One Man’s Power

Within the territory of Huaguo, the Central Military, and the General Staff Headquarters.

"What experiment."

Mr. Mo received the application report from the Central Research Institute.

It would be very difficult to conduct experiments, especially important experiments related to the gods, with the Central Research Institute alone. Those scientists must not be allowed to participate in the arrest of the gods.

so……

Usually assisted by the military... Mr. Mo glanced at the contents of the report and was speechless for a long time.

Snapped!

Throwing it on the table: "Absurd, absurd!"

"Who thought of this idea."

"The Arctic Ocean and Antarctica have never been invaded by the gods so far. If the gods are lured there, what should we do if there is any change?" Mr. Mo shook his head without anger. The experiment itself is fine, but the location chosen for the experiment is not.

The Central Research Institute proposed: It is hoped that the military can provide assistance and conduct experiments in the Arctic.

The Arctic Ocean, Antarctica, the north and south poles of the earth are pure lands.

It may be due to the magnetic field, or other reasons, but no god has ever entered the range of the South Pole and the North Pole.

This point is quite critical.

Now the situation is serious enough, whether it can last until the summer of next year is still a matter of opinion.

If the North and South Poles also become a war zone, this battle will not be fought at all, and all countries can publicly announce the invasion of different space gods: the countdown to the catastrophe has begun, and it is irreversible.

"return to!"

Mr. Mo returned the experiment report.

"Tell the Central Research Institute..."

"We'll consider it."

Old Man Mo did not severely reprimand him.

Mr. Mo respected these scientific researchers who had a true scientific spirit and made real contributions to the country, most of whom were unknown, and would never intervene indiscriminately.

As a layman, he has a high position and authority, and he is the top leader of the Chinese military.

But... Mr. Mo doesn't think that the military has the qualifications to criticize the Central Research Institute. He has fought in wars and shed blood, but he doesn't understand anything. Such hasty interference will only affect the work efficiency of the Central Research Institute.

The military, including its superiors, gave these scientists full trust and believed in the power of scientific research.

It's just... this experiment is too risky.

"well."

Mr. Mo took a deep breath: "This group of scientific lunatics are really bold. I didn't even dare to think about it. Fortunately, they threw an experiment application directly in my face."

It's angry and funny, and at the same time admires, touches and comforts.

It's good to be bold and crazy!

You can't live without being crazy.

Facing the gods requires this kind of fearlessness, daring to think and do, so that there is time and opportunity.

Without the unconditional support of the state, there would be no current Central Research Institute.

Without the Central Research Institute, there would be no extraordinary world today.

The power of science is crucial, and it is an important factor for human beings to survive until today.

Experiments have to be done, again and again.

During this period, sacrifices and waste are unavoidable things. Crossing the river by feeling the stones, how can there be no setbacks... The road of Chaofan is watered with blood, built by scientific research, and entrusted by all mankind only hope.

"North and South Poles."

Old Man Mo took off his glasses slowly, and gently rubbed his left temple.

In the past few days, he often suffers from insomnia, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, his hair is all white, and he is physically and mentally exhausted: "I can at least take medicine to relieve it, but Chaofan can't, I am rational and awake all the time..."

ring bell~

The phone rang again.

Touching the table with his left hand, touching the glasses leg, he picked up the communication while putting on the glasses.

"It's me." Dr. Sang's doubtful voice came from the other side of the communication: "The experiment application was rejected?"

Old Man Mo was stunned: "You mean the application for the Arctic experiment?"

Dr. Sang said calmly: "I must do this experiment. The North and South Poles are regarded as restricted areas by the gods. Is it because of the magnetic field or something else? Those people used the restricted area of ​​the North and South Poles as an excuse to promote the overlord plan. Put it on hold, and want to make a comeback, I can't allow it."

"Speak responsibly."

"The overlord plan is empty talk and delusional, at least not possible right now."

finished listening.

Old Man Mo smiled wryly, "Didn't the superiors send you to investigate the weakening of the divine body?"

Dr. Sang said indifferently: "I personally think that the weakening of the god body is a combination of multiple factors, such as missile high temperature and radiation, mercury weapons, longitude and latitude geographical location, and possibly snowstorms, as well as Tang Hong's belief..."

"What?"

"nothing."

"I don't know whether the experiment application should be approved or not."

"We have no choice, just half a year, there is no time."

"..." Old Master Mo gritted his teeth, remained silent for more than ten seconds, and emphasized word by word: "Success is only allowed, failure is not allowed."

"I can't guarantee that."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, and Dr. Sang sat alone in a dark room.

A bed, a table, and a person alone.

"God Killer Tang Hong."

"The gift of solitude."

Dr. Sang lowered his head and stared at the syringe, which contained the dopamine injection hormone.

"no……"

"Tang Hong must live... I have to conduct more human experiments." Dr. Sang's silver-framed lenses seemed to flash a light, cold and crazy, making people creepy.

What Tang Hong saw... was what Dr. Sang wanted Tang Hong to see.

pity.

Still too wary.

Dr. Sang whispered: "If I hurt myself, I won't hurt you."

He spread out the crumpled draft paper in his palm.

It said 'Kill God', circled it, and drew a wrong number.

"Conviction... two?"

