Chapter 171 Chu Ma and Xia Mi (Tokyo Volume Opened, Two in One, Please Subscribe!)
Kassel Academy, Watt-Alheim.
This is the equipment department's base located 120 meters underground. "Water Alheim" in Norse mythology is translated as "the country of the dwarves". It is inhabited by dwarf craftsmen with superb craftsmanship, and the weapons of the gods are made by them.
The elites of the equipment department believed that they would never lose to the dwarfs in mythology in terms of manufacturing and craftsmanship, so they chose this name, which was powerful and domineering.
The full name of the "Equipment Department" is "Alchemy and Science Engineering Application Research Institute", and the guys here pay great attention to their own safety protection. They made the isolation layer so thick that even tactical-grade nuclear bombs cannot do anything about it; the air flowing through it must be dusted, ionized, purified, and humidified before it can be inhaled into their lungs; even if the world is flooded, the base will be like the Bible "The Noah's Ark in "" is as safe and sound, and they will be preserved as the last fire of mankind... The only thing that can threaten their lives is the bombs created by themselves...
This is a group of out-and-out bomb maniacs. Ninety-nine percent of the items they create will explode. Perhaps the worst examples are contact lenses, combat underwear and hemorrhoid ointment provided to the executive department.
The only thing that doesn't have explosive properties is probably junk food. Burgers, Coke and Family Mart are the most sacred things in the world that they consider to be the least processed. Healthy, delicious and convenient coexist. They are simply perfect creations created by gods for fools!
Angers once asked the guys in the equipment department this question: What will happen if you use the latest bomb you developed to blow up your experimental base?
These guys were all glaring and quarreling, and finally divided into two factions. While frantically reinforcing the isolation layer, they are also frantically developing powerful concentrated bombs. They enjoy doing it amidst the explosions every day, just like a group of lunatics.
Some people say that when you enter a world full of neurotics, you will feel like you are the neurotic. Angers felt this way at the moment. He was wearing a well-dressed black suit, his leather shoes were polished with shoe polish, and he was specially sprayed with cologne. These should be normal meeting standards, right?
But what's up with the oxygen masks, biochemical glasses, respirators, and high-concentration alcohol spray canisters that everyone has? They looked at themselves with vigilant eyes as if they were looking at some kind of prehistoric virus dug out of the ice. They were afraid of being infected but were reluctant to kill themselves.
"Gentlemen……"
As soon as Ange opened his mouth, high-concentration alcohol sprayed out from dozens of watering cans at the same time. The air was filled with a thick mist formed by small droplets of alcohol, and Angers was almost knocked out even though he had a good drink.
"Let me tell you something first..."
"Zizzi", another spray-type alcohol attack. Angers felt as if someone had poured a full glass of ninety-six-degree water of life into his lungs, and his esophagus was about to burn. He couldn't help but cough.
"Ahem..."
"Zi Zi"......
"What the fuck! Don't let me hear the sound of liquid being squeezed out of the nozzle again! Otherwise, you neurotics with terminal delusions will stop trying to get even one cent of research funding from me!" Even an elegant old Cambridge gentleman like Angers couldn't help but slap the table and spit out curse words.
The needle drop could be heard in the conference room. These guys wearing chemical protective suits and holding nozzles, looking like they were going to fertilize pathogens, looked at Angers one by one, and finally fell silent.
"My dear Director Akadullah Ahmed Mohammad Farooq, please explain to me why you sent me thirteen emails in a row. Why does each email begin with 'Death is coming'? Approaching you...'?" Angers stared at the Arab on his left, "Don't tell me this is because you have been cramming in the "Death is Coming" series recently, but I made a special trip to promote the invitation to Paris Fashion Week. !”
The conference room became quieter, and the psychos put down the spray in their hands. You looked at me and I looked at you, exchanging looks that said "something big is about to happen."
"Don't scare me, okay?" Ange sighed, "First you bombarded my mailbox with threatening emails, then you forced high-concentration alcohol into my lungs, and now you start playing collective silence with me? What's your excuse? How do you treat an old man over 130 years old like this?"
"But what is approaching us...is indeed the God of Death." Deputy Director Carl put a piece of audio into the loudspeaker system.
The conference room was very quiet, and the Watts Alheim speakers had 3D surround sound effects. The clear sound of the sea breeze swept into everyone's ears, and the immersion was very strong. When you close your eyes, you feel like you are really standing on an isolated island in the middle of the sea, with waves coming from all directions. Come.
