheng with shifty eyes and clicked his tongue in admiration. "Boss, you've really become more handsome. Although you're still about 70 light years away from me, it's not entirely impossible for me to achieve that in four or five hundred lifetimes."
Jiang Cheng's expression instantly became very interesting. He laughed bitterly and raised his hand as if he was going to hit him. This guy rolled his eyes and then slipped behind Mu Lan like a bolt of lightning. Mulan's expression changed. She snorted coldly and raised her leg to kick the young man's butt. The young man immediately let out a miserable scream like a pig being slaughtered. He covered his butt and jumped to the side. He grimaced in pain and said, "My code name is Casanova."
Casanova? Not to mention the others, even Zhuge Liuyun, who had always been the most calm and collected, who did not even bat an eyelid even when he was surrounded by Jiang Cheng, almost staggered and fell to the ground. He had really seen people whose skin was thicker than the city walls. However, a person who was so shameless and narcissistic to the point of angering both humans and gods still made him feel like thunder was rolling.
The one who walked at the back was a burly man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. The words "burly" and "stocky" weren't particularly appropriate to describe him, because this person was already more than two meters tall. His entire body looked as if it had been chiseled by a knife and chisel. His muscles contained terrifying strength, making people feel as if he was a black tower. "My code name is Pojun."
"Fortunately, I didn't go crazy and treat him as a migrant worker, although his outfit really does look like one." Zhao Hai sighed and said in a low voice, "Look at the yellow safety helmet and the white towel on his shoulder."
"If I tell you that he has strangled more than 40 people with this white towel, will you still think that it is a pure white towel?" Jiang Cheng smiled faintly and continued, "This is a towel that he just changed. Guess when he will change it next time."
Looking at the honest and harmless smile on the big man's face, Zhao Hai could not help but shiver. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, sorry for disturbing you."
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