There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"Using the sky as a transit point?"

"We don't know the specific concepts and design principles. You know, we're not in scientific research after all. This isn't our strong point."

Shrugging his shoulders, the Tin Man expressed his helplessness.

He's good at gathering intelligence, but he's clueless when it comes to scientific research.

He hated these complicated questions.

"No, that's it."

Unexpectedly, Saria shook her head and reached out to stop the Tin Man from turning off the computer.

"Using the sky as a transit point, we can focus or redirect massive amounts of energy, thereby achieving powerful strikes from extremely long distances."

With just one glance, Sariah saw what Christen was thinking.

This is similar to the principle of the Shard, both are targeted strikes, but this is more convenient and faster.

After all, the generation of natural disasters takes time, but the gathering of energy does not, it only requires a button.

more importantly...

This weapon is in the hands of Colombia!

"In theory, this is possible, but..."

Will Christen really help the military research this thing?

At this moment, even Saria, who knew Christen very well, began to doubt.

Things...seem to be a little different.

.........

Tremont, city center, municipal building.

In the empty corridor, a middle-aged man in military uniform was pacing back and forth. He raised his hand from time to time to look at the time on his watch, his brows full of anxiety.

Suddenly, the tightly closed door at the side opened, and a young Liberi walked out.

Dressed in a suit and tie, he approached the soldier and said respectfully, "The Vice President has finished his business. You may come in now, Colonel."

"Ok."

After half an hour of waiting, the soldier was eager to go back, but there was no way because his purpose of coming here had not been achieved.

Nodding to indicate that he understood, the soldier quickly walked into the room and closed the door.

The sound of the door closing was a bit loud and it "disturbed" another person in the room.

"Colonel, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for half an hour."

The old man with white hair and beard stood up and walked over, but the words he said made the soldier stunned for a moment.

But he immediately reacted and shook his head hurriedly: "I'm the one who should be sorry, Mr. Vice President. Your schedule in Tremont was very full, and I dropped by unexpectedly. Secretary Pawar said you canceled a meeting at the last minute because of this."

Soldiers have always been straightforward in their way of thinking, and he is no exception. Even his way of building relationships is so blunt.

"Your reaction to what happened in District 13 was swift... but also intense."

The Vice President raised his head, and his sharp eyes, which were inconsistent with his age, made the battle-hardened colonel feel extremely pressured.

Like a mountain.

At the same time, the feathered beast standing on the vice president's shoulder like a toy slowly raised its head.

"Goo~"

The feathered beast tilted its head, looking adorable and silly, but for some reason, the soldier felt an even stronger pressure pressing down on him.

He gritted his teeth and spoke under pressure, "You just gave an inspiring speech in District 13. The changes in District 13 happened at a very inopportune time."

In other words, it needs to be suppressed promptly with thundering means!

The explanation was pale, but it was the best he could come up with at the moment.

There was no shirking of responsibility, no bickering, no framing, only telling the truth.

After so many years in the army, anyone who can sit in this position is not a fool.

He was confident that he could hide it from others, including the Vice President in front of him.

But...the truth will eventually come to light. When the truth is revealed, he will only be faced with a tragic reckoning!

Maybe tomorrow...

Or it may never come.

Volume 9: Chapter 28: Yara Booker Wilson

"It seems that this matter is also a big trouble for you."

Pulling out the prepared chair, the vice president sat down leisurely, then raised his hand to the colonel who was bowing.

"please."

"Don't dare!"

The flattered colonel pulled out his chair stiffly and waited for his "trial".

But the Vice President did not speak. He just looked out the window, at the street scene, at the passers-by, at the...

Colombia.

"What I mean is that the Horizon Arc Light Project shouldn't be released to the public so quickly. This will lead to some unforeseen consequences."

After thinking for a long time, the colonel came up with a reasonable explanation.

Now that Christen is missing, the Horizon Arc Light Project has been temporarily put on hold.

In this era where every second counts, if they expose their weaknesses, they will face a heavy blow!

Although the leader of the project has disappeared, this does not prevent other countries from being jealous of the current results of this research, which means a technological means sufficient to carry out cross-border strikes.

By then, spies and secret agents from various countries will emerge in large numbers, and he gets a headache just thinking about it.

You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no way to prevent a thief for a thousand days.

