"Anyway, the boss is too impulsive." Cheng Xiaoyuan's momentum weakened, and he said with some grievances, "He is the director of the research institute, and every time he makes him charge, he always feels that we are ...... It's useless. ”

Jiang Changhai sighed and shrugged his shoulders: "It's not just you, sometimes I also feel that the boss has taken on too many things." All along, in his eyes, we are probably better than dragging our feet, and we can be regarded as errands. There are some things that he thinks we can do, so he leaves them to us to share, and there are some things he thinks we can't do, so he doesn't say anything at all, and finishes it himself.

"Just like this time, he went to the place of the end battle, obviously premeditated, but he didn't mention a word to us. From the demolition of the slums, to the tower moving operation, to the awakening of the artificial mind 'Taling No. 1', he planned every step, but he always buried it in his heart, never explained it to us, and just casually threw a little chores to us.

"It wasn't until the end that we realized what he wanted to do."

Bella said quietly, "Maybe it's because we've misunderstood him for too long, he's used to it. ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly fell eerily silent.

As early as twelve years ago, when Yan Luge had just established the Blackstone Research Institute, there were no pollutants in this world, no supernatural powers, not even the slightest trace.

In that case, the boss was able to toss a well-organized research institute, and God knows how much effort it would take and how many people would have to bear the eyes.

The research department is required to study and analyze unheard of extraordinary topics, come up with inexplicable results, and then return them with even more inexplicable reasons; The Ministry of Intelligence is required to operate according to the standards of a professional intelligence department, but the object of intelligence collection is myths and legends that make people speechless; The team is required to benchmark against the best military organizations, but each mission is aimed at either professional fraudsters or PS experts.

In such a situation, it is impossible to have no grievances, and there are those who secretly say that the second generation of Yanlu Gefu has nothing to do, and there are also those who scold him for being psychotic and paranoid...... Even the heads of several core departments complained no less.

It wasn't until the day the Reiki Resurrection deity came, and all doubts vanished, that they realized how precious the knowledge that had been treated as a joke was.

"Yes, it's been like that since a long time ago. No one has ever understood him, and he has never had the luxury of understanding, he has always silently resisted everything, and we ...... It was us who was wrong. Cheng Xiaoyuan's tone was low, and he was a little lost.

"No, I think the boss still wants us to understand him." Yu Chen interjected, this time it was not to raise the bar with Cheng Xiaoyuan on a daily basis, "Have you seen that bounty post on the intranet community?"

"What "On the Cause and Effect of the Demolition of the Akkadian Slums and the Activation of the Tower of Babel into the Land of the Final Battle of the Godslayers", what bounty makes you guess what the boss thinks, like a joke. Although he never said it, deep down, he probably still wanted to find someone who could understand him.

"Our director is actually a very lonely person."

……

Yan Luge, who is very lonely in his heart, doesn't know what his image has been made up by his subordinates after he dodged and ran away.

Otherwise, he will definitely say: you think too much.

will be made up by the brain so many dramas, half of which is the pot of the broken system, and the other half is ...... Well, he's probably half the responsibility himself.

The temperament of the words and songs, if it sounds good, it is called maverick, and if it is ugly, it is called not taking others in the eyes at all.

There are some things he doesn't explain, he just doesn't think there's anything to say.

His beliefs and will never need to be based on the approval of others.

The composition of the Blackstone Research Institute has been mixed since its inception, some have defected for huge salaries, some have been pinched by Yan Luge and have to work for him, and some have been forced to work by him when he sneaked out of prison and put a knife on his neck......

Yan Luge doesn't care what these people think, as long as they obediently get rid of their work.

scolded him behind his back...... Then scold.

Yan Luge is unexpectedly magnanimous at this point, as long as he completes the work he assigned on time and with good quality, he pretends not to see how he scolds him and complains about him behind his back-the pseudo-anonymous spit post that once questioned him is still hanging in the intranet community, although it has now sunk silently and become everyone's black history.

Except for posting a "hehe" group to mock everyone, he really didn't get angry because of this kind of thing.

Anyway, these defeated dogs only dare to be a few times when they are anonymous, and who dares to speak up in front of him, they don't have to be resigned.

At this moment, the song of words and rhythms is in the process of jumping in time and space.

Everywhere he looked, there was a bottomless darkness, like the deepest sea or the darkest deep space. And his body, hanging above the void, has no support under his feet, but miraculously does not fall.

Yan Luge didn't move, just stood honestly, motionless, and didn't make a dead gesture such as "jumping on the spot a few times" or "reaching out to touch the void".

Because he knows very well that the essence of space jumping is actually the space cutting derived from the space angle technology, that is, the space of the original space-time and space is cut down with the jumper, and moved to other places through the four-dimensional void above the three-dimensional.

As for the amount of space to be cut, whether to cut the space the size of a house or cut a circle close to your body by one centimeter depends on the skill and mood of the builder of the space jumping device.

If it's the former, then it doesn't matter how you run and roll around the room.

If it's the latter, raise your hand in the middle of the jump, and your hand will go straight into the void and be shattered. Jump in place and your head will enter the void and be shattered.

Unless you are a big guy who can use your physical body to resist the turbulence of the void, please don't move around in the process of space jumping—this is the first consensus of the low-level transcendents in the later generations.

And don't make space jumps with brothers who don't know, don't know, have a grudge, have a conflict of interest, and have a crush on your girlfriend, just in case they suddenly push you - this is the second consensus of the low-level transcendents in the later world.

I don't know how the god killer cuts the space, but according to the law of "the smaller the space is cut, the less energy is consumed by jumping", it is estimated that it will not be too big, and it is easy to trigger the debuff of reaching out and breaking hands and stretching out feet and breaking feet.

So Yanluge is honest all the way.

The time of the space jump is not too short, nor is it too long.

When the bottom of his heart reached the 15th second, Yanluge saw the light again.

The darkness in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Yan Luge was thrown into a new large space along with the small space around him.

The feeling of stepping on the ground came again, and Yan Luge jumped up and jumped to the side at the first moment he landed.

Where he had been standing, a black shadow covered with spikes suddenly slammed down, and countless spikes pierced deep into the ground.