"Then... hurry up and become a saint."

Dr. Sang tore the draft paper into pieces, ate it with no expression on his face, rubbed his belly, and laughed. He agreed with the sage Li Xuekong's statement... the owner of the god-killing faith in the following gram will be the hope of next summer. one.

Other than that.

A sword cuts through a different space, a peaceful and prosperous world, everyone is like a dragon, and the unprecedented maximum-yield hydrogen-uranium bomb that has been simulated and tested many times is hope. (Hydrogen-uranium bomb information: a hydrogen bomb with natural uranium as the shell, and its energy release process is three stages of fission-fusion-fission)

"A god on high."

"And die too."

Heiji Division.

The last suspicious location has now been investigated.

"There are no gods here."

Tang Hong made written records.

beside.

Several figures fly like snow, leaving no trace of people passing through the snow, and everyone gathers together.

"it's over?"

A top extraordinary person asked in a low voice, she felt like she was dreaming, it was too real.

"Is there a regular god? We, we swept seventeen suspicious locations, killed dozens of regular gods, and just killed them little by little to the end."

Although it is said that half of the dozen or so suspicious locations in the front have been missed, there is no routine god, no danger god, but at the last moment...

People are always worried and anxious.

The last two suspicious locations put more pressure on everyone than the previous ones.

no one thought...

it's over!

Tang Hong turned to look at her, and said with a smile, "The sweeping operation of the Heiji division is over."

"fine."

The top extraordinary person, looking back, recalled these days.

High pressure, high pressure, has been in bloody battles, either recuperating after the war, or on the way to suspicious places.

The willpower to break the limit for the second time is also a bit overwhelming.

She's just plain top notch.

And Tang Hong... Even if he didn't take the initiative to inspire the belief of invincibility, his ability to withstand pressure is extremely strong.

A person, used to it, can face everything alone.

"I'm getting closer to my dream."

Tang Hong showed a happy smile, then gradually restrained himself, squatting on the ground without speaking.

not far away.

Volunteer Ma Lisan came over, glanced at the five top superhumans who looked exhausted, nodded, and sat in the snow slowly, pinching the snow ball with his palms and changing their appearance in various ways.

The way of celebrating in the extraordinary world has always been plain and peaceful.

Hard-won quiet.

The heavy snow was still falling, and the strong wind was still blowing. Ma Lisan hesitated for a moment, handed Tang Hong a cigarette, and shook it.

Tang Hong also hesitated, exhaled, and took it.

"Thanks……"

"Smoking is harmful to health."

Tang Hong sniffed it under his nose, and stared blankly at the snowflakes falling silently, falling on the trees, on the ground, and on the seven people present, their hair and shoulders covered with a layer of light snow.

At the beginning, when they set off from the imperial capital and arrived at the Heiji sub-district, there were eleven people.

Seven people now.

The wounded... Actually, there was only one.

Beep... the instrument that deceived the gods sounded as always, as if it was eternal.

"I know."

Ma Lisan took a deep puff of his cigarette butt, squinted his eyes, watching the smoke swirling around, the snow in winter was especially silent, snowflakes would absorb the sound.

Ma Lisan seemed to speak to the air: "We have done well enough, and the casualty rate is very low."

Zero is good... Tang Hong couldn't say it, but just closed his eyes gently, I will kill all these gods.

Until death.

the next day.

Headquarters of the Paika Corporation.

"Come, come." The middle-aged man, Wind Hunter, dragged Tang Hong into the headquarters, passed the four-fold verification, walked along the mercury passage, and walked to the consultant's office, with a smug smile on his face.

"You're leaving, I'll show you something nice."

The headquarters structures of the major non-government organizations have something in common. They are all three mercury passages, leading to the consultant's office, the merit registration office, and the combat command room.

Belongs to the Extraordinary area.

Outside the area, at a metal door, Li Ming, a golden-red woman, stood with a dull expression.

"The Chaofan you met that day?"

"Is he a friend of Advisor Wind Hunter..."

Li Ming couldn't figure it out, the levels were different, and the circles were different. This also applies to the supernatural world. Although there is no difference between high and low, but in ordinary chatting, the discussion at the consultant level is all about dangerous gods. Ordinary superhumans can't understand it, and there is no common language.

After washing your hands, return to the gold-red zone.

In a mess, three or four people gathered together to discuss something in a low voice, and their faces were all excited.

There are also people with wide-eyed and jumping feet, their eyes seem to be shining.

'kindness? '

"Did something happen again?" Li Ming returned to his seat in a daze, and listened attentively.

"The legend is here!"

"I saw with my own eyes that the Hunter Advisor entered the headquarters with him."

"Yes, yes, Godslayer Tang Hong, I heard the Liefeng consultant call him that... But it's really strange, isn't the Godslayer usually active in the Yunhai division, why did he suddenly come to our side?"

"A consultant-level boss."

"Speaking of which, this special training camp hasn't officially ended yet..."

After that, Li Ming couldn't hear clearly.

I was shocked, like thunder, that the golden-red young Chaofan who met them that day turned out to be that legendary, well-known godslayer.

"I……"

"When can I become a superhuman?"

Li Ming looked at the calendar on the corner of the table: December 19th.

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