"Dr. McQueen, how about I have a good piece of information for you?"

Mike put on a white lab coat, rubber gloves, and goggles, and entered the laboratory.

"This is simply a genius experiment, if the data is not wrong, the human body can be transformed to reach hundreds of tons of human power."

"So, we need this."

Mike pulled out an image from a pile of papers. The picture shows a belt with a black and red wind tunnel in the middle of the blue belt.

The picture Mike took out was none other than the Typhoon belt. The purpose of this belt is to help the reformers maintain the stability of their sanity and strength. In addition, the enhanced person of the model transformation is disguised as an operator who relies on the belt to transform.

"Mr. Mike, I can do the rest of the genetic editing and splicing independently, but this belt."

McQueen pointed to the picture of the Typhoon belt on the table.

"This belt involves mass-energy conversion, and although it can be simulated using nanoworms, it is too energy-consuming, unless we can get Stark's reactor technology."

"Energy doesn't have to worry about it."

Mike shook his head, the most important thing that is attached to the existence of the main universe is energy. It's nothing more than that there is a price to use, but the cost of this kind of thing can be borne by others for you. This kind of exploit of contract loopholes is not something that is often done.

For example, the ancient one, the dervishes in Kathmandu were fanatical believers who voluntarily bear the price of casting spells for the Supreme Master.

"Dr. McQueen, I believe that with your abilities, you have learned enough about genetic modification and can start experimenting."

"Of course, I've started gene culture now, and according to the one-to-one gene culture you mentioned by Mike, I've mixed the volunteers' genes with the locust genes, and I'm cultivating the edited locusts."

"Volunteer is okay, right?"

"Rest assured, Mr. Mike, his life belongs to the Edinson family."

"Just in case."

Mike tossed the chip containing the Red Shoes program to Dr. McQueen.

"Red dancing shoes, you can avoid some accidents."

Unlike the program installed on the Sword Scorpion, the main function of this program is to control and detect. It will be implanted in the volunteer's brain, one is to add the volunteer's information processing ability, but to detect all the activities of the volunteer, once the volunteer's behavior is abnormal, the chip will release pulse signals to control the volunteer's action.

"Mr. Mike, what about energy?"

"Don't worry, I'll go see someone, and this problem will be solved when I come back."

Mike is talking about the Supreme Mage Ancient One, who guards the earth.

As for whether the Ancient One would be willing to cooperate with him, Mike wasn't so worried. Since Mike can grow up and still be alive and kicking up and down, it proves that the Ancient One Mage has no ill will towards him. Since there is no conflict between the two sides, it is also appropriate for him to pay a visit.

But before he can do that, he has to go see his lover, Avina.

Mike quietly pushed open the door to Avina's office. Avina who was working with her head down didn't notice who was coming in, thinking that it was Yuriko who sent the documents in.

"Yuriko, just put the documents on the table, and help me contact the person in charge of Factory 3, the FBI reported that some of the last batch of image shielding devices were damaged during the mission, and I hope we can reduce the device or strengthen the shell."

Avina, who hadn't heard a response for a while, looked up and saw Mike standing in the doorway.

"Mike!"

After seeing Mike, Avina jumped up from behind her desk, threw herself into Mike's arms, and hugged Mike tightly.

"Good work, Avina."

Mike's right hand gently touched Avina's hair, and his left hand wrapped around her.

Avina pressed her ears to Mike's chest, listening to the powerful heartbeat that came out of Mike's chest, the tip of her nose squinting happily at the scent emanating from Mike's body.

"In the future, just leave these things to them to do, you are the president, you just need to control the general direction, don't make yourself so tired, I will feel distressed if you are tired."

Avina, who was hugged by Mike, just nodded and didn't speak.

They just hugged quietly, easing the thoughts of a week of separation.

……

177A Brick Street.

This is where Mike is looking for.

According to the memories of the Origin Universe, the magic net node of the Mage Hermitage in New York is located in this location.

After lunch with Avina, Mike sets out on his own to find the mage's retreat.

Walking down Brick Street, Mike looked for the house numbers one by one, and sure enough, he found an unusual place.

It's a very inconspicuous building, very similar to the building next to it, and there is a layer of magic shrouded in it, which will make people subconsciously ignore this building, and the appearance is also a magic that affects people's vision.

The synergy of the two spells has transformed Building 177A on Brick Street into a true hidden mage stronghold.

"Eye of the Blood Wheel."

With Mike's soft snort, his eyes were occupied by blood red, and the black magatama spun rapidly in his eyes, eventually forming a windmill in the shape of an '*'.

As the pupil's power surged, the magic in front of him gradually lost its effect on Mike.

Looking at the antique building in front of him, Mike closed the eyes of the blood wheel, walked up the steps step by step, and pushed open the door of the New York Temple of the Mage Retreat.

The door slowly opened, and Mike stepped into the New York Temple, which, strangely, was empty.

Mike's brow furrowed slightly, and he had a bad premonition.

Someone has invaded the Mage Retreat!

Mike already had a bad speculation in mind, and the state of the New York Temple proved Mike's guess.

On the second floor, there were some marks from many impacts, scorching marks from high-temperature weapons, and even some blood on the ground.

However, except for a few broken magic item display cases, there seems to be not a single magic item preserved here.

And the sharp-eyed Mike also saw the magic cloak floating back and forth in the cabinet in the far hallway.

Mike took out the Emperor Drive from dimensional space and clasped it around his waist.

MIKE PULLED OUT HIBIKI'S CARD FROM THE CARD CASE AND INSERTED IT INTO THE DRIVER READER.

"KamenRide Hibiki" (Kamen Ride, Hibiki)

"Boom."

Fuchsia flames burst from Mike's body and enveloped him.

Mike slammed his arm, dispersing the flames around him.

Purple armor enveloped Mike. And behind Mike's belt, there is also a special weapon for the ringing ghost, the sound baton.

Mike walked forward step by step, aiming for a meeting room with three portals.