The crowd walked into the institute in silence. Most of the people here still don't understand why a good meeting is not held in the ink house, but choose such a remote research institute.

Dismounted? Kill the wrestle? Hongmen Banquet? People who come from the shadows will always use malice to guess affairs, and after brain processing, one conspiracy after another will be freshly revealed, and the most pessimistic even think that they will become research material for Dr. Spyn.

However, loyalty is something imprinted in the bones of Qingwei, especially those hereditary Qingwei, more than 200 years of dormancy is definitely a heavy shackle, so that sacrifice and betrayal have become a lesson that every Qingwei has to learn, they have to use it, and they will not escape when it is their turn.

In contrast, Toruń's camp was the most relaxed, and Eth's judgment on the content of the meeting had already been conveyed, and it was unbelievable to be believed. Ling Tong's camp is not dull, the theme of this meeting is discussed, it can be regarded as a unified thought, believe it or not, at least there is a reason for self-comfort. Miro himself is very stable, even if he doesn't know what is in this institute, he will not panic with his knowledge of Fanol, but such a reason is not enough for outsiders, so most of his worries are focused on these people. After the adults made it clear that they had no intention of fighting, we insisted on pushing it, so the adults didn't want to take us people, right?

The white coats rushing to and fro on both sides of the lab were all the time, and the lab was always working, and it was quite busy.

After a hellish corridor and through the famous Holy Grail Project research room, everyone is ushered into a huge conference room, where Fanor and Dr. Spin whisper and laugh in their heads. Hearing the door open and the laughter stopped, Fanol straightened his seat and sat up.

"Sit down, no one is going to kill you."

With just one sentence, the vivid Fanor returned to everyone's hearts.

……

The scenery of a pool of mirrors is still there, but Hu Er's heart has become a cold place where the sun can't shine.

Issie was still talking to herself, and she didn't seem to care if anyone was listening.

"This meeting was quirky. First of all, the time was strange, except for the First Group Army, the other units of the six major group armies were less than 70 percent fully equipped, and they did not have the conditions for starting a war. The second is the location is strange, what can't you say in the ink house, you have to choose such a deserted research institute, adults to intercept your convoy, not so much that I instigated, but that this site instigated. The third is the identity of the convener, Lord Fanor should have convened the Qingwei Conference, but for the whole 20 years, the head of the Qingwei has been the great will of the imaginary son, why is he the only one who justifies his name for this meeting? Yi Si took a sip of wine, the cold wine syrup crossed his throat and brought a hint of coolness, but when it fell into his stomach, a fire ignited, "Say it is to unify thoughts, what kind of unified thoughts?" Can I understand from this point of view, seeing that the two factions of you and I are fighting more and more fiercely, and his sense of existence as a legitimate leader is getting lower and lower, and I will use this meeting to deepen the impression of the Qingwei, who is the real family member? ”

"Looks like you're going to find out what this meeting is about." Hu Er smiled, trying to make himself appear calm, this is a negotiation, the more in-depth, the more he discovers the value and significance of this negotiation, and he will never allow himself to fall behind because of his mental shock.

"It's not a great secret, as long as you want to, you can also find out, Spin Lab's sense of secrecy within Qingwei is extremely weak. It was a new technology, enough to wipe out the advantages of the Futu Legion, and according to this news, I had even predicted the tactics of Lord Fanor. ”

……

This is the first time that Qingwei has not used a round table to set up the venue, and Fanol sits high in the main seat. On the left side is the head of the Arisbin, the second seat Huer is vacant, followed by the leaders of the Qingwei of the four divisions of Africa, America, China, and the Caucasus, the Maori division is absent, and then the commander of the 123 armies. On the right side, Li Dajiang is the first, Ling Tong is second, Toruń again, Miro is the fourth, Amulo occupies the fifth, the unexpected Park Tianhui sits in the sixth, and behind is Maddie, who has won both Warsaw and Tsushima Beach, the eighth seat is Pumotibaburu, the commander of the Fourth Army of the Vientiane Military Region and the commander of the Fifth Army of the Tarim Military Region are the ninth and tenth seats, and the commander of the Sixth Army stationed in Greenwich sits at the bottom.

The ranking of a few seats has exhausted the strength and weakness of the Qingwei, which has never been done before, the venue is quiet, and everyone can feel the breathless dominance of Fanol, he is the king of the Qingwei, and he has always been.

