Mystery Makes Me Strong

McCann, a basement in Eagle Castle.

"Haha, haha, is this the joy of losing everything?"

"Come on, embrace chaos, embrace ultimate freedom!"

"Come into my arms, boys, only I can make you great again!"

Lieutenant General Lola with disheveled hair is housed in the silver white titanium alloy cage.

At this moment, he looked mad, with flames in his eyes, and he couldn't stop making horrible noises that only demons could shout.

Outside, a group of researchers in white coats were discussing something under the surveillance of heavily armed soldiers.

"According to the surveillance video, the Lieutenant General took the bloody flame given by the devil." The leading senior researcher pondered.

"The lieutenant general is also a alien, why didn't the alien resist this?" asked the young assistant.

"Alien species are the immune products of natural space against mysterious invasions. Under what circumstances, the immune system will accept foreign objects?" the old researcher asked rhetorically.

"In the case of injection of anti-rejection drugs?" the assistant tentatively replied.

"The mistake is naturally the absence of the immune system." The old researcher reminded.

"By the way, the brain is where the immune system doesn't work. It can escape the jurisdiction of the immune system." The assistant suddenly realized.

"You're right. The only reason is that the immune system of the alien species has disappeared, so it didn't resist the bloody flame." The old researcher said with a serious face.

"In other words, this bloody flame will make the defense mechanism of the alien species disappear? Isn't this the HIV virus? It specializes in attacking the immune system itself." The young researcher turned pale with shock.

We must know that the resistance of aliens to various negative effects is very powerful, and it is also the source of the superiority of aliens.

But now that even the alien species can't resist what the devil gives, the problem is big.

The defeat of the demons on the frontal battlefield is indeed not the end.

"You guys have been discussing for so long, what should we do now? Is your lieutenant general still alive?" a soldier asked.

"The only way now is to have an operation to take the alien species out of the body." The old researcher gave the only solution.

"What's the risk?" the soldier asked.

"The risk is not great. Xenotransplantation is a very mature job, as long as the lieutenant general is under control."

"We need a calm lieutenant general, not a powerful alien, so let's do the surgery." The soldier said directly.

The old researcher was a little surprised, can a soldier make such a decision?

"This is the lieutenant general's son." The assistant whispered.

He gets it.

"Okay then, we'll arrange the surgery right now, please let the lieutenant general sleep first." The old researcher nodded.

The lieutenant general's son waved his hand, and the soldiers began to prepare the anesthesia gun. The syringe was very thick, as thick as a child's arm, and it should be used for elephants or even whales.

At this moment, everyone saw a ripple in the air.

The next moment, an old man who was also wearing a white coat but with messy hair appeared here.

"Dr. Stein?" The lieutenant general's son asked in surprise.

Of course he knew this former collaborator, the scientist who proposed a series of black technologies.

"No, please call me Doctor Strange now. I am now a scientist who has mastered magic." Dr. Stein smiled, and pointed at the noisy cage.

A black aura appeared, the lieutenant general wobbled, and then passed out.

"This, this, did you also change your job to become a superhero?" asked the old researcher.

"Well, because I discovered that only magic can fight magic, so I changed my job." Dr. Stein said with a smile.

"You lied! The Doctor wouldn't do that! He's the most stalwart of science. You're a fake!"

It was none other than the young assistant who spoke out!

The next moment, he turned into a pile of mud.

And Dr. Stein immediately transformed into a clown!

"Ah! How did you come in here?" The old researcher was incredulous.

"Haha, I want to thank the demons for their invasion. Their appearance has made me stronger. Not to mention, there is still such a bright coordinate here." The clown laughed wildly.

Then he got into the cage the next moment and grabbed Lieutenant General Lola.

There was a lot of gunfire.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and both of them disappeared in the ripples.

"Damn it! Damn it! Bastard!" The lieutenant general's son fired wildly, causing the bullets to jump up one after another.

The people around him ran away in fright.

After the bullets were exhausted, the lieutenant general's son calmed down and said to the researchers:

"We can't go on like this!"

"We can no longer let others come in and out at will!"

At this time, the old researcher got out from behind a pillar.

"There is only one way, and that is to concentrate the power of faith and cultivate a super powerful hero."

"How to concentrate?"

"Explode the population. When 10 billion people explode, the hero's strength can reach 30 times that of before. When 1 trillion people explode, the power can reach 3,000 times. Such a powerful force is already close to what the earth can hold. Mystical power has reached its upper limit."

"One trillion? It won't be possible to smash the earth."

"Dr. Stein previously developed a technique of intubation behind the brain. Normal reproduction of the population requires too much food, clothing, housing, transportation, and entertainment needs. If you follow the example of The Matrix, the space and resources to feed a person are now enough to feed a whole Thousands of people. At the same time, we can also vigorously develop other easy-to-habit planets, just to solve the problem of the power of belief being transmitted across galaxies." The old researcher suggested.

"Well, yes, you reminded me that I should have done this long ago. The guys before were too conservative!" The lieutenant general's son was ecstatic when he heard this.

"But this matter can only be decided after discussion by the Eagle Fort Committee."

"No, that backward and inefficient decision-making model should have been eliminated long ago! It should be the Caesar model now!" the lieutenant general's son said without hesitation.

The old researcher was taken aback when he heard this.

Although McCann also has a family tradition of being in power for generations, there are really few people who blatantly say that they want to be Caesars.

"Caesar! Our Caesar!" cried the soldiers frantically.

They seemed to adore this lieutenant general's son who hadn't shown much before.

"Well, my name is Caesar today, and you guys start studying the Matrix model immediately!" Caesar ordered without hesitation.

The old researcher thinks the other party is a fool?

Did he think that the huge Eagle Fort and its complicated operating mechanism could be mastered with just a few slogans?

Where are the funds allocated from?

Where will the manpower be arranged?

How should the process go?

How to make others trust you?

These things, nothing.

"Sorry, I'm not Doraemon, I can only make suggestions, it's impossible for you to come up with whatever you want." The old researcher spread his hands.

"what do you need?"

"Funds, manpower, team, and formal process documents..." the old researcher said one by one.

"These are not problems," Caesar said, taking out a USB flash drive from his arms, "This is the account password and related permissions used by my father to order, I can now assign what you want on the management platform .”

The old researcher was stunned, only then did he realize that the other party had already prepared.

I am afraid that such things as fingerprints and irises have already been prepared.