I'm a magnetic field madman

With the power of 300,000 horses, the poison it possesses can render even the ancestral male of 990,000 horses helpless.

This is absolute genius, just like Skynet, a manifestation of the underdog defeating the strong!

Thinking of this, Bai Wujie had even higher expectations and more appreciation for Blue Poison.

But when he looked at his people, he saw more fear and alienation in their eyes.

But it's nothing, Bai Wujie also felt that his people's attitude was normal.

For the sake of his people, and also for Lan Du's own physical and mental health, Bai Wujie will probably have to make her live as far away as possible when she returns.

This was differential treatment, Bai Wujie admitted. But this was good for Lan Du and the others, because even if she could control herself... the understanding and alienation from those people could still hurt her heart.

Since the public is destined to reject it, it's better not to accept it in the first place. Blue Poison isn't someone who enjoys crowds either. As for friends? People like the Holy Emperor, Skadi, and the First Lady, as well as the people within the organization, are enough.

The friends of the strong should also be strong enough.

However, he still needs to control Blue Poison's enthusiasm for pursuing and researching viral medical principles. Researching viruses is fine, but it must be within his own controllable scope.

Bai Wujie didn't want to have to clean up the world because his subordinates were too capable, and he might even have to kill the subordinates who made mistakes.

The performances had all ended, and Bai Wujie rose from the emperor's throne. As the wind billowed his cloak, all the noise ceased instantly, and all eyes were fixed on the emperor.

He did nothing, simply raised his hands and calmly said...

"Cheer for my daughter, cheer for my men!"

A wave of cheers swept in like an avalanche, marking the perfect end to the broadcast of "Good Morning, Emperor Show"!

So, those who need to go to work should go to work, and those who need to go to school should go to school. Then get ready to watch the second episode tomorrow.

60. The Fool in the Chair

The owners of the seven or eight Freemasons' chairs once again erupted into a fierce argument.

This time, however, the argument wasn't just about how to cope, but more about how to "survive."

It's clear that these people, who not long ago considered themselves the masters of the world, have come to realize this tragic reality...

They have shifted their goal from "world domination" to the simple objective of "survival".

They argued about everything from war to the economy, from the economy to culture, and from culture to public opinion...

It's like trying to explain from various perspectives why Bai Wujie wouldn't kill them all.

This made Albrecht extremely bored, or rather, he felt that his IQ was constantly declining because he was in the same room with this group of idiots.

"Alright! Everyone shut up for now, Dr. Albrecht! We need your professional advice!"

In the midst of the argument, finally someone with a slightly higher IQ chose to seek the opinion of a professional…

Albrecht, who had been bored out of his mind, immediately offered his own explanation.

"Professional advice? What kind of professional advice? Do you want me to turn you all into something as strong as those three girls?"

No one spoke, but the eyes of these clients betrayed their narrow-minded and foolish thinking; that was truly how they thought.

Foolish, self-righteous, ignorant of science, yet thinking himself incredibly intelligent, he made such a ridiculous request without any common sense.

Why not build weapons like that instead of having Albrecht turn them into weapons like that...?

It's probably because these idiots understand that if they had something so powerful at their disposal, they wouldn't be able to control it.

When the time comes, something so powerful will inevitably seek a status and power commensurate with its strength, and it is clear that seven chairs here are already enough, and no one intends to generously give up one.

So—they wanted to transform themselves into something so powerful…and that way, they didn’t need to bother thinking about giving out an extra chair.

Wow! That's so clever! It's like a bunch of frogs swimming in a septic tank!

"Stop dreaming. You might as well try fantasizing about drinking a bottle of chemical and gaining the power of a million suns," Albrecht sneered.

"Aren't you the father of Gastrea? Why are they able to gain such power from Gastrea, while you can't!" one of them shouted angrily.

"When have you ever fully supported my research? And isn't it because you fear the changes in the zodiac that you won't even allow me to study them?" Albrecht sneered.

"I can tell you very frankly, according to my data and research... two of those three girls are 'evolved' from Scorpio and Libra. I don't know what kind of technology that is, and I can't imitate it; it's all thanks to your 'caution.'"

"Science needs to be bound by rules!" one person declared righteously.

"You must abide by ethics and rules, otherwise uncontrolled science will only cause greater disasters."

Albrecht had already given up on all this...

He doesn't want to pay attention to any of the things that claim science should serve politics.

Because these people are all hoping to use their rhetoric and so-called "political acumen" to successfully make those who believe 1+1<2 look like fools.

Politics is something that is inherently contrary to reason... oh no, I should say it is something that is inherently contrary to wisdom!

The heated argument and mutual attacks finally came to an end quickly... and the seven people sitting in the chairs seemed to have reached a consensus to turn their anger towards Albrecht.

"Doctor! How could that Asian man develop such a powerful Gastrea?!"

"We suspect you have a secret deal with him—Doctor, give us an answer!!"

Looking into those seven pairs of eyes filled with stern reproach, Albrecht didn't even have the desire to sneer.

He had not uttered a single word to these idiots who demanded that everything should serve politics.

Albrecht's attitude was also very direct; he sat directly on the railing that resembled a defendant's dock, spread his hands, and said...

"If you say I am, then I'll be."

"Why don't you just shoot me right now, or rip out my brain for research? If that's still not enough, how about you drag me away and torture me a bit?"

Albrecht's attitude left the seven men looking at each other in bewilderment...

They probably didn't expect this PhD student, who always craved more research resources, to adopt such a "slacking off" attitude...

Their words were merely intended to provoke Albrecht's anger or fighting spirit.

