Mystery Makes Me Strong

On the vast white Arctic Ocean, a deep-sea submarine is hiding under the deep ice.

The slender and elliptical hull is like a coiled poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity to move.

In the captain's room, several white men and black men were passing each other a piece of radio information they had just obtained.

"No, the intelligence shows that after Haiyan cut his tail to survive, the tail that escaped with great difficulty was targeted by the Chinese people again. Lieutenant Colonel Steve, what should we do now?" Black Lieutenant Tucker saw After that, the moment frowned.

Before the Lieutenant Colonel Steve he was talking about could answer, a certain white major on the side sarcastically said, "Lieutenant Tucker, you came up with the way to survive by docking your tail."

"At that time, it was said that we would buy time for the SEP to transfer the eye of the disaster, but it did not achieve the desired effect at all. I think Mr. Lieutenant Colonel is powerless, why don't you come up with a better idea?"

"George," Lieutenant Colonel Steve glanced at him, and then said, "the expected effect is still there, maybe it was hit right and wrong, and Haiyan escaped some remnants, which is better than being completely suppressed. If you don't use tail docking to survive, In the end, we will be busy for nothing and have no chance to get here."

Hearing this, the black Lieutenant Tucker blushed slightly, and defended himself: "The plan started off smoothly, but the Shenzhou people were too ruthless, not only sacrificing a large number of destroyers to weaken the power of the tsunami, but also not lingering, wasting Time, directly stationed in the suppression, which caught us off guard."

Major George nodded and said playfully, "I understand what you mean. You mean that the plan failed, not because your plan was bad, but because the opponent was too strong."

Black people have nothing to say because it is what it is.

No matter how good the plan is, if the wrong opponent is estimated, it will be in vain.

Lieutenant Colonel Steve sighed, and smoothed things over: "Okay, the fact is that, regardless of the mysteries, technological weapons, and economic strength, we are only less than 70% of the Chinese people, and they have already noticed over the years We are putting all-around pressure on us."

"If we don't unite internally, we will only be reduced to the fate of Dongdao and Nanzhu in the future, and become their cheap source of talent, source of resources, and disaster transfer area..."

Hearing this, Major George finally let go of the black Tucker, and his attitude was no longer aggressive.

He turned and said: "Then I will talk about my own opinion. I choose to temporarily abandon this line, because it has completed its own strategic goal, so that the main sight of Chinese people will once again focus on mysterious disasters instead of continuous suppression. us."

"I can't give up! Although this sea eye remnant has lost most of its power, its desire for revenge against the Shenzhou people has also greatly increased. This is where we can make good use of it. After all, there are many things that we cannot do. You can't reveal any excuses." The black Tucker retorted when he heard this.

Major George heard the other party's rebuttal, and immediately said impatiently: "In this case, then you should find a way to make it escape again. But I want to remind you that it has no self-destruct power now, and even wants to stop those black shirts It's hard for everyone, at most it will cause them some loss of personnel.

"But that's meaningless. The people in black shirts are positioned as consumables, just like the clones we make, they replenish as many as they die. The Chinese in this area have far more advantages than us. After all, they have so many many servants and population."

"As long as you work hard, there is always a way. This is the Arctic Ocean, where the power projection limit of the Chinese people lies. Their large fleet cannot go deep, and only some transport planes can arrive for support."

The black Tucker lowered his head and pressed his head with one hand, as if he was racking his brains for a solution.

Major George wanted to make some sarcastic remarks, but was stopped by Lieutenant Colonel Steve shaking his head.

Seeing this, he felt disdainful, stupid boss, stupid nigger, do you really think you can compete head-on with the Chinese people now?

The best way now is to rely on all kinds of lofty and small ideas to package yourself and paralyze your opponents.

Just like the East Islanders do, feign obedience, make them feel harmless with gestures of friendliness.

Wait until the power overtakes, wait until they decline, and then go to take back what should be obtained.

In fact, according to intelligence, they are entering a new cycle where civil strife is rampant again, something that has been repeated time and time again throughout history.

