After Zhao Er experienced the game, he rushed towards Mingguang with a solemn expression as if he had just lost 500 circulation points.
In fact, Master Warlock was completely unaware of the impact this console, ah no, this immersive game had on Zhao Er.
Zhao Er firmly believes that when he returns to Mingguang with this kind of blow, it is guaranteed that more than half of Mingguang's senior executives will be beaten into stupidity.
This thing is really awesome!
The most awesome thing is that it appeared in the right place at the right time. Let’s not talk about whether this thing can perfectly replicate a virtual beast, even if it is just a targeted attack on something that poses a greater threat to Mingguang. Alien beasts are okay too!
Mingguang's strength comes at the expense of human lives. Of course, it is not very strong compared to Queen City...
Many examples of fighting alien beasts are unique. Mingguang cannot just exclude the organized garrison and go to the wilderness to clean the map in order to find a way to kill a certain alien beast, not to mention whether it can find a suitable target. How many casualties must be caused? Who will bear this responsibility?
For example, take the neon dragon from the last beast wave. With such a big boss, except for appearing once in the beast wave, under normal circumstances, the people of Mingguang cannot even touch its shadow in the wilderness. God knows what they are. Where do you live?
Some high-level officials in Mingguang still have lingering fears about neon dragons. They pose too great a threat to Mingguang City's defense. Apart from Wei Qingyu and the Warlock Master, and a certain cook, Mingguang has not yet found a decent way to stop them. Neon dragon...
Is this true?
Of course, this cannot be blamed on the high-level executives of Mingguang. The main reason is that Neon Dragon is too special and too special... It is indescribable...
By the way, this thing really wasn't created by God because the Mingguang people were living too leisurely, so he just randomly pinched a few neon dragons and came out to cause trouble?
However, if the neon dragon is re-engraved into the biological host, and the evolved ones are sent in 24 hours a day to farm, and the single farm and team farm are opened, the group farm is established, and there are so many types of awakened ones. Ah, let me give you a big wave of bonuses that are neither humble nor arrogant. Why don't you jump in with all your strength? Let me try it next to you! I can’t believe there is no reasonable solution!
There are simply too many such examples. Opportunities are limited, but human imagination is endless.
What Mingguang lacks is another chance——
Mentioning this kind of thing is obviously more embarrassing than a middle-aged man in his 40s hearing "I want more" from his wife!
want again? Either you pee or you die! Nothing else!
If the ecosystem near Mingguang and all the alien beasts that have appeared in the beast tide are copied into templates, Mingguang will definitely be able to develop targeted methods to deal with them, not to mention ordinary people. The garrison cultivated in this way will be in the beast tide. Is the combat effectiveness still good?
Zhao Er drove and knocked over a dozen evolutionaries who could not see anything. When his armored vehicle braked and stepped on the gate of the garrison camp, a certain unlucky evolver was frightened and gasped from the two sides. Climbing out from between the tires, I only took one look at who was driving the car, and immediately put away the anger on my face and ran away with a sullen brow and droopy eyes.
Um...
The perpetrator’s surname is Zhao...
If you walk slowly, you might be buried directly at the gate of the garrison...
"Gan Liniang!" Zhao Er cursed and said to the person standing guard at the door, "I'm looking for Mr. Ye for a meeting. It's an emergency!"
The young garrison boy looked confused and said hesitantly,
"Second, Second Master, you seem to have crossed the line..."
The garrison is not the property of the Zhao family, so there is no reason to hold a meeting just when you say it is a meeting. The person you are looking for is the highest level of the garrison.
Zhao Er kicked him over with a big kick.
"The more I get over your mother, the better I get!"
The young man rolled away and ran away.
"Ah ah, General Ye, someone from the Zhao family has come to break up the camp and cause trouble again..."
Zhao Er looked at Tian'er and muttered,
"Mom, just let Leng Han come. The difference in treatment is too big."
This guy sneaked into the camp without any courtesy, and then the dog sneaked into the canteen.
"I heard that some of the master chefs in the garrison canteen are Mr. Ye's family heirlooms. If you catch one and bring it back for a whole meal, our old man will be happy. Maybe he will be able to beat me twice less when he is happy... The old guy is also true, How old am I? I get beaten at every turn, I don’t want to lose face!”
So a particularly serious meeting took place in the garrison's canteen.
The atmosphere of the entire meeting was as intense as the donkey meat pot in front of Zhao Er. Below was the black and red hot charcoal fire, and above was the steaming donkey meat. The wrinkles on Mr. Ye's face were looming in the mist, and there was a stick in his mouth. The pipe was extinguished by a huge amount of water vapor because he forgot to smoke it. It was very mysterious.
Someone said solemnly,
"A terrible idea! But Warlock, he... cough... In short, Mingguang will never give up this opportunity. It's simply too terrifying, it's simply..."
"Who the hell is talking?!" Mr. Ye trembled.
Then a face squeezed out of the mist, smiling,
"Old General, it's me."
"Oh, Xiao Zheng," Mr. Ye patted the table speechlessly, "hurry up and remove those pots for me. It's outrageous. Who is still eating? Please drink the soup more slowly." !!”
After all the pots were removed, Zhao Er reluctantly said,
"You guys are having your meeting, but you won't let me leave when I leave, and you won't let me eat when I eat..."
"Shut up, me! Bah, bah, bah..."
Taking advantage of the absence of the two butlers who had been with Mr. Ye for half his life, the old man lit the pot of his pipe and tried to take two more puffs.
It doesn't matter if Mr. Ye twitches, which of the bosses at this table is fuel-efficient? Wait, the crackling sound of the ignition sounded one after another.
"well..."
"It's obviously a good thing, but why does it always feel like it's too risky?"
"Ha, at such a young age, my ability to accept new things is a bit too weak. This is not possible. You need to be more courageous!"
"I'm afraid if I'm any bolder, all the Mingguang Evolvers will be turned into rebels..."
"Can you fucking speak?"
"Who are you scolding, old man?"
"scold you!"
"Fuck, why aren't the people from the Scientific Research Institute and the Development Committee here yet? Have you set your priorities?!"
Meetings that are not attended by the Scientific Research Institute are always like this. Swearing is considered a normal process of the garrison. Only when people from the Scientific Research Institute come to attend the meeting will this group of veterans restrain themselves a little bit - mainly because they are afraid of embarrassment.
To the rough guys in the garrison, the scientific research institutes are all "literati", and every sentence must include three allusions and two lines of poetry. The sinister sarcastic people never use a single curse word.
There were also times when the garrison and the scientific research institute quarreled. The painting style is roughly as follows:
"You rats are very capable of doing extremely dirty things."
"Ganli Niang!"
"Mother, sincerely my mother is not happy."
"Ganli Niang!"
"What can you do? The ancients never deceived me, but it is difficult to raise a villain and a woman!"
"Ganli Niang!"
"..."
