A scientist in a white lab coat suddenly looked up from the instrument, and he seemed to smell something that excited him.

He was not young anymore, and his hairline had run to the back of his head, revealing a forehead like an ostrich dome. He was already blind in his left eye, and he had an electronic eye in it, and the machine still made the sound of the components rubbing when focusing. He had some rickets on his back, his clothes were sloppy, his trouser legs and cuffs were never rolled up, and his collar was always crumpled. However, none of this prevents him from always holding his head high in high spirits, as if he had an inexhaustible enthusiasm for research.

Even at this age, when he operated the experimental equipment, his fingers flew like playing a piano, and he was more than those young assistants. He seems to be one such person, born specifically for scientific research.

He used to be a respected expert in the industry.

But that's just for the time.

However, here, he can enjoy the treatment of the past, because no one dares to disrespect him, after all, he is the person valued by the boss.

"I always feel like it's a reaction at Test Point 8 just now?"

He narrowed his eyes at the big screen and lifted the monocle that looked like the bottom of a wine bottle resting on the bridge of his nose. The bottom edge of the glasses had been broken a long time ago, but he was still using them because his vision in his right eye was also very bad.

When to gouge out the right eye, also install an electronic eye.

He's had that idea for a long time.

He didn't feel free, though. He spent nearly twenty hours a day in the lab, and even then, he didn't feel like it was enough.

"Report Dr. Frank, we just didn't activate any of the test points." The young assistant beside him replied.

"No, no, no, it's too lax." The scientist known as "Dr. Frank" held up a finger and shook it, "If you look closely at the waveform, it just jumped for about five seconds. He climbed onto the table, grabbed the screen, and put his face on it so he could see better.

"That's right! That's it! Test point No. 8 just fluctuated abnormally by 6.78 seconds! That's great! Big Discovery! ”

Dr. Frank burst into cheers.

The assistants next to them looked at each other, obviously not understanding what a big discovery this was.

Frank crouched down and poked his hand at the nearest assistant's head. "You guys should start your egg braincase and think about it, there is no human remote control, so why does it fluctuate? Why! ”

"That's someone interfering there! The sleep state of the test point is broken, and it is semi-activated! Dr. Frank asked himself, "What is the distraction?" Electromagnetism, sound waves, or soul resonance! ”

He stood up again, with his arms outstretched, and his voice was high-pitched, like a dramatist, and this table was his stage.

However, he obviously used too much force, forgetting that he still had a few test tubes in his hands, and the viscous blood-like liquid in the test tubes was spilled by him. The assistants scattered and hurriedly dodged.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Dr. Frank got off the table and casually dropped the tubes into the waste instrument box.

An assistant reminded loudly: "Doctor, aren't these samples tested......

"Testing? Why Test? Dr. Frank leaned up to him, his eyes wide, and it was really scary to look at his mechanical eye so closely.

"Well, you still don't get what I mean. It seems that this pleasure can only be enjoyed by me. Dr. Frank shook his head and began to speak in circles again, "Soul resonance!" What level of soul can resonate with the test point? B? A? Or is it S?

"Neither! It's all low-level! Unwise! Only God! Only at the level of God can it infect all this!

"God? Who is God? Is there really a God in this world?

"Exist! It must exist! I've made gods with my own hands! But my most perfect work, just one last step, has a blonde kid messing it all up!

"The god who loses his light will either be destroyed in the sun or fall into the dark hell!

"God is back! Is it my most perfect work? Is this real? Fast! Find out the source of the influence! I want to see it with my own eyes! ”

He's giving his crazy speech to himself again, which no one understands.

The assistants opened the instrument with trepidation and began to analyze, although they could not understand anything, but they still knew how to do what was called.

If you slow down, I don't know what kind of punishment you will receive.

After a while, the results came out.

"It seems to be just a simple electromagnetic disturbance...... The cause seems to have been that someone accidentally dropped the terminal on it...... "The researcher's voice was very quiet, apparently afraid to hit the doctor.

"Impossible! How could the energy of the terminal be so great! ”

Frank kicked the researcher away, dominating the screen himself, and pressed his eyes to it.

If this is really the case, a tragedy caused by a terminal.

