My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2129 - 710: Rule Number One of Subspace Defense! Never Play with the Bad Friend in Your Mind!
But Cement Sister struggled to push them away and said to Lord Qin and Loyal Brother:
"Over there... don’t let them use that prototype device. I can’t be sure if I’ve heard those whispers, but once they enter that area, it’s easy to... cough cough, the risk is increasing... sorry... I...
I did something wrong..."
"Rest, don’t worry, even without you, this cosmic-level universal phenomenon will find us someday if what those Observers say is true."
Lord Qin comforted:
"Heal first, you’ll be very busy later."
On the other side, in the monitoring room of the Creation Ground, Murphy gave a thumbs-up to his old treasure, appreciating:
"You played the ghost game really well, Lady Triss! You even fooled me."
"Piece of cake. You know, during the time when I was still the Crimson Witch, I would sometimes immerse myself in projecting my image through others’ fireplace flames in some remote corners of the world, pretending to be the Apocalyptic Demon King for fun."
Triss laughed heartily, waving her hand as she spoke:
"Those were good times. I still remember that some guys formed a ’Witch Cult’ to worship me as this awesome figure... Are things finished on your end?"
"Not yet, there’s a lot to do."
Murphy sighed and said:
"They’ve proposed an operational plan, but whether it can be executed still needs time for verification. We’ll all be very busy, we’ll all... hmm?"
He stopped mid-sentence, looking at the witch in front of him who was staring at him with a strange look.
Murphy said:
"What’s up? Why are you staring at me like you want to eat me?"
"What do you think?"
Triss snorted, pointed to the bedroom, and said:
"Since you’re busy, why not hand in the public food for the next month or two? After all, you’re here now, look at you all filthy, come on, I’ll help you wash up."
"Uh..."
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"The one codenamed ’Prometheus’ was rescued, and the lab was destroyed. It turns out our peers have gone further on this matter than us. They understand the gravity of this situation better than our foolish Congress lords.
Damn it!
We’ve lost the chance to catch up."
On the island where Cement Sister was previously held, a helicopter was flying over the wreckage below, and the project leader at the airport was angrily talking to his superior:
"This matter must be held accountable!"
"So, your first reaction after something bad happens is to hold someone accountable?"
The superior sitting opposite snorted, curled his lip, and said:
"Didn’t she leave some data? And the prototype’s blueprint, can’t you make a new one?"
"We can, but that cunning little yellow cat hid the core parameters. Our scientists can’t crack them. After all, it’s a new technology, still imperfect and with many black domains. If we experiment recklessly without finding the core parameters of the quantum communication module, it’ll only blow up one unfortunate soul’s brain after another."
"Then crack it! Try!"
The superior sternly ordered:
"I’ll give you more manpower, more funds, more equipment. That’s the last tool we have left. We must find that damn parameter and achieve this catch-up. Although we don’t know the other party’s purpose in this matter, if they have it, then we must have it too!
This will be the new era’s Star Wars program.
If we have to use the worst possible method, then do it!
Anyway, this country never lacks expendables. Aren’t there many people yearning for freedom at the border waiting to enter? They long to contribute to the beacon of freedom, so let’s give them a chance!"
"This..."
The project leader was terrified.
He understood the terrible implication behind that light tone, and he was even more afraid of the horrific consequences if this matter was exposed.
But he also knew that this was the "fine tradition" of their department. Since they once used lies to trick a community into injecting syphilis for medical experiments, doing something more cruel in the new era wasn’t unimaginable.
He fell silent, planning to come up with a solution, and just then, his communication device rang.
A few seconds later, the leader reported to his superior with a rather delicate expression:
"A test subject... Hmm, an unfortunate soul who was paralyzed after using the prototype device before has woken up half an hour ago and has turned into a lunatic. The doctors say his brainwaves are beyond repair, but that guy keeps mumbling about whispers, something about summoning.
He said he confirmed hearing the voice of the Divine Spirit when his soul left his body...
In the past, this wouldn’t have been a concern, just another tragedy. But considering the details we currently have, I think, maybe we should observe more deeply?
What do you think?"
