After all, I was successful in the experiment first, and understanding knowledge is power. Unlike No. 33, wearing a tight-fitting suit like a yellow sportswear and a flying skateboard, like a clown jumping, showing off in the middle of the building.

No. 31 was so focused, sitting there, motionless, and his eyes were closed, only his eyelids drove his eyelashes, and he trembled quickly from time to time.

So much so that those who came to destroy him believed that he was the weakest when obtaining and could be slaughtered at will.

Xining knew that if he attacked at this time, it would be the same as the previous plot. He would blow up half of the building and use the electricity inside to create electromagnetic waves to protect himself. But now during working hours, the entire building is full of people, and there is no one in this room, and the office will be officially started tomorrow. So much so that the people in this building were killed and injured.

Then he continued to flee on the 33rd, and he was much more difficult to deal with than on the 33rd. He needed to shut down half of the community's electricity and bombarded with bombs, just like the later disposal of his own master.

According to the previous plot, the owner had returned to his hometown and saw the enemy who killed his parents. After being humiliated by his enemies, he should have left angrily and began to plan the night to kill people and burn houses, with teeth for teeth and blood for blood.

The door opened, Lawrence walked in, saw her sitting in front of the computer, and was stunned, standing at the door: "Can I come in?"

"Yes, if you have time, you can still watch with me." Xining looked at the computer, pinched another potato chip from the packaging bag and put it in her mouth.

Lawrence went to move the chair, and Xining said casually: "I thought you were resting."

"I slept for a while and couldn't sleep anymore." Lawrence sat down and looked at the nervous live broadcast on the computer: "You care a lot?"

Xining grabbed another bag on the table and stuffed it to Lawrence: "There are only tomato flavors, of course I care. They are almost the same as me after all, aren't they?"

They are both humans with chips in their minds - the same kind!

Lawrence sat next to him and unpacked the wrapping paper and started eating. Both of them were "cracking" in their mouths.

Lawrence looked at No. 31 sitting there and asked something wrong, "Which side do you think will win?"

"Of course it's No. 31!" Xining ate potato chips: "He has mastered how to use electricity to create magnetic fields. It cannot be penetrated by bullets. Wait for people who are watching half of the building to be buried with you."

Lawrence stopped holding the fingers of the chips, and turned to look at her: "Really?"

"What am I lying to you?" Xining also turned her head: "If I don't believe it, make a bet. If I say it wrong, you can cook for me tonight."

Lawrence smiled bitterly: "Is the rice I cooked that bad?" He never cooked it in front of her.

Xining turned her head and continued to look at the computer: "Can you make a German meal with a test tube, a scale, and a measuring cup?"

In order to lose weight, I did have a period of time to eat boiled vegetables and strictly calculate calories. So I still have the habit of calculating calories without realizing it. It is a bit funny to say that boiled vegetables are German.

Lawrence responded softly: "There are also sausages, blood sausages, beer and barbecue in German cuisine."

"Yeah~" Xining made a long aftertaste: "After eating, I'll prepare to drink pure water to lose weight tomorrow. This punishment is also good!"

Lawrence just wanted to laugh, watching a group of real guns and ammunitions, fully armed elites rushed into the building, and the leader asked the general manager whether he would evacuate the people in the building.

The general manager thought for a while: "It's too late, and you'll kill him immediately after seeing him."

"Swish~" Xining let out a sniff and continued to eat potato chips.

This idiot who is careless and greedy... Lawrence pinched his broad forehead with his fingers, and then heard the reminder No. 37 next to him: "Don't you call this proud and arrogant guy? Tell him what might happen."

"He won't change his strategy." Lawrence knew the general responsibility, and knew too much.

"It would rather die more than 470 people than persevere." Xining joked, it would be good to talk to Zhiming, without any effort, and without watching him do stupid things: "He is a person who sticks to principles, and you seem to be much smarter than him. Don't feel guilty, it's useless to say it!"

Lawrence was silent for a moment, and pleaded with courage: "Can you help?"

"Of course!" Xining glanced at her mouth: "But what can I get? Like you, is she just a hero behind the scenes?"

She encouraged: "If half of the building is blown up, he will be removed from his position. Who do you think is the most suitable replacement?"

This is the previous plot. There was such a big thing, and there was a lot of bombing everywhere regardless of consequences, causing the general manager to lose his position and continue with Lawrence.

Lawrence got on the helicopter and armored vehicle and came to the scene to command. In order to let the people above know the seriousness of the situation, if half of the area was not bombed, it would be impossible to kill these superhumans.

Naturally, the president never admits his mistakes. He is always responsible for this position, which is considered a loss.

Unexpectedly, Lawrence sighed slightly: "But that's more than 400 lives." He actually looked a little compassionate.

Xining looked at him with a leap, "Thirty-seven people, aren't people who have low IQ?" There were 40 people in the whole experiment, and three survived.

Lawrence was stunned and then immediately apologized: "Sorry, I know that any explanation is weak now. Although all the experimental items are signed by the documents and are all voluntary. But the people here did not sign the contract, they are innocent, right?"

They are all low IQ but do not meet the mentally retarded standards and are people with ability to behave. The documents and contracts they signed are still valid.

Now it was Xining's turn to look at Lawrence blankly... It seemed that Lawrence's heart was not as hard as he thought.

She turned her eyes white: "Then I will solve one, because there should be no problem with the other."

"That's it." Lawrence immediately pointed to the computer screen: "No. 33."

Xining looked at him with helplessness: "Remember, you owe me a favor."

"Yes, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you." Lawrence said sincerely.

"Don't cook dinner," Xining looked at him.

Lawrence thought for a while: "It seems we haven't made a bet yet."

If you didn’t make a bet, it was just that the bet had not been established yet, so you wouldn’t cook.

Xining nodded and stuffed the potato chip bag in her hand into Lawrence's hand: "Help me go to the door and watch it, don't let anyone disturb me, don't touch me, that will affect me."

"Okay!" Lawrence picked up two packs of potato chips with one hand and really walked to the door to stand guard.

Xining pulled a wet tissue, wiped her mouth and hands, threw the wiped tissue into the wastebasket next to her. Then she sat down, leaned all her back on the chair, and looked at the computer screen with her eyes.
Chapter completed!