Stop In The Deep Sea

The rest of the meal was a bit dull. Everyone ate the food in silence and chatted about non-nutritious topics from time to time.

Wang Xin was also a little manic and depressed, as if his chest was blocked by something.

It's not that the death of the old scholar has affected his mood, but he is a little worried about the growth rate of the Mimic Alliance.

Since arriving at the deep-sea base, more and more people have received bullet silver transplant surgeries. This is just the beginning, and I can't imagine the future.

"Uncle Nie, can you make the Mimetic Alliance's actions known to the public?" Wang Xin picked up a chopstick of kelp and stuffed it into his mouth.

Nie Huaijun shook his head and said: "It's not that we haven't thought about it, but what will happen if it is announced?

You also know that all the camera equipment in the entire deep-sea base will malfunction. Without real video footage, it will be difficult to convince the people.

There is a more important point. There are no police in the base, and we can only speak with strength. Whoever has a stronger fist has absolute rights. In such an environment, what do you think is the benefit of openly confronting the Mimic Alliance? "

Wang Xin took a toothpick and pulled at the remaining fat in the bone dish, secretly thinking about how to change the situation.

"Let me tell you about the information I have so far." Nie Huaijun raised his glass, took a sip of red wine, and then said slowly: "The Mimicry Alliance is currently divided into three levels, namely the leader, management and grassroots."

"Needless to say much about the alliance leader, he is a very low-key person who has rarely appeared. There are many theories about this person's identity and background, but the most common speculation is that he is one of the founders of the Deep Sea Project.

At the grassroots level, there are a large number of people, most of whom are ordinary mimics with no rank. These people have limited abilities and cannot make big waves.

Finally, let’s talk about the management. There are currently twelve people in total. They are called the Twelve Mimic Owls. Each of them manages a large area. "

At this point, Dr. Nie took out his mobile phone and sent a list to several people.

Wang Xin turned on his phone, looked at the names and kept recalling the scene: "This time I broke into the headquarters of the Mimic Alliance at night and found that the twelve owls did not seem to be united."

Dr. Nie nodded: "Yes, these twelve people are all super strong people who have awakened advanced mimicry. Any one of them can defeat one against a hundred. They have different divisions of labor.

As far as I know, it seems that only two people, Quan Henan and Cheng Ye, were involved in kidnapping civilians. "

Dr. Nie works in a scientific research institute and comes into contact with many people from all walks of life every day. The information he has is naturally much better than others.

Chen Naiyi turned the fruit on the table in front of him and picked up a piece of pineapple: "Yes, I also heard some news in the group. Except for the two of them, the remaining few people just act as tools in the alliance. Usually, He rarely shows up and only performs some less important tasks."

"No, there is another person who is also very mysterious." Wang Xin frowned and corrected.

He had seen photos of twelve Owls in the Mimic Alliance headquarters. Three of them had separate mechanical cabins, which was obviously not what Chen Naiyi described.

"This person's name is Shen Yao."

"Shen Yao? Impossible. I know her. She is the daughter of Tianyang International. Her family has practiced ancient martial arts for generations and has never transplanted bullets. How could she join the camp of mimics?" Chen Naiyi shook his head and expressed disbelief.

"Maybe it's not the Shen Yao you know."

Wang Xin did not refute, but just described the scene in the secret room that night. After that, Chen Naiyi still didn't believe it.

"It's not impossible." Dr. Nie put his hands on his chin. "Tianyang International is not only the Guwu family, but also one of the shareholders of the deep sea base. They have the most advanced transplantation technology at present. Maybe they want to While practicing ancient martial arts, build a team of mimics."

"You can't be so cruel, are you trying it on your own daughter?" Chen Naiyi spat out the grape seeds in her mouth, her expression slightly surprised.

"People like them who enjoy a very high reputation internationally cannot be judged by common sense." Dr. Nie looked at her and added.

Chen Naiyi's mind was racing, and she immediately thought of something: "If they had both the form of a mimic and the cultivation of an ancient warrior, wouldn't they be invincible?"

Wang Xin shook his head: "It's hard to say. Human energy is limited. If you continue to practice ancient martial arts while transplanting bullets and silver, you might go crazy."

As a master of the Flame Realm, Wang Xin had a very good understanding of the training process. He was curious as to why Chen Naiyi didn't even know the most basic common sense of ancient martial arts.

"What does the Base Supervisory Association think of this matter?" Dai Xingyue, who had been silent for the whole time, raised his head and asked.

"The Foundation Association has too much time to take care of itself. During this period, many people are rushing to sign up for transplant surgeries. They don't have enough manpower and are extremely busy. When they finish this matter, they will definitely intervene to investigate the matter, so I guess Quan Henan and the others won't be able to do anything about it. How long has it been?" Nie Huaijun took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

After a long while, he looked at the few people and said solemnly: "I know that you are practicing ancient martial arts, you are good at it, and you are not afraid of anything. But I still want to remind you that you must think carefully before doing anything, and you must ensure your own safety. especially you--"

With that said, Nie Huaijun pointed at Wang Xin.

Wang Xin smiled awkwardly, touched his head, and nodded repeatedly.

After chatting for a while, Dr. Nie checked the time, stood up and said goodbye to a few people: "You young people, talk more, and I, an old man, will not interfere."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

After Dr. Nie left, Chen Naiyi returned to her usual quirky self. She poured herself a little drink, and then looked at Wang Xin: "I didn't expect you to be quite powerful. You knocked Cheng Ye into sleep. You really impressed us. A warrior has a long face."

Wang Xin knew that Chen Naiyi's cultivation level was not low, so he didn't dare to brag: "It's just a fluke."

"Don't be so modest. I heard from my fellow students that Cheng Ye is a first-level mimicry expert. So what level are you at now? Middle stage of the realm of extinction? Is it the peak of the realm of extinction?"

Wang Xin didn't answer, but just nodded roughly. If he told her that he had already reached the Flame Breaking Realm and reached the middle stage of the second level of Ancient Martial Arts, I'm afraid this girl would keep asking questions again.

Sure enough, Chen Naiyi adjusted the shoulder strap as if no one else was watching, made a snapping sound, and then immediately turned to Dai Xingyue and winked: "Xiaoyue, where did you find such a great boyfriend? Tell me and I will find one too. "

Before Dai Xingyue could speak, Wang Xin joked: "It's hard to find someone like me. It's unique in the world. It's just this one. Why don't you marry me and be my concubine, and Xiaoyue and I can take care of each other?" How about it?"

"What a beautiful thought. Who wants to be your concubine? Let us, Xiaoyue, have such a good man for ourselves." Chen Naiyi raised the wine glass and took a sip, leaving a lip mark on the rim of the glass.

When Dai Xingyue saw that Wang Xin not only refused to help him out, but also made nonsense along with Nai Yi, he suddenly became angry and pinched his waist.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts..."

After playing around for a while, the three of them had almost eaten, and they discussed going back.

After all, the Second Research Institute is semi-open on weekdays, and there are many mimics. It's okay for Dai Xingyue and Chen Naiyi. If Wang Xin's new face stays here for a long time, it may attract the attention of interested people.

"We still have experimental classes, you should go back first." Dai Xingyue pulled Chen Naiyi, who was still unfinished, and left in a hurry, for fear that the girl would say something sarcastic again.