When the terminal is placed on the test point, the non-confidential information in the terminal has been completely read. The owner of the terminal is called Carl, and a student who looks at the photo thinks he is stupid.

Dr. Frank was disappointed: "Isn't that who?" No, it's not my work! Sure enough, my work has been completely destroyed! Are all my expectations illusory? ”

He didn't give up and adjusted the surveillance video around that time period to watch. The boss had given him enough permission to dispose of the information at will.

He didn't believe it! He hadn't seen the crumbs of that work destroyed with his own eyes, and he wouldn't have believed that the most perfect work he had put so much effort into had been completely destroyed! He is still holding such stubborn luck!

His most perfect work! It's just that with any bit of news, he has to find it!

No. No. No.

There wasn't a single picture of the object that drove him crazy.

Even if there is always some indescribable sense of disobedience in these images, this is the truth.

After so many years, the hope that was finally rekindled has been shattered again. Dr. Frank slumped in his chair.

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"I don't think that's normal." Wells suddenly spoke, "How long has it been since Zero has gone berserk?" ”

"I don't know." Ray spread his hands. He really didn't know, because he had never been a steward, how could he remember so much.

Wells flipped through the records and said with certainty, "He hasn't been violent since that incident." ”

Ray understood what he meant: "So, you're saying that there's something else going on behind this?" ”

Wells nodded, his expression becoming more and more serious. This is not a trivial matter, and there are still people who can make small moves under their noses, and Eden's global surveillance network is unaware of it.

It's horrible. Wells originally thought that their deployment after so many years had finally reached the most complete point, but now it seems that it is far from enough. They have only touched the tip of the iceberg.

Moreover, this involves the No. 0 surveillance target, and the danger that may be hidden behind it is too great for them to afford.

Something seems to be starting to surface.

"Investigation, must be investigated." Wells's voice was cold, and there was no room for question.

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The whistle sounded in unison on the huge training ground, and the supervisors scattered around the field with their hands behind their backs, intently monitoring the movements of all the trainees on the field.

"One minute left for the three-kilometer warm-up! If you don't meet the standard, you will be fined 100 push-ups later! ”

As soon as they heard this kind of rebuke, all those who did not reach the finish line instantly sped up. Even though their physical strength is close to the limit, their legs and feet are heavy, as if they are no longer part of their body.

However, this is just a warm-up.

"It's too slow!" Capa stood at the finish line with a serious expression. He was the captain of this team and the first to reach the finish line.

"Jota!" At the finish line, Nishi shouted her brother's name, and there wasn't much time left!

Jota finally crashed headfirst to the finish line, gasping for breath and lying on the ground unable to move, unable to squeeze out a word at the moment. However, fortunately, I finally passed, although by the time I reached the line, there were only two seconds left.

However, the teaching assistant's rebuke came down again: "Who allowed you to lie on the ground? Stand up for me! ”

In desperation, Jota struggled to get up.

"Don't help him!" The assistant teacher slammed down on West who was about to take a hand.

On the other side, the last-placed Ipsilon had just crossed the finish line. His physical fitness has always been the worst, and he is also the only one in this group who does not meet the standard.

"No more...... It really doesn't work......" He fell to his knees, his calves cramping wildly.

The teaching assistant showed no mercy at all, and went straight up with a kick. "Like a, hurry up and get me up! Plus a hundred push-ups! ”

Ipsilon was kicked and collapsed to the ground, and if it weren't for the fact that his chest was still heaving violently, it would have been no different from death.

Sigmar, who was on the same team, whispered to Ipsilon, "Hurry up!" ”

Who knows what the consequences will be if you anger the instructors?

It's not that Ipsilon doesn't know this truth, it's just that he just tried his best to support his body, and immediately collapsed again. He really didn't have any strength to stand up anymore.

This is the Libra Military School, which is located in the first district of the global political center. This is a military school built with direct investment from the Libra Council to train the best military personnel in the world. All of the students here are active military personnel, some have even been promoted to officers, and they also participate in missions as serious soldiers, and they share a common allegiance to the Libra Council.

The school is governed by a twelve-year hellish closed training, and all student servicemen are selected from their peers at an early age, and they undergo strict and special military training from childhood until adulthood. It can be said that they were born to be soldiers.

Those who can go out of here are those who can make a name for themselves in the military world as soon as they graduate.