"This is the first plenary meeting in the history of the Qingwei, and it will probably be the last, there are two people who are absent, one can't come, and the other has something to do." Fanor's eyes glanced blankly at Ling Tong, and Ling Tong hurriedly sat upright. The same reason can be used to prevaricate Li Dajiang, but in front of Fanor, he can't say a word, this man is hiding in the shadows, except for the pair of eyes, he can't see anything clearly, Ling Tong felt the majesty of Fanoer for the first time, that kind of real, demonic majesty.

"From the day it was founded, Qingwei was destined to be an organization hiding in the shadows, and its mission was to destroy the inherent order of this world. Our ancestors succeeded once, and we are doing it a second time, and we are almost successful. I chose this time to convene such a meeting to let you know how to succeed and what to do when we succeed. ”

No one should respond, everyone is listening quietly, and Fanol doesn't need others to respond, this is his Qingwei.

"First of all, Qingwei will not turn to the bright place." Fanol looked at Miro, Miro's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but when he came to his mouth, he couldn't even sigh, "We are about to establish a great unified government, this is the ideal of the Great Will." No one knows how long the ideal country will last, and the mission of Qingwei will not stop, when the ideal country ends, it is when Qingwei is resurrected, we were born in the night, and we are the night. ”

Sighs came and went, Fanol's statement was a huge blow to conservatives, who had just been cut in half because of the confidence built up by the director of Fanol's book, and no one could stand such a psychological gap.

"Ling Tong, how is the progress of the equipment of the six major group armies?"

"The First Army is fully equipped, the Second to Fourth Army is 70 percent, the Fifth Army is 50 percent, and the Sixth Army is 30 percent.

"How's the show?"

"Never slacking off." Ling Tong replied solemnly. In fact, Fanor had all this information, and he asked it not because he wanted to know, but because not all of them in the room knew about it.

"Dr. Spinn, what's the Holy Grail Project?"

"Two Grail dolls, Karachev and Sean Gru."

"What about the Saints Project?" Fanor's seemingly unintentional question led to a completely unfamiliar word, the Saint Project, it sounds like it is related to the Holy Grail Project, Fanor will not be untargeted, since he is asked here, it is naturally already in the practical stage.

"There are 45,000 soldiers of the Ark Legion, and 13,437 have succeeded, including 2,614 second-order forces." Dr. Spinn's face flushed, both the Saint and the Holy Grail were his children, and these two alone seemed to him enough to surpass Su Zhi and become the greatest genetic magician of modern times.

The conference room was in an uproar, and everyone wanted to know the actual situation of the Saints' plan, and the Ark soldiers were killed, and such a big event did not cause any backlash, and no news came out.

Fanol's fingers tapped lightly on the table, and for some reason, the hollow tapping sound was infinitely amplified in people's ears, and the sound was like thunder: "Dr. Spinn, tell me about the Saints Project." ”

"Yes." Spin stood up and clicked on the projection, and in an instant, a series of data and several character models floated above the conference room, and the room returned to silence again, leaving only Spin's voice, "The Saints Project is a new human modification technology formed by combining the genetic stabilization technology of the Holy Grail Project and the gene extraction technology of the sand beasts of the original Ark March Project. We know from the Holy Grail Project that the transformation of the Capable destroys the brain, so we gave up the Ability and focused on physical functions. ”

"What's the difference between this and martial arts surgery?" As the highest-ranking martial artist present, Miro was the first to ask.

"The Saints program is more brutal and more efficient. What's more important is that the saints plan to make consumables, and the warriors operate to make art. Spin replied without hesitation.

"Be detailed." Miró was extremely dissatisfied with this abstract expression, Spin had gone mad, he was hardly a serious scientist, and he had already regarded himself as a great man.

"25% success rate, 5% second-order rate, 3-year lifespan, 7-person group, more bloodthirsty, more brutal, more fearless, simpler-minded, can only receive special audio commands, the most efficient killing machine. The most important thing is that the Saint Project does not require talent, and anyone can process it, so our efficiency is incomparable to that of the martial arts surgery. "Every more, Dr. Spin's breath is a little stronger, every time he changes, his eyes are crazy, the largest in China to rely on the Futu army has become a joke in front of the saints, endless consumption, Futu has been destined to become history.

"You're going to hell......" Miro muttered to himself, not daring to look at the pictures and texts floating in the sky.

"We already know the specifics." Fanol regained control of the conference, "We are burdened with the expectation of a great will, and remember that the Qingwei has nothing to do with good or evil, only with a mission. ”

"All for the Great Will." For the first time, a uniform announcement sounded in the conference room.