"Sorry, maybe I should make it clear. My words just now were not a request."

As he said that, General Emil pulled out a piece of paper from the folder in front of him.

Pinching the edge of the paper, he lifted the paper and showed it around him.

Especially pointing to the series of red seals at the bottom.

"Look clearly, everyone, this is the highest authorization letter. In other words, before coming here, I have obtained the highest authorization from the Parliament and the Five Swords Building... In other words, what I said just now is an order, not a request! I am not asking for your opinions, but asking you to execute my order."

"Protest, this is a blasphemy against the results of our research in Area 51. This order that obviously makes us study product scrap is too irrational and I can't accept it! I want to protest!"

The man with black-framed glasses suddenly turned red and his voice raised a little, and he started yelling on the spot.

"These thirteen cloned gene warriors are the efforts of our 51 area over the years, and are the weapons of the highest confidentiality level. They are also related to our Caucasian race becoming the race on the top of the world and being evolved and sublimated! I will never agree to hand them over to you for use!"

He suddenly stood up.

His body looked thin and weak, but he refuted General Emil in an extremely identifiable way.

As a crazy scientist, a scholar who personally participated in cloning gene research engineering from beginning to end.

These research results belong to District 51 and even to his forbidden body.

No one can easily touch it!

Seeing this, General Emil smiled: "I'm sorry, the objection is invalid. If you don't understand, I can explain to you what the highest authorization means."

After saying that, his hand slapped the table hard.

Bang!

The highest authorization letter was snapped on the desktop.

"Please open your eyes and take a closer look. Which organization issued this highest authorization letter? Is your District 51 outside the scope of the law?"

While speaking, his hand pushed hard.

The highest authorization letter was pushed in front of the man with eyes.

"Every word I say now is an irresistible order for you. If you object, you can resign on the spot and cooperate with the CIA's surveillance and review. Only after I complete the task can the personal restrictions of the resigned personnel be lifted."

As soon as these words came out, the conference room suddenly became quiet.

Even the man with fierce opposition to the eyes couldn't help but sit back on the chair dejectedly.

At this moment, Brigadier General Emil swept across everyone's faces with a falcon-like gaze.

The sharp eyes seem to penetrate the eyes and reach the depths of the soul.

"It seems that no one should object to this action now, right?"

His lips gently pursed, showing a confident smile.

"Okay, since no one objected, please work hard to cooperate with this action. We have only one goal, which is to kill the damn Yanhuang man and bring back his body for further research in District 51."

These words calmed the man in glasses' face slightly.

"General Emile, I agree with your proposal, but I want to remind you that you must bring back the body of the Yanhuang man and freeze the cells to survive."

Upon hearing this, Brigadier General Emil nodded.

"This operation is temporarily named Dragon Slaying Operation, and I hope that the garrisons in the Pacific will give us some help and not let those islanders hinder the progress of the operation."

After saying that, he stood up straight and squeezed out the last sentence from his teeth: "The dragon slaying action can only succeed, not fail. I hope you can help you all."

The officers in the conference room stood up in unison, saluted with their right hand, and replied loudly: "Yes!"

...

Danluo Island, Yanhuang Hall.

Xu Wei sat on the faucet chair and felt an unprecedented power.

Once the power is in hand, the order will be carried out.

As the leader of the new water gate, he controls an armed force composed of thousands of people.

In this territory in Southeast Asia, it is enough to be considered a giant.

"The big leader, the scum on the list, has been dealt with."

Below, Lu Zhenghao reported the situation respectfully.

"very good!"

Xu Wei only said two words about this news.

The feeling of being in power is really wonderful.

Just pick up the pen and click it gently on the list to determine the life and death of others.

This is the life she dreams of, the life she dreams of.

Now, Lu Zhenghao dared not put on the airs of a senior in front of her.

"How are you doing, brothers?"

Xu Wei sat above and asked quietly.

In the empty hall, she stood tall.

Suddenly, I felt the illusion of being alone in my heart.

No wonder, ancient emperors all called themselves lonely and widowed.

It turns out that power brings people not only enjoyment, but more of a deep loneliness.

"The training has begun to take effect, and now our brothers finally look like a regular army."

Speaking of this, Lu Zhenghao is full of spirit.

Then, his face turned bitter and smacked his lips and said, "But the consumption of ammunition is too high. In a week, two million dollars of ammunition were consumed. If we continue practicing like this, we may not be able to bear it."

"Haha, you don't have to worry about the consumption of ammunition. Mr. Lin personally explained that his people would help us solve this problem."

When Lin Yu was mentioned, a smile appeared on Xu Wei's face.

That man, like a demon, seemed to be able to solve all problems.

At this moment, a pleasant music ringtone rang.

Then, Xu Wei took out her cell phone from her pocket and looked down.

Then, Qianqianyu stroked her fingers gently on the screen of the phone and placed the microphone in front of her ear.

After hearing a few words, a pretty face suddenly changed color.

"I understand, I understand how to do it."

She said in a deep voice, with a hint of respect in her tone.

Putting down his phone, Xu Wei looked up at Lu Zhenghao.

"Old Lu, what happened to Mr. Lin? In a few days, he will personally rush to Hokkaido, the island country, to face a kendo master in the island country."

Hearing this, Lu Zhenghao smiled disdainfully: "The Japanese dared to mess with Mr. Lin. I'm so tired of living. What a swordsman master will soon turn into a corpse."

In his impression, Lin Yu is synonymous with invincibility.

That guy is so terrible that he is desperate.

As for what kind of kendo master in the island country, Lu Zhenghao didn't care about it at all.

But Xu Wei was not as optimistic as Lu Zhenghao, but instead showed a solemn expression.

"It is said that the kendo master of the island country is not inferior to Mr. Se Lin, and this is very likely to be a tough battle."

Speaking of this, she slowly stood up from her seat.

"No matter who the opponent is, Mr. Lin is kind to our New Water Gate. This time, even if we can't help, we have to go to the station and help Mr. Lin to make a name for himself."

Then, she ordered with a calm expression: "Old Lu, find a way to contact the Chinese gang in the island country and ask them to organize it. Then welcome Mr. Lin and cheer together."

...

Island Country.

The Chinese Red Bamboo Gang Base Camp.

An old man with gray hair and thin hair on his face was sitting on a chair and was savoring the tea in his cup carefully.

"Uncle Hua, the local gangs have been crazy in the past few days. They swept our place without saying hello. Many brothers were attacked inexplicably when they walked on the street."

"Not only that, there are some so-called martial artists who come to our Chizhu Gang branch to play the game openly, smash our sign and injured a lot of people."

A middle-aged man stood opposite him, with white gauze wrapped around his head, and a faint bloody color oozed out.

"I notify brothers that work will not start recently, and close all the venues and avoid the limelight."

The old man took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"Why? Uncle Long, are we still afraid of our Chizhu Gang? Those territory were all brought back by brothers with their lives. The local gang here also admitted that this time they didn't care about it, so why should we avoid it?"

The middle-aged man asked angrily, with obvious scars on his face.
Chapter completed!