I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 632 - 400: Unintentional Radiance, Ten Thousand Feet (5677 words, seeking monthly votes)_1
Chapter 632: Chapter 400: Unintentional Radiance, Ten Thousand Feet (5677 words, seeking monthly votes)_1
This was a long corridor, with Ethan Evans, his assistant, Mendelson, and two other senior researchers surrounding Harrison Clark in the middle, walking gingerly.
Harrison Clark wondered, “What are you guys doing?”
Ethan Evans said awkwardly, “After all, the ground is the military’s territory. But what we want to do is an unprecedented in-depth academic exchange between the East and the West. Area 52 is one of our biggest secrets, and we can’t rule out the possibility that some extremists in the Military System might be planning something not so good. So we are doing this to ensure your safety as much as possible. Don’t worry, we will never joke about your life.”
Harrison Clark understood what he meant and rolled his eyes secretly, “If you had told me it would be this troublesome, I wouldn’t have come. I’m not afraid, but you can’t die.”
He was really afraid that Ethan Evans would be shot in the head, which would be a huge loss for him.
Mendelson said, “It wouldn’t happen under normal circumstances. And what we are doing is a great cause that will change the future of humanity, so it’s worth taking a little risk. Mr. Clark, your visit this time is as significant as Commander Nick’s visit to the United Kingdom. We call this an ice-breaking trip.”
“Hahaha, what ice-breaking or not ice-breaking. Globalization is irreversible, and people all over the world have been working towards this direction.”
Mendelson: “Ha… haha, yes, yes. But we can try to do our part better.”
Harrison Clark looked at his righteous appearance and wanted to laugh again.
It sounded so real.
Change the future?
You guys don’t even know; I’ve already changed human history eight times.
Okay, maybe only seven times.
Getting back in the car, they switched to an armored vehicle with base security personnel driving.
The few of them sat in the back row.
The interior was an enclosed space, completely separated from the driver’s seat in the front, and the windows were pitch black, making it impossible to see the outside.
The air conditioning system was making a lot of noise.
The atmosphere in the car was somewhat stifling.
Mendelson explained awkwardly, “This is part of the confidentiality agreement.”
Harrison Clark nodded, “Well, I know. It’s fine.”
He grinned.
Previously, Mendelson and Ethan Evans only tried to intrigue him and didn’t mention the difficulties and risks of this matter for fear that he would find it too troublesome and not come.
In a sense, these two were quite irresponsible and idealistic in their approach.
They were worried about Harrison Clark encountering danger in the base and wanted to use their lives to help him block bullets, making the extremists within the military hesitant to attack.
Harrison Clark didn’t know whether to praise them for being foolish or stupid.
If it weren’t for his formidable strength and confidence, he would have really gotten angry.
What if he actually died in the 21st century? Who would he go to for justice?
After about half an hour of twists and turns, the car finally came to a slow stop, apparently entering an elevator, and then began to descend.
The car swayed slightly for about a minute, and then it stopped.
With a click, the door of the car was opened from the outside.
Harrison Clark and the others got out of the car in succession.
First, they walked out of the elevator room, and outside was a huge metal room, followed by a door that was eight meters high and sixteen meters wide.
Harrison Clark looked through the doorway into the brightly lit rectangular workshop.
Mendelson: “Mr. Clark, please follow me this way…”
“Everyone, wait a moment.”
Just at this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind them.
Harrison Clark looked back and saw a group of sturdy, yellow-clad soldiers with live ammunition suddenly appearing from the rear of the elevator room.
The black muzzles were pointed at everyone.
The middle-aged man speaking adjusted his cap emotionlessly while staring at the group of people.
“Who is this guy?” Harrison Clark asked.
Ethan Evans whispered, “Vicente Gerlad, the highest commander of Westfall Valley Base.”
At this point, Mendelson had already gone forward to negotiate: “Brigadier General Gerlad, Mr. Harrison Clark is our invited guest with all the procedures in order. This is the permission issued by the Ministry of Science and Technology and AAAS.”
To their surprise, Brigadier General Gerlad didn’t even look at the items in Mendelson’s hand, just stared straight at Harrison Clark, and slowly said, “I apologize, but the White House Office has just rejected the academic exchange application from the Ministry of Science and Technology and AAAS. So now, Mr. Harrison Clark is here illegally, and I hope Mr. Clark will cooperate with the investigation.”
“Sigh,” Harrison Clark let out a breath and asked, “Brigadier General Gerlad, have you not seen that video?”
“I have. That’s why today, I brought all elite warriors.”
Harrison Clark spread out his hands, “Really? So, have you considered this?”
He lightly placed his hand on the alloy frame next to the elevator room and applied force with his thumb.
With a grating sound of metal, a completely deformed solid metal piece was thrown to the ground by Harrison Clark.
As for the frame he had just grabbed, it revealed a gaping hole as if it had been hit by a fistful of clay.
It was obvious that the other party had upgraded their equipment and personnel configuration.
But the problem was that Harrison Clark had also upgraded.
Although his physical strength had not fully inherited the effects of the Gene-Modified Warriors, his current awakening rate of 38.91% could not withstand his full strength against this intensity of alloy.
Gurgle,
Brigadier General Gerlad swallowed nervously, showing unstable emotions.
Harrison Clark then turned to the people next to him and said, “Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Mendelson and Ethan. However, it seems that we are still a long way from the Community of Human Destiny, so I will not force myself. Brigadier General Gerlad, I have felt the hospitality of your country. Shall I leave on my own, or would you like your people to escort me out?”
