Mystery Makes Me Strong

"Stop fighting."

Wen Rensheng said condescendingly.

If it weren't for the old professor's body, it would really be like a god descending from the earth at this time.

He was greeted by an XA2 hypersonic missile.

At such a speed, ordinary people have no time to distinguish the movement with their naked eyes, let alone dodge.

But in the eyes of Wenren's height bonus, the missile was slower than a turtle.

Really, the missile is more than 340 meters per second, but after being reduced, only a few centimeters per second are left, isn't it slower than a turtle?

He only took a few steps, got out of the way, and then grabbed the tail fin, and then led it to the launching place, a destroyer, and ran directly through the air.

But in the eyes of everyone, in the eyes of the electronic monitoring screen, Wen Rensheng's speed turned into a ray of light, and no one was seen in a blink of an eye.

"The radar can't keep up with his movements!"

"This is Superman from the movie!"

"How is it possible, this is a world where the laws of matter determine everything!"

Then there was a loud noise, and the destroyer used its silence to coldly confirm to everyone that times had changed.

This is no longer a world where laws in the eyes of humans determine everything.

Just like several collapses and reconstructions of physics.

There is a huge difference between the laws in human eyes and the real laws of nature.

The fighting stopped again.

They await Superman's sentencing.

"Go back and tell your commanders to stop all wars," Wen Rensheng said.

"Got it, Superman."

"Yes, Superman."

Both sides of the battle used tweeters, radio waves, semaphores, and large-screen projections in unison... to answer.

Lest this Superman fail to see, hear, and speak all known languages.

Don't cry without seeing the coffin.

Wen Rensheng wasn't annoyed at them either.

Then he left.

He walked against the wind all the way, and soon came to the largest refuge on the sea.

I saw that this place has become a big greenhouse.

The outside is full of circles of bulletproof glass, which is very strong. Through the glass, you can see that vegetables, fruits, and staple foods are planted inside.

However, such a small planting area is doomed to be impossible to support a large number of people, and tens of thousands of people can be self-sufficient.

The refuge has only one entrance and exit, with a long and narrow passage, and within the passage, there are multiple detection mechanisms.

The seemingly tight protection, in the eyes of Wen Rensheng, who has just watched the aircraft carrier formation battle, is naturally vulnerable.

It should be the default result of the two parties that it can survive until now.

They should be thinking about stealing more military technology from here to gain an advantage in warfare.

When the spores decide the winner, this place will lose its only value, and it's time to fall.

Wen Rensheng's arrival caused panic in the shelter.

"Look, there is a person flying from the sky?"

"Am I dazzled?"

"This must be the modified human of the spores, and the mutation is a miracle!"

"It's over, we humans are going to be extinct!"

Everyone panicked. Those who were working put down their work one after another and looked up.

Soon, secret passages were opened in some parts of the refuge, and a submarine slipped away quietly.

It's just the faint fluctuations on the sea surface that Wen Rensheng could see.

At the same time, a helicopter flew over.

"Unbelievable person, may I ask why you are here?" The tweeter sounded from the helicopter.

Wen Rensheng looked at the frightened faces in the cockpit of the helicopter, and inexplicably thought of pictures, all of which were self-righteous faces.

Did they ever think that they would end up today?

"Nothing, just take a look."

Wen Rensheng has never been a savior, and he has never left a reputation.

The driver and the negotiator looked at each other, and the other party just came to see?

Well, this is at least good news, much better than conquest and destruction.

Wen Rensheng was really just looking at it, and as soon as his figure flickered, he flashed in from the flight channel that had just been opened.

The flight channel was not closed because there were still some passenger planes waiting to take off.

Wen Rensheng walked in along a passage.

In the shelter, most people are living numbly.

Many people were sitting on the broken deck by the side of the road, holding a newspaper in a daze.

There are also some places where people are busy, but Wen Rensheng is an expert, he can tell at a glance that most of the people are busy.

They did some useless things, washed the instrument over and over again, and pieced together the numbers one by one into the experimental results.

In people's eyes, there is no hope.

They are just lingering, just waiting for the spore war outside to decide the winner.

In a small square somewhere, two old men were sitting. Judging from their watches, they should have been the top richest men, chatting there.

"What have you prepared?"

"Cyanogen XX, direct and quick, effective within a second."

"I still like my big revolver. It's fast and steady. Your medicine may expire or become invalid. Then you will have a headache."

"You'll get your revolver stuck, your hands will shake, you might miss your shot, and you'll end up paralyzed."

Two once absolute elites began to quarrel.

It's just that no one knows that what they are arguing about is not money, not a business war, but how to end themselves.

"Wait, is there really no hope for mankind? It's obviously not a serious crisis."

"And yet this crisis hits us exactly where we are, and we've never really had an intelligent enemy to deal with."

"Yes, a wise opponent. Our ancestors have dealt with other races, but the history of that time has not been left."

"Which group of spores outside has the upper hand?"

"It's still the mother spores in their mouths. After all, they have more resources. Fighting wars is fighting for resources."

"I heard that they give birth very quickly, with two births in three years, and each woman has more than ten children. Humph, now you don't have to worry about population anymore."

"It's tragic. We used to be ridiculous. We thought we had conquered everything, but suddenly a group of wisdom spores appeared and wiped us out."

"If I knew it earlier, I should have thrown the mushrooms in time."

"Who can make up his mind in time for that kind of thing? No one can do it. He couldn't do it at the beginning, and he couldn't do it later."

The nonsense of the two old men allowed Wen Rensheng to learn more details.

He looked around again, and finally came to a conclusion.

People here are struggling to survive.

Their so-called technological research and development projects are all just making do, just fooling the spies sent by the spores.

Think about it too, under the predicament, there is no so-called technological explosion.

Several technological explosions were carried out under conditions of great material affluence.

Because scientific and technological research itself is a matter of high waste, high risk, and high probability.

What Refuge can do is to piece together all kinds of novel ideas from the past to make it look like a new one, and then quietly let the other party steal it.

It seems that the management is also very clear why the shelter still exists.