Well, basically, they've gotten into the habit of shifting blame before solving problems, taking a high position in terms of responsibility and benefits, and then arrogantly offering others to "atone" for their sins.

This bureaucratic attitude is their lifeline and something they've long been accustomed to... and one of them still chose to speak in a condescending manner...

"You think we wouldn't dare! Albrecht, don't think you're indispensable!"

He spoke sternly, as if it were right and reasonable for him to raise his voice so loudly and sternly.

"We have plenty of people who can replace you. We're giving you a chance to prove your innocence!"

But Albrecht didn't want to debate what was reasonable and what wasn't, and he didn't want to prove anything—after all, he had absolutely nothing to do with the word "innocent."

He swiftly and decisively pulled out a concealed pistol from behind his back.

Almost instantly, countless infrared beams locked onto Albrecht... and at the same time, transparent explosion-proof glass rose up in front of these seven idiots.

However, Albrecht did not intend to commit such a foolish act as assassination.

He picked up the pistol, turned it to face his chest, and calmly said…

"Yes, I'm not indispensable, so what? Do you want this old codger to commit suicide now so you can get rid of my sight?"

"Albrecht! What are you trying to do? Are you trying to threaten us?!"

"Put down your gun!! This childish trick will only embarrass you and won't do anything!"

He remained unwilling to lower his high-handed and stern tone in his rebukes, but Albrecht no longer cared; he had had enough of this absurd idea that science served politics.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

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The bullet pierced his chest, passing between the spine and his lungs. Thanks to a pre-calculated angle, Albrecht managed to kill himself despite being shot through the chest.

Of course, that means he's not dead yet. If nothing unexpected happens and he's left there for more than five minutes, he will die on the spot from his many old ailments, such as arteriosclerosis and myocardial infarction.

But will these things just kill me?

"Damn it!! What are you all standing around for? Get the medical team in! Hurry, save him!!"

The stern reprimand that was just moments ago full of superior authority instantly turned into screams of terror...

Albrecht, who had anticipated the reaction of these idiots, braced himself and gave them the middle finger and a cold laugh.

"Go to hell... Who needs me, you or I?"

"If you don't listen to me, then let me die and you all die too! If you listen to me, then fucking heal me, and then whatever I say goes!"

After saying that, Albrecht fainted.

The medical team that filed in immediately took emergency measures such as stopping the bleeding, and then quickly carried him away from there.

The room, which contained seven chairs, fell into an awkward silence.

Albrecht was right; it was never him who needed them, but rather they who needed him.

Now, they have to admit that the power Bai Wujie possesses has far exceeded their expectations and their ability to bear it.

His fleet was completely destroyed, and the launch of satellite weapons proved that they posed no threat to him.

That means the "disuse" of all their conventional and conventional forces.

What other cards do they have left?

Yes, they certainly have many!

Economy, people's livelihood, politics, minorities, law, and so on.

But it's utterly useless!

Even if someone only has one card, if that card is called "Force," then no matter how good your hand is, it's useless. It's like playing four twos in Dou Dizhu (a Chinese card game), and they just throw you a Blue-Eyes White Dragon!

If you're not even on the same wavelength, what's the point of arguing or fighting over?

A fleet laden with the virus is now approaching Europe, Australia, and the Americas.

Even if their naval defenses could annihilate them at sea—who knows what the cost would be?

That madman has been acting under the banner of destroying the world from the very beginning. The Freemasons thought it was just a bluff, but now it seems they are the clowns!

Most importantly, they no longer have any military force that can threaten Japan, or more precisely, Bai Wujie.

They also have cyborg soldiers, experimental beam weapons and gravity weapons... and even a "colonization ship" ready to sail to Mars...

But what good is all that? The moment the combined fleet was destroyed, they no longer had any force that could truly threaten Bai Wujie.

Albrecht was indeed their only hope, not only because he was needed to extract the crucial Ouropolos factor.

Without the extraordinary research and skills of this doctor... to be honest, they might not even have time to surrender now.

The seven people looked at each other, each staring back to the other.

They all knew that their only option was to bow down to Albrecht in exchange for his help and support, but no one was willing to ask.

Because speaking out means taking responsibility and submitting, and even if they survive in the future, it will become an excuse for each other to attack them.

Albrecht was right. These people, raised from birth according to the standards of politicians and bureaucrats, who have no ideals whatsoever, are already a bunch of rotten corpses.

They are practically the epitome of bureaucracy and formalism, and even feudalists because of their self-proclaimed lineage.

If we had to look for them in history, the people most similar to them would probably be the "pure officials" during the Chongzhen era.

Please, just adopt some form of capitalism!

After about five minutes of quiet and awkward waiting, they finally realized that no one would step forward to selflessly take on this responsibility.

Ultimately, however, some people still chose to initiate a secret ballot.

A vote was held on whether to support Albrecht's research, open up all knowledge of Pandora to him, and provide him with all the zodiacal samples.

Then—all seven votes were against.

The group looked at each other awkwardly, since they all had the same idea—you would definitely vote in favor, so I would vote against it and say later that I voted against it.

"The voting machine is probably broken. We must think carefully before we vote again."

In the end, the person who proposed the vote stepped in again to smooth things over, using the excuse of a malfunctioning voting machine to tell a lie when everyone knew it was a lie.

The bureaucratic atmosphere here is so thick it's suffocating.

The vote passed unanimously, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief...

But it wasn't because the voting was normal, but because they knew the other side would have no reason to attack them on this issue in the future.

A few hours later, Albrecht woke up in the emergency room, looked at the elaborately decorated authorization form in front of him, and tore it to shreds with a cold laugh.