Time back to half an hour ago, Dongtu, the headquarters of the Genius Center, the bigwigs gathered together relaxed and happy.

"It's amazing how young you are now. ”

Cheng Changdong crossed Erlang's legs and was full of emotion.

"One generation is more than one generation of waves, and Bai Chen's classmate is even more unique among the waves. A familiar guy nibbled on a watermelon.

"I'm almost ready to get to this seat. "The alien boss who is more bizarre than the horns of the head and the dragon shaking the sky has a cowhide coax on his face.

"Phew, you have to make a face, you are from that place, but Bai Chen is a real self-made man, and he is dragged down by the cumbersome people who have no qualifications at all in Yanyu Academy, and he has to worry about big and small things. Wu Qingmei's doppelganger muscular girl directly gave the alien boss a middle finger.

"Wu Xuan, let's talk about it first, you mention it to Bai Chen, I am quite interested in the god Franklin, and when Max sends the god to the door, I will take the artificial god project team of our genius center to the extinct volcano island to observe and observe, and see how the god-making technology of the Ivy League League of peers is. ”

A bookish boss spoke.

"Don't mention it!"

Wu Qingmei's clone raised his middle finger again.

"Our genius center artificial gods are to protect the eastern soil, but Ah Mei, you see that those people are actually engaged in the Scientology Cult. ”

Cheng Changdong was speechless at Max's group of mad scientists.

The melon-eating boss smiled and said: "What's wrong with the Scientology Sect, it's stronger than the strange belief of the demons dancing around the continent, if it weren't for Bai Chen, we wouldn't have imagined that the average general earth third such a sister, you see that the chief scientist actually wants to be the pope." ”

The bookish boss was quite unimpressed: "Ji Cao Buliu, theology is originally the ancestral skill of the scientists of the Western Alliance, you look at the first person, Isaac Newton, he seems to be a famous scientist in history, but his profession is a theologian." ”

The alien-looking alien boss spoke: "Max, the biggest ambition of the Ivy League alliance is nothing more than the Scientology Church to be the Pope, the California Consortium, the Redneck Consortium, and the Gotham Consortium, which are hiding in various small worlds, space nodes, and spatial rifts, are the real destabilizing factors. ”

If it weren't for the pressure of the eastern soil, if it weren't for the current human beings on the earth, they would still be working together.

With the urine nature of this group of consortia, Ah Mei, you see that the mainland has long become a chaotic place for these people to call Wang Sheng.

Suddenly, the door of the conference room was vigorously pushed open by a staff member, and he gasped breathlessly: "Look, global live broadcast." ”

Three minutes later, the face of the fellow Walter, with a golden retriever and a big back, looked very positive at a glance, and was highly in line with the aesthetics of Ah Mei, you see that the people are about justice and can be trusted, appeared in front of the bigwigs.

"Rescue, begun?"

Cheng Changdong, who was furious, jumped up from his chair suddenly.

"What is the Ivy League doing?"

The melon-eating boss doesn't even eat melons.

The bookish boss's face was gloomy and terrifying: "It's too much of a bully, so it's so rebellious, do you really think that Bai Chen's classmate is easy to bully?"

The nameless fire burned in the eyes of the alien boss, and those who are familiar with him know that the treacherous Max, as well as this fellow Walter who came out of nowhere and performed with glowing eyes in front of the global melon eaters, have made him really angry.

Wu Qingmei's clone even picked up the phone: "Pick me up, sister, you see the headquarters of the Ivy League of Ivy League in the mainland!"

She wants to ask for an explanation for Bai Chen.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Wu Qingmei, we can't get in touch with each other. ”

"Not only that, the existence of the fog in the Arctic Circle has interrupted the regular communication between us and the continent, and the temporary communication system in the Bering Strait is only 37.5 percent complete, and we can't get in touch with it through this line. ”

"Due to the existence of the Lost Contact Zone, our backup communication channel through the City of All Souls is now also unable to be used normally. ”

"Unless we activate the highest-level plan and directly activate the combat readiness portal between the continent and Ah Mei, we have no other way to contact the headquarters of the Ivy League at this time. ”

"There's no way to contact the California consortium. ”

The eyebrows of Wu Qingmei's clone were erected into two black lines.

The angry bigwigs calmed down.

"There is no such coincidence in the world. ”

Cheng Changdong said coldly.

The bookish boss walked to the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and drew the three channels of communication between Dongtu and Ah Mei.

"The Lost Contact Zone has descended, directly separating us, the City of All Souls, and Ah Mei, look at the mainland. ”

"First there is the wrath of the Arctic Circle, and then there is the fog of the Arctic Circle, the ancient gods of the Arctic Circle cut off the line of us-Yingzhou-Ah Mei, you look at the continent. ”

"Plus we, Europa, and Sister, which are also separated by the Arctic Circle, look at this third line of communication. ”

"We have at least an eighty-day window until the new communications system in the Bering Strait is completed, and we will not be able to contact the Ivy League and the California consortium without activating the highest level plan. ”

The eyes of the bigwigs burst out with the same light as they were.

"California Consortium, Max's gang has a lot of plans. ”

"Then the question is, what is the purpose of them who want to be heroes who want to rescue millions of humans in the lost area?"

"It's not an election year, this so-called fellow with eyes brighter than a light bulb, even if he wants to be the commander of Ah Mei, it's impossible, besides, it's still very early for the turn of the California consortium to be the mascot, and the California consortium shouldn't be stupid enough to think that they can get the support of other consortiums if they rescue millions of humans in the lost area. ”

"What's more, if such a shameless person wants to steal the credit of Bai Chen's breaking the subspace barrier for himself, we Dongtu will definitely not agree to the people of the California consortium to take the position!"

Cheng Changdong's sonorous voice echoed in the conference room.

The bigwigs couldn't stop nodding, and Wu Qingmei's clone even clenched his fist the size of a casserole.

This fellow who represents the California consortium wants to take away Bai Chen's honor, and he is thinking about peaches to eat.

The alien boss's eyes flashed with inexplicability: "Max wants to engage in the Scientology Cult, does the California Consortium also want to engage in the Two-Headed Bear Cult?"

"Becoming a so-called hero is just a means, will the purpose be the same as the little earth dog in Bai Chen's hand, through the global live broadcast, to harvest the gratitude of the people who eat melons, and then gain strength from it?"

The bookish boss frowned: "I really can't rule out this possibility." ”

The melon-eating boss looked at Cheng Changdong: "No matter what Max's gang thinks, their current so-called earth-shattering rescue is based on Bai Chen's opening of the subspace barrier, they want to erase Bai Chen's credit, and our genius center will never agree!"

The bigwigs couldn't stop nodding.

Suddenly, the face of Wu Qingmei's clone became strange.