"Do you still remember the sunken ship you asked us to search for? It was in the area of the Japan Trench." Deputy Director Karl said solemnly, "This is where Professor Manns used the sonar modified on the Monyach to scan the target seafloor, trying to find When the ship sank in the accident, he didn’t hear the audio brought back..."
"Shh." Ange put his index finger between his lips, making a silencing gesture.
He was attracted by some sound, mixed with a very rhythmic rhythm in the wild and disorderly sea breeze, dong dong, dong dong, dong dong... This sound was so majestic, with some kind of dangerous magic power, as if On the ancient altar, the sacrifices sang victory songs, and the strong soldiers beat the war drums along with the songs. The powerful war drums seemed to penetrate the eardrums and hit the human heart directly.
"It's the sound of a beating heart." Ange broke away from Shen Xiong's voice.
He holds a doctorate in medicine and is familiar with the heartbeats of living creatures, but he has never heard such a strong and stable heartbeat. He was silently counting seconds, and every heartbeat in the loudspeaker system was on a completely fixed beat, and the decibel level of the sound was exactly the same, as if a small section of audio was copied and pasted. It is impossible for a human being to emit such a uniform heartbeat while sleeping!
"We have compared it many times in the research institute, and the heartbeat characteristics show that this is not a whale or a whale shark, but an obvious reptile, which is hidden deep in the Japan Trench. The heartbeat intensity of general organisms is proportional to their body size. Related, but the depth of the Japan Trench is 8,000 meters. The heartbeat sound penetrates 8,000 meters of seawater. We are trying to restore its body model..." Deputy Director Carl said in a horrifying tone, "This thing has an adult rhinoceros in its heart alone. So big!”
"It's no longer what he thought. This is a dragon whose heart is still beating. It lives deep in the Japanese Trench!" Ange said coldly, and the folding knife in his hand was suddenly inserted into the table, as if it was inserted into the giant dragon. heart, "Can you determine the level of this thing?"
"Having such a majestic heartbeat and being able to survive in a trench below 8,000 meters, the target is expected to be a next-generation species... or even higher!" Deputy Director Carl whispered.
"Does it mean that there is a high probability that this thing is a Dragon King?" Angers frowned, "Our target is obviously a sunken ship, but we happened to find a suspected Dragon King? Isn't this too much of a coincidence?"
"This thing is still an embryo, Principal." Deputy Director Karl said, "We have a bold and reasonable guess that it was hidden on the ship from the beginning, and someone was transporting it purposefully...consigning a ship across the ocean. Ancient dragon!"
"It's still not sure whether the person who transported the ancient dragon embryo knows the origin of this thing. We have to prepare for the worst, but these are not the top priorities now." Angers said, "How long is its gestation period?"
"A conservative estimate is that it will take at least one year. If not... it could be three to five years. It depends on when it is willing to give birth to itself."
"What a willful species...it reminds me of Nezha, the devil boy in ancient Chinese mythology." Ange made a joke and then his expression quickly returned to seriousness, "So this thing has no resistance at least for a year?"
"Yes, luckily among misfortunes, fortunately we discovered this thing in advance, otherwise we might have to face an ancient dragon-level enemy." Deputy Director Carl nodded.
"It's like you just go to the hospital to have your wrinkles removed, but you are diagnosed with senile actinic keratosis. If you continue to delay, the disease may turn into skin cancer." A key researcher who did not graduate with a doctorate in medicine said by analogy.
"There's no need to curse me like that. Although I'm very old, fortunately my skin has been well maintained and I don't suffer from age spots." Angers sighed, and it was really heartwarming to communicate with these psychopaths who only know how to build bombs. tired.
"Speaking of which, does the Japanese branch know about this news? Has the Rock Flow Research Institute given any advice?" Angers looked at Deputy Director Carl.
"Opinions? Principal, you made a mistake." Deputy Director Carl said in a serious tone, "'Opinions' should be given to young people by experienced people. But we are smart people, and the Rock Flow Research Institute has They are a bunch of jackasses, and smart people don’t need the advice of jackasses.”
"It sounds like you just finished cramming "Afanti"." Angers sighed, "Why do you need to compare others to donkeys? Isn't it good to be humble?"
