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No matter what direction you extend from, forward or backward, you will get exactly the same end point.

Wen Qian also stood by the window, wearing a special dress and robe made by the club, and the mask that covered him completely concealed his identity. He was in the room of the presidential stand all the time.

The supernatural guidance theory allows him to easily deceive the human visual senses. He disguised himself as a member of the president's team and followed Lee Hye-geun's footsteps here.

How could he have missed such a good show?

Shh

The beast is still wreaking havoc.

The virus in the fangs and teeth spreads through blood, and Wen Qian also guides Qiu Yashan to make her just bite, not a slaughter like eating. As a result, most of the people in the room survived.

Only a few unlucky ghosts, who were also specially given up by Wen Qianyi, died under the attack of Qiu Yashan.

It is impossible for certain Koreaists to stay.

From the height of meekness, nationalism is just a weapon. An effective weapon used to unite and divide a part. It is also a little trick that makes him interested, and in the deepest part of his heart, he actually doesn't care about the rise and fall of any nation.

But playing games is always a matter of preference, and there will always be preferences for factions, characters, and classes.

He wants to speed up the pace of the rise of the Chinese nation.

There is nothing wrong with this choice, and the Chinese nation accounts for one-fifth of the world's total population. If the earth is compared to a parliament, then Huaguo is the largest opposition party.

But Wen Qian also needs some helpers similar to worker bees to help him wake up the whole world and move in the direction he has set, and nearby South Korea becomes his target.

In a small room, all the major political members of the current Blue House government gathered.

If it weren't for the invitation of Samsung Group, it would be difficult for Wen Qian to put this group of people together so completely.

He was curious: "After tonight, there are still 3 days before the game in the House of Representatives." What kind of choices will a presidential palace made entirely of vampires make at the last minute? ”

Qiu Yashan was so tired that she was by the wall.

The smell of blood wafted through the room.

Many people just lost the strength to struggle and did not fall into a coma due to excessive blood loss. When Qiu Yashan stopped his crazy behavior, there were still people secretly rejoicing that he would not die.

There are even people who are planning to put Qiu Yashan in the tightest laboratory as soon as they escape from here, this is a precious awakened individual.

No one could see Wen Qianyi standing by the window.

Wen Qian also glanced at the silver-white mechanical watch on his wrist. His brain's estimation of time is comparable to that of an atomic clock, but he prefers to see it with his eyes.

"In another 10 minutes, the virus will work......"

He set a countdown timer to his watch, then looked up at the center of the auditorium.

In fact, Wen Qian is also very curious, what is the extent of the research of this group of Koreans? The omnipotent cyber intrusion did not have much effect, and the most top-secret areas were almost 100% physically isolated.

The X virus originates from the core body.

This is a power beyond the grasp of SOM17, and it is also something that is not fully controllable by the few gentlemen.

He once shared his core thinking, and vaguely understood what a bizarre and strange existence this was. First of all, it's certainly not a SOM17 spacecraft, and it doesn't have to be an alien creation.

Wen Qian also hopes that SOM17 will wake up as soon as possible and answer his doubts.

This awkward alien life is the only ...... "person" who can read Wen Qianyi's heart.

"It's so lonely."

Outside the window, boiling applause rang out again.

Around the operating table, the assistants began to move some used experimental instruments down one after another, revealing the old man lying on the operating table.

The old man had his eyes closed, and his breathing was a little rapid.

A lot of white coats surrounded a young man. Wen Qian also knew this group of middle-aged and elderly people who resembled assistants, all of whom could find their names in the classification of human experts in the memory bank.

But all those who are valuable to human society, Wen Qian will also choose to record them and avoid harm as much as possible.

This group of experts almost represents the highest level of the pyramid in the field of biological research in South Korea, and what kind of person can get such a treatment surrounded by stars, which makes Wen Qian also a little curious.

He didn't know the young man on the operating table who was clearly the backbone.

The first impression of this young man on Wen Qianyi was very good, observing from the temperament, gentle and kind, but also tenacious and decisive. Wen Qian also thinks that he has an accurate eye for people.

The position on the operating table is enough to prove the level of intelligence and knowledge of young people.

If possible, Wen Qian would also like to make friends with such people.

He didn't want to develop the real genius of mankind into a worker bee, his goal was not to become a dictatorship, if it was just to become the richest man or rule the world, Wen Qian would not have chosen such a difficult and difficult path at all.

If self-sacrifice can be exchanged for the ultimate state, Wen Qian will not be stingy with his life.

Wen Qian also shook his head and smiled.

"The secret of being able to crack the X virus...... It's amazing. The progress of the Astral Council is not too good. Worker bees have lost much of their self-thinking and creativity, they are the best producers, but they don't become great leaders. ”

There were fewer and fewer people standing around the operating table, and the operation was in the final stages.

"The curtain will be lifted soon, and a miracle is about to be born on the soil of the Republic of Korea!"

Wen Qian also raised his head, and followed the sound to see a protruding high platform. He knew that the middle-aged man led by him was known as Mr. Zheng to the outside world, and he was also one of the important managers of the Samsung Group, with the greatest power outside the Li family.

The last South Korean president, Park Bo-myung, died at the hands of this man.

Time flies.

Jingle Bell -

Wen Qianyi's mechanical watch heard the prompt sound of the 10-minute countdown completed,

"Uhhh

He turned around and looked at the many politicians who were struggling in pain on the carpet. They scratched at what they could touch, their mouths open and let out meaningless roars, their teeth exposed, their pupils constricted, and a hint of scarlet.

Some people breathe weakly and don't seem to be remodeling well. Wen Qian also took out the prepared energy potion from his bosom and injected it into their bodies.

He was like an attentive nurse welcoming the new life of this group of people.

"Oh, this fangs seem to be a little crooked?"

"The color of the pupils is wrong, and the color difference is bad."

"The fibrosis of the muscles is too slow, and we need to add a little more virus to promote ......," he looked at Cho Yashan.

Cho Yasun was deeply asleep against the wall, curled up like a baby, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth. The sharp nails of the fingers disappeared, and the face became ruddy, as if it had returned to the appearance of a normal person.

"He's awake!" The exclamation outside the window attracted Wen Qian as well.

The séance is complete.