Zhang Lan stayed at Tonny's house for less than half an hour before he left. Before he left, he told Tonny not to mention his return to anyone.
Also, he asked him to buy a pair of strange glasses on eBay. Zhang Lan really couldn't remember the details.
Tonny's answer was very simple. All the glasses on eBay would be shipped to Stark Tower in three days, and Zhang Lan could choose which one he needed when he came back.
Okay, Zhang Lan said that he was also a good friend of the rich people on Earth.
After leaving Stark Tower, Zhang Lan went straight to the "Superpower Shelter." This was an affiliated government organization of the Academy for the Gifted. It specialized in interviewing superhumans and sending new blood to the Academy for the Gifted.
However, according to Tonny's information, there was a way out, so Zhang Lan planned to take a look himself.
The interview venue was a huge palace. In a hall, there were small square rooms. After Zhang Lan transformed and entered, he actually had to wait in a simple line before he was assigned a seat.
It was like an interview at a talent market.
When he entered, it was very simple. A table, two chairs, a camera, an interviewer, and the rest was snow-white.
The walls were snow-white, the floor was snow-white, and even the ceiling was snow-white. Oh, he didn't know how the other rooms were like. The interviewer in Zhang Lan's room happened to be a white military officer.
"Name, age, place of residence, ability, oh, right, and identification," the white military officer said concisely.
After giving out the fake identity Tonny had prepared, Zhang Lan revealed his ability — sand control.
No one said that superpowers couldn't be repeated.
"Wow, your ability is very similar to Zhang Lan's." The white military officer's expression changed slightly. "Okay, I don't know if it's your luck or your misfortune, but you will be assigned to a combat team."
"Combat team? What do you mean? Are there any other teams? "Zhang Lan asked doubtfully.
"The combat and logistics teams are assigned according to their abilities. Obviously, your ability is very suitable for combat, so you've been assigned to the combat team. Good luck, Scott!"
The white officer stamped a piece of paper and pushed it in front of Zhang Lan's desk.
"Go out from the door behind me, then turn left and give them this report. You'll be taking the nearest regular flight to the combat training base."
"Hmm? Aren't you going to the Academy for the Gifted? "Zhang Lan narrowed his eyes, thinking that there was something fishy going on.
"Not right away. You need to participate in some simple examinations and ability assessments before you can enter the Academy for the Gifted. You know, the management inside is not as free as outside. It's a military-style management in a military academy. You need to get used to it first." The white officer explained very smoothly. Obviously, this was not the first time.
With the intention to give it a try, Zhang Lan picked up the report form and walked out from the door behind the white officer. It was a quiet and narrow passage. There were two doors on each side with the words "combat" and "logistics" written on them.
From time to time, a door would open and he would walk to the left or right, disappearing behind the door at the end of the passage.
Following the white officer's instructions, Zhang Lan turned left and walked through the wooden door with the word "combat" printed on it. His field of vision immediately widened — this was actually a small airport!
There were three mid-sized passenger planes parked all around, each capable of transporting three hundred passengers. Were there really that many superhumans who had signed up at the moment?
Under the guidance of a soldier armed with live ammunition, Zhang Lan handed in his report form and was then arranged to sit on a passenger plane that was about to take off.
Fortunately, less than three minutes after he boarded, the passenger plane was broadcasting the instructions to take off. The destination was Detroit, the city with the highest crime rate in the United States.
The flight was a lonely journey. Coincidentally, Zhang Lan had not slept for more than a month. With his divine body, he only needed to rest once a year to recover enough energy.
Although he did not feel tired, Zhang Lan still closed his eyes and prepared to have a good sleep — well, in other words, to go back to sleep.
Even when he was sleeping, Zhang Lan was always alert of his surroundings. After a while, as soon as the broadcast sounded, Zhang Lan opened his eyes. His expression was clear and he did not feel sleepy at all.
After getting off the plane in an orderly manner, Zhang Lan looked around and frowned deeply.
The soldiers with real guns and nuclear bombs had a serious look on their faces. The way they held their guns showed that they were definitely veterans who had seen blood on the battlefield.
There were a total of 500 soldiers like them. Nominally, they were escorting the 100 metahumans off the plane to the nearest metahuman camp. The place where they landed was the military base in Detroit.
Although they were escorting, Zhang Lan observed that the soldiers around him had their fingers on the triggers. The muzzles of their guns were vaguely aimed at the metahumans. There were five soldiers in a group, and each group was facing one metahuman. It was a strict defense.
The most important thing was that their safes were on!
They would only be on when they were in a combat state. Obviously, they were carrying out a combat mission now.
Then, would a normal escort be able to fight?
Although it was possible, it was not to the extent that they were prepared to fight at all times.
A layer of haze slowly rose in Zhang Lan's heart. His mood became more and more gloomy.
"I hope that you will not court death by yourselves. Otherwise, my plan will have to be brought forward!"
With a heavy heart, Zhang Lan followed the other 99 metahumans who did not know their fate. Under the lead of the soldiers, they were divided into groups and distributed to different laboratories.
After that, they were subjected to a complicated and harsh examination.
Blood test,
Physical fitness,
Supernatural ability examination,
Tissue sampling,
Body X-ray scanning,
.....
These were the normal procedures. They were tormented for an entire afternoon and were only completed after nine o 'clock in the evening. Zhang Lan was also arranged to rest in a small room.
It was really a small room. The walls were built with titanium alloy. It was a square iron box. After the soldiers left, the door was even locked.
According to their reason, this was a military base. They could not move around freely. If necessary, they would be grounded.
This reason was still acceptable. However, when the metal walls were connected with a strong electric current, Zhang Lan's tolerance finally reached its limit.
Even if he tried to touch the strong electric current, his body would be numb. It was obvious that the voltage was very high. One should know that he had Odin's Divine Body!
If it was an ordinary metahuman who did not have the ability to resist electricity, they would definitely faint from the electric current.
This … this was practically a heavy-duty prison!
Therefore, at three o 'clock in the morning, Zhang Lan decided to go out for a walk. He wanted to know more about this military base for the research of metahumans. He wanted to know what secrets were buried in it.
The so-called Academy for the Gifted was the result of the peace between the government and metahumans. Or was it an excuse for the government to rationalize its management and research of metahumans?
"Phew … The government? Hehe, if you really dare to do this, I will kill you! "
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