At this time, the last thing you should do is to stimulate them from the outside and wake up those old guys.

The mysterious disaster diverts attention, but it is a trick for children to pull out the hair on the legs while the adults are sleeping. Once the adults are awakened, they will be slapped twice on the head.

In Liga, there are more intense internal strife, facing a slap, may not be able to resist.

Major George thought to himself, and after a while, he heard the black Tucker clapping his hands excitedly:

"Yes! According to the intelligence, the team they sent is actually not strong. There are only two master-level experts. As long as we send a false target, it is very likely to deceive them and make them think that they have successfully eliminated them."

"Hmph, master-level masters can learn master-level prophecy. When Haiyan was in its prime, if you couldn't hide it, how could you hide it from them? It would only be a waste of effort." Major George Picking at the bone.

"The core principle of the master-level prophecy is to communicate with the 'Laplace demon' and spy on the real matter through the mysterious world, but we can use the latest secret research technique of SEP - 'Schrödinger's cat' to restrain it."

"Only when they open the box where the target is, can they get the correct feedback from the Laplace demon and know whether the target is real or not." Black Tucker retorted confidently.

"..." Everyone was silent.

"Very good, very good, Tucker, you really think hard." Lieutenant Colonel Steve patted him on the shoulder very happily, and then glanced at Major George.

Major George was swept away by the opponent, and his face turned red immediately.

The accusation he thought he was shrewd, under the refutation of the nigger, became a symbol of laziness and passivity.

Because in the eyes of everyone, those who can solve problems are always better than those who raise them.

Sure enough, other people exclaimed in amazement: "Yes, why didn't I think that there is such a technology that can be used to restrain the great prophecy of the Shenzhou people. If we can succeed this time, our latest technology can be completely kept secret." , will not be copied by Chinese people for free!"

"Yes, in fact, even if it fails, it still has great experimental significance." Someone else echoed.

"That's right, if this technology is successfully implemented, then the Sea Eye Project will have the most fruitful results!"

Hearing these words from his colleagues, Major George's expression became even more embarrassing.

Damn niggers, you should go back to your hometown Sanan. If you hadn't been influenced by the great American culture, you would have been a stupid barbarian who only knew how to pick fruit from trees and dig papayas underground.

These praises should all belong to me.

He looked at the black lieutenant who was being chased by everyone, his eyes became cold.

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At the same time, Wen Rensheng had already arrived in front of the black-shirted man, under the huge iceberg, under the eyes of everyone, with an incomprehensible state of mind.

"Sir, what's the matter? We are working urgently, please stay where you should be." A man in black shirt with the appearance of a captain stepped forward and blocked his way.

"First, please don't call me sir, call me brother."

"Second, where you can stay, I can stay too."

Wen Rensheng said calmly.

The other party was still indifferent: "It's useless to speak nicely, what can you do?"

"Do you know the resonance method?" Wen Rensheng asked suddenly.

"You mean the Seven Emotions Resonance Method? That's our basic knowledge." The black shirt captain's eyes finally changed.

Wen Rensheng nodded and said, "I can resonate with you and remind you of your efficiency and strength."

"No need," the captain of the man in black shook his head, waved his hand, turned around and left, "You are precious mystic experts, you shouldn't be wasted on the front line, you should go back and make batteries honestly."

Having said that, his tone softened a bit, and he added:

"Don't you use your cheap pity and think it's unfair to us because that's what war is. To win, someone has to be in the front row."

"Consume infantry to protect tanks; consume destroyers to protect aircraft carriers; consume black shirts to protect mysterious experts. It's the same reason. In the future, you will also consume for more valuable targets."

"No, that's not consumption, that's sacrifice," Wen Rensheng stood in front of the other party again, and said seriously, "I can make you more valuable."

The captain of the man in black was silent, and asked after a long time, "Why?"

"Because what others can do, I will ask myself to do it too." Wen Rensheng said.

I'm such a perfectionist, I can't stand anyone surpassing me in any way.

Except for having a baby...