Forty-eight hours after the end of the Battle of Alaska, in a building somewhere in Geneva, Switzerland.

An old man with white hair lifted his glasses, looked at a document in his hand and said: "The data is still not ideal, the energy aggregation can last for eighteen minutes and six seconds, but the packaging material is ......

We have experimented with dozens of technologies such as ultra-low temperature, strong magnetic field, nano-polymerization, graphene, multilayer atomic membrane channel drainage, etc., but the results are not ideal.

Sitting on the sofa opposite the old man was a middle-aged man, who listened to these silently, pondered for a moment and said, "What about the S-P-S model I gave you?"

Why not give it a try?"

The white-haired old man replied respectfully: "I'm sorry, we can't understand the kind of model you said, and we haven't seen the symbols of those equations.

It's easy to radicalize materials into a plasma state, but how they form a stable and ordered field is something we can't do with existing technologies.

Your Excellency, you must have a solution. If you reveal a little bit more and relate those wonderful model equations to our crude formulas, that puzzle will be solved. ”

The middle-aged man took a puff of his cigar, sat up straight, leaned close to the old man's face, and said gloomily: "If I can find a way, what do I want you to do?"

A bunch of useless bugs!

There's still a lot more work to be done on this matter, how is the port plugging thing going?"

The old man said in a panic: "My lord, those things you provided, uh, we can only analyze thirteen percent of the material composition.

At present, on Earth, it is not possible to synthesize that kind of material that goes with the port.

Please forgive our ignorance and ignorance, my lord. ”

The middle-aged man took a deep breath of his cigar, and after a while, he exhaled a thick smoke, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes: "Professor Dalus, another five years have passed, and Lao Tzu has waited for you for five years in vain."

Next, you'd better tell me something glad about it, or else......

I wouldn't mind another batch of partners!"

The white-haired old man broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "My lord, listen to me, the 'G' project has made a major breakthrough!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he hurriedly put down the cigar in his hand and said eagerly, "How much has it reached?"

The old man smiled quite proudly: "Five thousandths of the speed of light!"

The middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa for a limp, and then asked, "What about the maximum acceleration time?"

The old man looked ashamed and whispered, "The calculated result is estimated to take two months and eighteen days. ”

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, his voice a little bitter: "Sure enough, these things can't be rushed."

You've worked hard, and if nothing else, go down. ”

When the old man heard this, he was immediately so excited that he burst into tears, and cried and said: "Thank you for your volume, it is our duty to do things for adults, and we will definitely work harder in the future."

My lord, there is one more thing, the God Butcher has just defeated the aliens, they should have seized some materials for alien civilizations, and they are all evolutionary life, maybe, through some channels, we can get some of the things we want from them. ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand, as if chasing flies, and said impatiently: "Fuck, you still need to tell me about such a trivial matter? ”

The white-haired old man bowed, hurriedly exited the room, and closed the door casually.

I don't know how long later, an empty voice sounded in the house: "This is the so-called scientist of this planet?"

It's been almost 100 years, and I can't even get the easiest port connection!

These monkeys, they're so stupid!"

The middle-aged man from before sighed faintly: "It's good for them to be able to do this."

You also know that you have to hide from that old guy secretly for all these years, you can't let go of anything, and you can't wear combat clothes when you meet rabbit feet. Without a combat uniform, you can't disguise it, and you have to dodge it in all sorts of ways.

Damn, the things that Lao Tzu almost forgot in his early years have now picked them up again.

You say, when have we ever been so?"

The voice also sighed: "Alas, there is no way, who let all the scientific officers in the regiment die at that time?"

How many of us are okay to fight and kill, but playing with our brains is not our thing. If I had known, I would have gone to some school to gild.

It's all to blame on that damn old guy, and I don't know what's wrong with my brain, so I somehow got into a fight with the God Butcher.

Alas, this conflict came too early, give us some time, coercion and temptation, and pull those academics into the gang, why worry about big things?

It's good now, it's really hard to ride a tiger!"

The middle-aged man said indignantly: "It's ridiculous, we are the guards."

Is that old guy nonsense? Guard, guard, he doesn't understand any word?

Our biggest advantage is that we are in the shadows, secretly monitoring the target's every move. Just toss the target, even if they jump into the sky, we can take it calmly.

Today, we are exposed to the eyes of the world, worse than rats crossing the street. The advantages established in the past, the forces that were secretly cultivated, are all gone.

But fortunately, at least in our hands, we still have some resources in our hands.

Now that old guy no longer cares about us, and wants us to let go, then I'm going to let the God Butcher have a good taste, our methods!"

The empty voice from earlier grinned, "Why aren't you worried at all?"

After all, they had just wiped out the Wave Squad not long ago. ”

The middle-aged man sneered: "Those poor fleshy feet are too weak, and it is not a pity to die."

In less than ten years, the God Butcher Group actually won two games in a row against us, which is actually exactly what I want!

Wait, when the time comes, see what we do......

Play the Dead God Slayer!"

......

Easter Island, South Pacific.

Femila's thin black man in disguise sat cross-legged in front of a small fire.

He added a stick of wood to the fire, and the flame dimmed and then rose up with a sporadic crackling sound.

The fireworks flickered, reflecting Femila's face.

Soon after, when the firewood was about to run out and the fire was faint again, Femira shook her head, took out a sphere about the size of a fist from her bosom, tapped it a few times, and said softly, "Wave, it's over." ”

After waiting in silence for nearly two hours, a deep voice came from the orb: "As expected.

The impurities in the Shadow Regiment are gone, and if the God Butcher Regiment is still at this level, if they encounter a few of them, they will definitely die.

Lord Commander, please allow your subordinates to give you a small suggestion.

If those few are smart enough, they will definitely get in touch privately, and then unite to deal with the God Butchers.

However, if Amani and Hate Water still go their separate ways, then you should pay attention at this time and beware of Hate Water!"

Femira was taken aback when she heard this, and hurriedly said to the ball, "Oh?

Nearly three hours later, a voice came from the ball: "Because of his determination and will!"

If the God Butcher encounters the hated water, it will surely fall apart.

The natives were unlucky, but it could affect our plans. That's why my subordinates specially reminded me.

Hate the water, his subordinates know a lot, and it is not difficult to break his game, it depends on whether the God Butcher Group understands what it is......

Sacrifice!"