In a ruined factory.

Everywhere there were abandoned machines, and all kinds of weeds in them were half a man tall.

At first glance, you can tell that this place has been deserted and inhabited for many years.

But somewhere behind the clutter is a bright metal door, and inside the door is an open space.

This is a biochemical room, with biochemical machines in every corner, and transparent glass barrels containing the kind of humanoid objects covered in green, and you can tell what evil it is at a glance.

And in front of those computer machines, there are a few people wearing white coats and masks silently tinkering with their work.

These people are like puppets, as if all they have in their minds is work.

There is only one person, the Japanese.

is a Japanese samurai, wearing a white samurai uniform, accompanied by a long sword at his waist, about forty years old, 1.6 meters tall, looks very short, but looks very arrogant.

The man held the saber at his waist and kept patrolling.

At this moment, the sound of the alarm suddenly remembered in the room, and the staff continued their work as if they had not heard, while the Japanese samurai quickly became vigilant.

With a click, he pulled out the long sword slightly, and his expression quickly became vigilant, and then he hurriedly came to the monitoring screen, and after seeing the person standing at the door, his expression relaxed slightly.

Then he waved his hand, and then the heavy iron door of the real yàn room buzzed open, as if the door had not been opened for a long time, and when it opened, the sound was like a dusty old clock buzzing in this real yàn room.

Then the man came in, wearing the clothes of a normal workplace manager, a suit and tie, but the man was wearing a mask, as if he didn't want to show his appearance.

"Your Excellency, long time no see. The Japanese samurai bowed slightly and said hello, but he still looked so arrogant.

"Is it okay?" the man seemed to use a voice changer, and his voice sounded very deep and muffled.

"Hmm. The Japanese samurai nodded, "Don't you Huaxia have a saying, the safest place is only the most dangerous place, and this place is very good, better than any place before." ”

"That's good. The mask man nodded, "Prepare, send me some additional manpower, tomorrow the Shura Sword will be born, I need people."

Avatar above. ”

"Above the gods?" the Japanese samurai frowned, "It's a little difficult, are there still so many powerful enemies?" ”

"Yes, there are a lot of powerful enemies. The masked man nodded almost without thinking about it, and then added, "But I'll find a way to solve one of them."

But even so, the other enemies should not be underestimated. ”

"Okay, since that's the case, then I'll give you those two real yàn bodies that are about to succeed, and their strength is above the middle stage of the transformation of gods. When the Japanese samurai heard the man in the mask say this, he thought for a while, then gritted his teeth, and finally said.

"That's the best. Don't worry, I won't do you any wrong. ”

"I believe in you, the Empire's friendliest friend. At that time, as long as you can get the Shura Sword, it will be one step closer to the resurrection of our imperial god of war, and if my empire can unify Central Asia, you will be the greatest hero. ”

"Hehe, thank you in advance. The masked man smiled.