Fred wasn't stupid, and he wasn't one of the top people in a position to maintain his authority. He is just an ordinary scientific research dog with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, and he is now just thirty years old. If all goes well, maybe the dog will be able to become a dog head by the time he reaches the age of forty.

The so-called dog head is the head of the dog in charge of scientific research. They are a little higher grade than the research dogs. Generally, you can get 8,000 to 10,000 eagle dollars a month.

And if you want to make real money in the field of scientific research, you must bring projects. Projects are what make money. But that's not a field that scientific research dogs and dog heads can touch, it's a field that only scientific research cows and scientific research bulls can touch, and even scientific research calves can't.

And what can really guarantee that there must be research to bring, it must be a learning valve. When you get to the school, that's the real master.

But Fred knows the upper limit of his life, although he is a student from a good university, and he can barely enter the field of scientific research dogs, or even dog heads. But don't count on the top.

There are many mountains in the field of scientific research, and the origin of the gate valve is more important here. Caltech blood students and MIT bulls have some signs of it. And the people of the Ivy League League are even more in a group, more or less rejecting people from other schools.

Sometimes doing a project is not based on what you have ability, but more importantly, on whether the professor or doctor who leads the team is on the same mountain as yourself. If the professor leading the team is from an Ivy League school, but he is a non-Ivy League graduate, then the professor will inevitably give better resources to his younger brothers, sisters, nephews, and so on.

So Fred doesn't really have much nostalgia for his position, it's just a mixed position. Do you really want to make a name for yourself here? Forget it, I don't have a good teacher to endorse me, and in the field of scientific research, I can only be a migrant worker. At the end of the year, the annual salary of 70,000 eagle dollars is the limit. Now he has earned 500,000 eagle dollars at once, which is equivalent to the sum of his seven years of work. Now Professor Coleman wants to find death, and he still doesn't accompany him.

Fred made up his mind, so he simply packed up his things in the afternoon. But halfway through packing, he considered that his backpack was too conspicuous to go out. So I didn't bring anything at all, just my wallet and my check for 500,000 eagle dollars.

During the lunch break, I asked for leave from the HR department and said that I was going to the nearest city.

"Why?" the director in charge of personnel management asked the reason for the leave.

"Toothache, I'm going to see a dentist. Fred gave a good reason. Although there are good medical facilities at Base X, dental care is not included. Because dentists are too expensive. If dental care is included, then the entire base will line up to see the teeth.

The devil knows that the people of the Eagle Country have so many dental diseases. What calculus, what gum pain, what root disease, etc. If the free dentist is covered, the monthly dentist expenses of Base X will be outrageous.

However, it was obvious that the people in the HR department did not believe Fred's words very much, and he laughed evilly: "I know, I always have to spend a lot of money just now." I understand, I understand, just remember to bring me a bottle of whiskey. The personnel department happily approved Fred with a sick note and granted him sick leave for the afternoon.

After Fred got the sick note, he drove his car (a cheap Buick) all the way in the direction of Star City. This is the only city within 50 kilometers of the base. He's going to fix it here for a while, have a meal, refuel and then leave here.

Fred had a vague premonition in his heart that something was going to go wrong this time. There was a big problem in District 51 before.

"I wish I had thought about it too much. Fred refueled his car at the gas station, and said to himself.

But is Fred overthinking? It's really hard to say, and there's no time for him to think about it.

Because just as Fred was cheering, Raymond suddenly came out and punched him in the stomach: "Son of a bitch!

Raymond was taller, like a boxer more than a scientist. Raymond was sent to Star City in the morning. I didn't catch the daily bus, so I had to stay here temporarily. And while eating next door, I happened to see Fred's Buick car driving over. He followed him into the gas station.

After all, Star City is just that big. In a three-street city, there is a high probability that you can meet everyone who walks around the city.

Raymond grabbed Fred and beat him up.

"Wait a minute, wait a little fool! I'm saving you!" Fred yelled before being killed by Raymond.

Raymond stopped: "What?"

"I said I'm saving you, didn't you see I'm coming out too!Let's run.Stupid Coleman is going to open the door to the Otherworld under unknown circumstances.I guessed he would do it when I found out about it. So we have to get out of that X base. You're my only friend at Base X. I'm going to let you run away with me!" Fred stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Raymond was a little confused: "What you said is true?"

"Of course it's true! Here's a check for half a million. One hundred thousand in it are yours. Fred pulled the check out of his wallet.

"Wait, my mind is a little out of the way. If what you said was true, then why didn't you tell me in the first place, tell me about your whole plan!" Raymond was still angry.

Fred put the grease gun back in place: "Because your acting skills are so bad." If I told you everything I thought about at the beginning, would you be able to play it well? Think about it, if I wasn't looking for you, why would I come to Star City?"

Raymond gave Fred a big hug: "Hahaha! But is that true? They're going to open the gates of the otherworld?"

"Of course. Fred was depressed: he was going to give this fool a hundred thousand. This idiot only knows how to fish and sweep minees when he goes to work.

"Well, they're really stupid. So let's go to the bank now and get the money on the road. Raymond said happily, "We divided the money." ”

"Are you going to go on the road with half a million cash? Do you think we're dying too slowly?" Fred glared at Raymond.

"Oh, oh, hehe. It's my fault, it's my fault. Let's go have a meal next to us, I'm in for a treat! for my best buddy." He put his arm around Fred's shoulders warmly.

Fred was depressed, but he couldn't help it. Running into Raymond was unplanned, and he thought he had already hitchhiked away.

And at the same time, inside the X base.

Dr. Coleman and Brigadier General Miloch had already chosen the first group to enter the Atlas, and it was the elite Miloch had selected, a team of ten.

"Doctor, the Alpha squad is ready, all of them are composed of LV3 ability wartime, equipped with exoskeleton armor, and carrying light and heavy weapons, a total of ten people team, ready!" The captain of the Alpha Squad is ready to go.

Dr. Coleman glanced at Team Alpha, then at Brigadier General Miloch and Representative Martin, and he gritted his teeth, "The Otherworldly Gate, open!"

PS: At the end of the month, tickets!