"That's stupid pigs. Comparing them to multicellular organisms like us is already very flattering. Sometimes I wonder if those stubborn neurons have synapses?" Deputy Director Carl's pride seems to be engraved on his face. In my bones.
"Okay, let's not discuss this issue too much. The top priority now is how to deal with the guy in the Japanese Trench. Is it feasible to blow it up with a deep-sea torpedo?" Angers looked at Director Akadura.
"Principal, after fighting against dragons for so long, do you think this thing is an organism that can be solved with deep-sea torpedoes?" Director Akadulla said.
"I was abrupt..." Angers nodded.
"However, the plan we have drawn up still uses bombs. We have submitted three plans to the Japanese branch. They rejected the first two, and their response to the third plan is that it is still open to discussion." Akadulla said Chang said seriously, "Plan A, use the deep-sea version of the B-117 ground-penetrating bomb to blow up the entire seabed. The probability of Japan sinking is 37%. Plan B, there is an active volcano on the seabed of the Korean Peninsula... …”
"Their rejection is correct. Stop talking nonsense and just talk about the third one." Angers took a deep breath and wildly hinted in his heart not to care about the psycho, otherwise he would become unfortunate.
"All in all, one year is a bit tight. We need three heroic specialists to dive into the depths of the Japanese Trench to determine the location of this embryo and observe it, and then use our newly developed refined sulfur bomb to penetrate the protective layer of the embryo. , corrupt its cortex, and then destroy its core!" Researcher Martu suddenly stood up, "Even the Dragon King cannot resist the fusion of special sulfur and mercury vapor."
"Just like no one can resist the combination of sliced meat and lettuce in a burger!" The researcher who said Angers' age spots may turn into skin cancer spoke again.
"We have prepared the deep submersible, but it must be operated by a specialist with sufficient pedigree, because the incubation of the embryo will contain a field magnetic field, and the brain waves will be affected when the specialist is close," Deputy Director Karl said.
"Because it may be a Dragon King-level embryo, we must select an 'A'-level or above specialist. Otherwise, the low-blooded guy may want to strip naked and swim naked eight thousand meters under the deep sea, and then be put under tremendous pressure. Crush and explode into blood mist!" Director Akadulla said solemnly.
"Of course it's not necessarily so dangerous. He may also go crazy and sing Happy Birthday to the embryo." Deputy Director Carl added, "Singing for a whole year until the embryo is born and hatched."
"Okay, I already have a few candidates for the mission specialist, and I will leave the technical issues to you. Remember to repair the submersible more firmly, and the system should be simple enough that even an idiot can operate it." Angers stood up quickly, and in one second I don't want to spend any time with these psychopaths.
As soon as he turned around, the sound of water sprinkling sounded again behind him, and small droplets of alcohol condensed were flying like elves all over the sky.
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Boom, boom, boom.
A very rhythmic knock on the door sounded, like a dull heartbeat that was extremely steady.
"Who?"
The person who opened the door was a beautiful woman of aunty age, with disheveled hair and half of her silk nightgown hanging down from her shoulders. She woke up with a hangover and just rolled to the door. She was awakened by the knock on the door and opened the door.
The sun penetrated through the crack in the door, becoming more and more dazzling. What was reflected in the sun was an extremely cold face. He frowned slightly when he saw the woman's half-dressed appearance, as if he wanted to accuse something.
"Ahhh!" The woman made a high-pitched voice like a dolphin, and she took the first step to rub Brother Ku's head into her arms, "Why is my good son back at this time? Is the school closed? Or do you want to give your mother a sudden surprise? "
"I sent you an email last night. I'm doing a research project and I don't need to stay at school for the time being." Brother Ku said softly, "Pull your clothes up a little to avoid catching a cold and there are guests at home."
Lu Mingfei popped up from behind Chu Zihang and said, "Hello, Mother Chu!"
"Ahhhh!" There was another dolphin sound, "Mingfei is here too, he has grown a lot taller! Have you eaten? Auntie, can you order takeout?"
"We have all eaten, Auntie." Lu Mingfei smiled and shook his head, "There are still people coming as guests this time."
"Um?"
The beautiful girl walked out from the other side of Chu Zihang, with the enthusiasm and color of summer. She bowed slightly, smiling sweetly and gracefully like the girl next door.
"Hello, Mother Chu, my name is Xia Mi!"