"The soul frequency band and spiritual force wavelength of all the people in this place have stabilized. Under the initial conditions, there are three groups of people who have a synchronization rate to pass the level, and there is the possibility of cultivating to become a giant god pilot. ”

When the man heard this, his mind relaxed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of his hanging heart, originally his psychological bottom line was at least one group, but now there are three groups, so he can explain to the military behind him.

He seemed to remember something again, and hurriedly asked, "I don't know which three groups?" ”

In his opinion, these few people who may become the pilots of the giant god soldiers should be singled out and cultivated separately, and the rest of the people can be released to other departments.

The army has eaten too many resources, and many official institutions are already struggling to function because of lack of resources. Some already have some vague dissatisfaction with the military.

"The sixth, eighth, and ninth, and finally the tenth group can be spared. Although their synchronization rate is not very high, their frequency band is similar to that of another student in the Imperial Capital, and I want the three of them to form a new hunter team. Professor Ann pointed his finger to his lower lip, pondering the viability of a three-person team.

The tenth group of avatars displayed on the screen are Monro and Wang Ying.

"Do you want to restart Project Storm?" Qi Wei was extremely sensitive, and when he heard what the three-person team remembered, he was also very surprised by this proposal. Storm Crimson is almost a scandal for the Huaxia Mecha. The clumsy performance in the battle with the tailed rat made the world have a contempt for Huaxia's self-developed giant god soldiers.

The Storm Project, which was originally favored by both the Imperial Capital and the Demon Capital, was put on hold, the experimental team was disbanded, a lot of preparation work originally made for the Storm model was wasted, and the experimental body was mothballed, waiting for the day when someone remembered them.

There was once an old professor who touched the prototype of Storm Red with infinite sadness and said that it was a good mecha, but we didn't do it well enough. That old professor is Professor An's father, Professor An.

Professor Ann has always taken this matter to heart, and now is an opportunity.

The battered Huaxia no longer has more resources and manpower to start the new Giant God Soldier project, but the front line is becoming more and more eager for the new Giant God Soldier. Taking this opportunity, Professor An submitted his own storm restart plan.

Demonstrating the importance of Storm Crimson in recovering the interior, he also persuaded many prestigious professors to endorse the report.

Although there is a lot of call for the restart of the storm plan, it is not without competitors.

In addition, the mass-produced giant god soldier proposed by Shaw Industries Group has also been supported by a considerable number of experts and scholars.

And the data they published showed that the cost of producing such a special model of Giant Soldier as Storm Crimson was enough to build three mass-produced Giant Soldiers. The three giant gods are enough to stabilize several important defense lines in the country, and now that there is no strong enemy, the attraction of the three giant gods to the military is very huge.

The high casualty figure has made the bigwigs in the military department very worried.

However, both sides have a fatal flaw, that is, there are too few Titan drivers with a qualified mental synchronization rate, and even the lowest-demand mass-produced third-generation Titan cannot currently assemble a sufficient number of drivers.

Each generation of Titan will get a qualitative leap forward, but the side effect is that it puts more pressure on the driver. If the driver of the second-generation Titan Soldier forcibly controls the third-generation Titan Soldier, it will be slow, unresponsive, or even unable to turn on some functions.

At present, the state spares resources to train every driver who is qualified in mental synchronization rate.

"The restart plan is already underway, but it is only a backup plan, and the military finally chose the Shaw production model. And the first-order hunters in the imperial capital base were all requisitioned by them. I'm sure they won't let it go, and the requisition order will probably come after my assessment. Professor Ann began to edit his final report in front of the computer.

Qi Wei had already expected this, and the three parties of Yangcheng, Pengcheng and Xiangjiang had joined forces to build a base for the giant god soldiers. The Shaw Brothers Group and the giant state-owned Geocentric Mecha Manufacturing Company jointly manufactured the first generation of mass-produced giant god soldiers, benchmarking the three generations of giant god soldiers in the United States.

The infrastructure construction has been completed, and Qi Wei has also visited it as one of the members of the inspection group of the Modu Military Region, and I have to say that the person who proposed this plan is really bold. She is trying to formulate her own manufacturing standards for the giant god armament industry to unify the development direction of various countries.

"You can report to the first three groups of people, but the last group is set by me, and they are not within the scope of the requisition order. You know what I mean. Professor An turned his head sideways to look at Qi Wei.

"Understood, understood!" Qi Wei felt a chill rush into his spine from the back of his spine, rushing all the way to the Tianling Gai, which scared him into a clever way, which also made him react to the fact that the slender and even somewhat thin woman in front of him was a B-level spiritual powerhouse. The slightest thought can pinch his existence to death.

No one noticed that Munro, who was sleeping below, moved his fingers slightly.

In the virtual pod filled with nerve junction fluid, Munro's soul took on an unusually active state, which was only the result of the stimulation of the virtual pod. He felt like he was out of his body and swimming in a dark ocean. There were also many other consciousnesses around, and Monro found Wang Ying's in them.

It was a small cluster of light, emitting a warm orange glow, and he instinctively approached, reaching out his illusory arm to touch the light.

Radiant Glory! After a moment of spatial distortion, Munro found himself on the streets of a city that were somewhat dilapidated and lined with buildings decades old. This should be an ordinary street in a small county town.

A few trucks and cars occasionally passed by on the street, and some students on the sidewalk who came home from school were running home, and some were attracted by the small snacks in the roadside shops, stopped and watched, and took out a five-cent coin for a long time, and looked at the shopkeeper pitifully.

The proprietress with curly hair stared at the TV next to her, and she didn't even look at the eyelids of the elementary school students on the side.

This seems to be Wang Ying's memory, but where is Wang Ying?

A few sobs came from the corner, and Munro followed the sound to find it, and saw a girl in a school uniform with a ponytail sitting in the corner crying, holding a junior high school math test paper in her hand, the bright red number of 57 points on it was very arrogant and occupied most of the paper, and red crosses appeared in all corners of the paper.

Munro squatted down and tried to touch the little girl's head, but was surprised to find that his palm went directly through the girl's head, and the extremely real little girl in front of him seemed to be a cloud of air.

Only then did he realize that he was just a spectator here, and Wang Ying did not give himself the right to modify her memory.