One Hundred and Eighty Eight Stupid Mortals

"It's not just the helicopter experiment, but our progress in supercomputers is equally gratifying - because with the aid of this thing, many problems are solved." Smith continued on the latest technological progress.

The latest computer system has actually been updated, so the original supercomputer was taken out and put into use as a new type of equipment - although it is still strictly confidential, it has not been kept secret from the top.

With the assistance of computers, many projects have begun to be implemented at an accelerated rate. Some operations can be completed in an instant, and verification calculations can also be completed by newer supercomputers. In this state, many aspects of Ireland Hill are in overdrive.

With the help of the computer and Chris, the hydrogen bomb experiment has been successfully completed, even the construction of the nuclear power plant has been completed, more experiments have been carried out, and more results are coming - with the aid of the computer, Chris's The workload has been cut in half.

"We have built 3 nuclear power plants in the Arrant Empire, and they are all being tested recently, and they may be put into production in a month..." Smith said, handing the report in his hand to Chris.

"With these nuclear power plants, the problem of electricity consumption will be alleviated. Thermal power plants and hydroelectric power stations are also under construction. It is expected that in the middle of four years in Ireland Hill, we will be able to solve the problem of electricity consumption contradictions." Smith is proud concluded.

"These power stations are combined with the grid that has already begun to be built, and we can use electricity more conveniently." After Chris finished reading the report, he finally added.

Chris knows that Alan Hill is on the fast track of development now. He has about 10,000 technicians who can use the knowledge magic ball to improve their abilities every day. As long as the time is accumulated long enough, the technical level of mortals will be improved. to the point of being unbelievable.

"As long as we develop steadily, we will soon usher in a period of faster development. You probably can't imagine that everything we have developed in the past three years will be eliminated in the next three years... !" Chris closed the report in his hand and said while looking at his subordinates.

From Chris's point of view, he really has too many future technologies that can be improved. As long as he keeps coming up with new technologies, Ailan Hill can be countless times stronger than it is now.

At that time, a warship can provide the firepower to destroy a country, and a nuclear warhead that an ICBM can carry can cover the entire Graken!

With a confident smile on his face, his tone was full of confidence: "Gentlemen! Work hard, the future belongs to Ireland Hill!"

"Long live Ailan Hill!" Everyone stood up and saluted,

He raised his chin and sang in harmony.

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Alanticus, Grulaire Street, the bustling streets are full of people, everyone has their own things to be busy with, a thriving world is emerging in Alan Hill.

In the crowd of people coming and going, a sneaky figure holding a thick file bag, looking left and right, got into the alley of No. 13 alley.

The man nervously knocked on a thick door with a unique rhythm. This is not the first time he has come to this room. The last time he came, he was much more nervous than now.

The door was opened from the inside, revealing a gap. The man quickly said nervously to the gap: "I brought something!"

The shadow inside nodded and opened the door crack enough for a person to get in. The man got into the room at once, and then the door was closed.

"Click." The light in the room was turned on, and the room suddenly became bright. No one knows why the curtains are drawn here in broad daylight, as if the people in the house know that what they do is not visible.

When the man holding the document bag got used to the light in the room, he realized that there was not only one person in the room.

In this room, there were actually several people sitting—a few people were standing against the wall, all of them wearing black robes with the caps on their heads.

"Bring something?" The person in the lead was also in the same attire, with a hood covering his face. He spoke in an odd voice, like a voice changer or something.

The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked nervously, "You... the things you promised me..."

"Don't worry, once Alan Hill is destroyed, we guarantee that the Arlantean Empire will stand on this continent again!" The man sitting on the sofa continued to speak, promising in a very strange tone.

"Then you agreed to give it to me..." The man looked at the people in this room with some unease. He always felt that these people's behaviors were a bit strange.

"Whoa!" A whole pocket of gold coins was thrown onto the table by a person next to it. Because it was too full, some gold coins spilled out, some scattered on the table, and some rolled under the table.

"Money is not a problem for us at all! We can also meet your request! I promise to let you call the wind and call the rain in the Arlantean Empire, and you will definitely get an official position! If you want, the Arlantean Emperor's It's not impossible for you to sit." The leader sat motionless on the sofa and said.

"Gudu..." After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the man finally put the document bag in his arms on the table: "These are the documents you want! If you are willing to wait, I can get more."

The man in the cape at the head stretched out his hand to get the document bag on the coffee table. His palm was exposed to the light, and his knuckles were actually full of gaps made of connected parts. There was a faint light of magic in the gap, which startled the man who delivered the document bag across from him.

"Don't be nervous! Child! Don't be nervous!" When the man sitting in the first place leaned forward, he finally revealed the face hidden under the hood. Magic rune.

If Chris was here, he would definitely recognize that this odd-looking mask was similar to the one on the puppet that assassinated him.

"It's just my body..." The man took back his hand, opened the file bag, and flipped through the contents: "Yes, this is exactly the mechanical principle file I want, great! Very good! I can wait for you to send the other blueprint files! Next time, I can give you more gold coins."

As he spoke, he handed the document bag in his hand to a subordinate beside him. But his face was always facing the direction of the man in front of him: "You did a good job, very good! The puppet empire will not treat your friends badly! The day when the Arante Empire recovers, it's time for you to flourish."

After he finished speaking, he leaned back on the sofa, and the masked face was once again shrouded in shadow: "Go! Child, I... I will do what I say!"

"Thank you, thank you." The man nodded nervously, turned around and walked out of the house: "Tomorrow, this time tomorrow... I, I will definitely bring the rest here too."

He nodded and bowed as he walked, watching the man in the lead back down—when he had just retreated to the door and turned to leave the house, an arm also made of wood stood in front of him.

He looked at the other party subconsciously, and found that the person blocking his way was also wearing the same strange mask.

"You... what are you going to do!" The man's face was already dripping with sweat, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Your gold..." The man who blocked his way said in the same unhuman accent.

"Oh... thank you... thank you..." The man realized that because he was nervous, he even forgot the bag of gold.

So he quickly turned around and walked back, picked up the bag of gold on the coffee table, wiped the sweat from his face, turned and walked out of the room.

"Stupid mortal..." A puppet sneered, leaning against the wall and commenting hoarsely.

"Yeah, stupid mortal..." The head puppet sitting on the sofa agreed. Then, he looked at the puppet holding the document bag beside him, and said, "Return to the puppet empire immediately!"

The puppet who received the order nodded lightly, and then walked out of the room with the briefcase.

"Not all mortals are so stupid, at least those little guys who are looking for us are very powerful." The headed puppet stood up and looked at the puppets around him: "We are running out of time, try our best to to get their technology back..."

"We really want to touch that kind of super bomb, but the other party's protection is too tight... If we can use the god puppet..." One of the puppets under his command said regretfully.

"Don't even think about it, if we use the god puppet, the guys in Greken will notice..." The head puppet rejected his subordinate's suggestion and said, "The intermediate puppet is already the limit we can use!"

"It's really a pity that I can't get close to the other party's super bomb project." After scolding his subordinates, the puppet named the leader sighed, and then continued to say: "Wait for those greedy guys to use the technology themselves. Bring it here! Don't worry, we have too much time..."

Outside the house, the man who walked out looked at the left and right alleys, then walked out of the 13th alley and walked back to Grulaire Street.

After he disappeared, a man with his hands in his pockets leaned against the alley of No. 13 Alley, and slanted his eyes into the alley as if nothing.

Then, the man had a faint smile on his face, turned and left, as if no one had ever been here.