"Therefore, I hope you will cancel your upcoming trips. We will also deal with these incidents as soon as possible, I promise."

While making the promise, the colonel also stated his purpose.

If the vice president stays here all the time, it will inevitably attract some other attention, which will greatly increase the possibility of exposure.

But if he leaves, he is sure to solve everything!!!

Some methods are not convenient to put on the stage.

"Colonel, I understand your demands..."

The Vice President shifted his gaze from "Colombia" and looked at the man in front of him. He said calmly, "But my schedule won't change. On the contrary, I'll stay in Tremondo for a while."

"Vice President Jackson, but..."

After hearing the vice president's words, the colonel immediately became anxious and even called out the vice president's name in desperation.

The Vice President...or rather Jackson, simply raised his arm and then made a downward gesture, signaling the colonel to keep quiet.

"During the meeting that just concluded, I have decided to visit Rhine Life Sciences and have a good exchange with our outstanding scientific researchers."

"Colonel Black, we are one, and we will all give our all for the country of Colombia."

Standing up and leaving, Jackson came to Blake's side, with his back to him.

"However, this city is home to countless technological pioneers who are the cornerstone of Colombia's technological development. It's no exaggeration to say they can influence the country's future."

"Do you get me?"

He placed his palm on Blake's shoulder and patted it gently, but Blake's heart trembled twice.

He didn't answer, he didn't dare to answer.

He couldn't figure out what the person in front of him was thinking. He was afraid that there was an abyss ahead of him, so he chose to remain silent.

"Even on Colombia's most sophisticated military assembly line, it takes a day and a half to produce a standard artillery shell."

"Not to mention the time it will take to get it to the battlefield and truly be mastered by our soldiers."

"Remain calm, Colonel. The more we face a super weapon like the Arclight One that can change the situation of an entire continent, the more calm we should be."

"This is Colombia, not Sargon or Bolivar."

.........

"It's time to leave..."

Hemer, who was only ten meters away from the blockade line, looked at the unnecessary increase in manpower and sweat appeared on his forehead.

She had collected enough information, and the transmitter had responded, to prove that its "brothers and sisters" had once existed here.

It's enough to just know this.

but...

Somewhat unwilling.

Looking at the ruins, Hemer's eyes flashed with the tragic scene of the destruction of Base 359.

An experimental accident cost countless lives...

What about this time?

How many people will die this time?

How many more children like Ifrit will be left homeless?

After turning around several times, Hemer still failed to leave. The crystal ground troubled her and she wanted to know more, so...

"Descend the drone, maybe you can see more, hear more..."

Adjusting the drone's flight altitude, Hemer hovered it in a safe position.

but...

A beam of sunlight happened to shine at this moment.

The white paint on the drone allows it to hide itself well, but this is a martial law area, and the sky... is also attracting attention.

boom!

A gunshot.

What followed was a sound that made Hemer feel uneasy.

"An unidentified drone has been shot down!"

"Oops!"

All the muscles in his body suddenly tensed up. Looking at the army around him moving quickly, Hemer took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Afterwards, she straightened her Rhine Life uniform, hung her name tag, and calmly walked out with the drone remote control.

run away?

There are people everywhere here, and she is not Saria, who can kill them all with one punch.

Besides, there must have been surveillance cameras that recorded her facial features when she came in. If she ran away, she would become a wanted criminal.

It would be better to pretend to be a researcher at Rhine Life, maybe she can get away with it. After all, she hasn't resigned, so she should be able to fool people...

Right?

"Ma'am, show me your pass!"

The sudden appearance of Hemer quickly attracted the attention of the searching soldiers. At the signal of their companions, they gathered around and surrounded Hemer.

The tall body carried a strong sense of oppression, but it was of no use to Hemer.

She shook the remote control in her hand, then pointed at her name tag and said to the leader in front of her: "I am an employee of Rhine Life. I received instructions from my superiors to come here to collect some photos."

Without a pass, she tried her best to change the subject, but the soldier in front of her turned serious.

"That means there is no... The Trydon Factory is under martial law. Please come with us, ma'am."

It doesn’t matter whether Liberi has a pass or not, or whether she is an employee of Rhine Life. He just needs to take her back, and then everything will be clear.

Looking at the unmoved soldier in front of her, Hemer quietly clenched her hands, and a ball appeared in her palm.