"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with you. I have seen your efforts. The project of 'Apostle' has a major flaw. If you want to hold it accountable, it will be my responsibility."

After becoming an employee of Michael Defense Contracting Company, Dr. Rolling Gottlieb did not throw the blame on others.

This was originally a scientific research project, and it is normal to encounter obstacles in progress.

Whenever a major scientific research achievement is born, countless failed projects will become unknown.

The reason why f-22 "Black Prey" is famous all over the world does not mean that yf-23 "Black Widow" will definitely lose its performance. In fact, on the contrary, sometimes it requires a little luck.

"Will our project continue to exist next?"

Alisa looked gloomy. Even though she was hungry, she still had no appetite even though she was hungry.

At least the original public grain is relatively stable and can provide some protection. It is hard to say that private enterprises may be dismantled at any time and then sold in a mess in exchange for the greatest profit. Especially for experimental subjects like her, the future fate is probably unpredictable. All previous promises and guarantees have probably become clouds.

What's more, the human body modulation of the "Apostle" plan is not perfect, and there are still many defects and unknown hidden dangers. Only by passing more tests, actual combat and time can it be exposed little by little and corrected.

Once a huge problem is discovered, Alisa will lose the security support she relies on to make up for and correct these potential problems and even hidden dangers.

So she has to think about herself and the future.

"Don't worry! I will maintain this plan as much as possible and make it more valuable."

Dr. Rolling Gottlieb nodded and continued, "Same, Alisa, I need your support more!"

Alisa is currently the only experimental subject with relatively high completion degrees, far from being comparable to those semi-finished products that grow lightly and don’t grow brains.

Alisa was stunned for a moment, then reacted, understood the doctor's subtext, nodded vigorously and said, "I know, doctor!"

If Blunt hadn't done anything crazy, the "Apostle" plan would not have been packaged overnight and sold out as a whole and fell into the hands of private enterprises.

The so-called defense contractor is in some sense no different from the infamous "war hyena" mercenary team.

Even if the salary is not low, it is only limited to living, and it is entirely a life-threatening money. Once you are seriously injured or died during the task, you may be ruthlessly abandoned directly.

Even if you survive by chance, if you lose your combat effectiveness, the compensation you can get is quite limited.

Medical compensation and pensions go through commercial insurance,

Even if you survive by chance, if you lose your combat effectiveness, the compensation you can get is quite limited, and it does not mean that you can get the money with peace of mind. If you encounter insurance brokers and insurance companies with sinister intentions, as long as the legal costs are relatively cost-effective, you will be willing to fight a lawsuit that is full of malicious intentions. Capitalism cares about interests, not morality and law.

If Alisa and Dr. Rolling Gotlieb don't want to fall into a worse situation, they have to find ways to show their value, otherwise those capitalists will definitely show their most ruthless side.

Once such a situation occurs, the "Apostle" project is likely to disintegrate, and Alisa, who can show superhuman power, will be kicked away mercilessly like a stray dog.

"Dr., are you here? Ms. Alisa, how are you recovering?"

A young man in a suit and tie pushed the door and entered the ward. His eyes first fell on Dr. Rolling Gotlieb, then looked at Alyssa greedily, looked at her face, chest and legs, so she curled her lips.

The volunteers carefully selected by the "Apostle" plan are certainly not the models, and Alisa is not the charming blonde Persian cat. She can only be said to be average. The so-called curves are not lacking, but there is no shortage of muscle lines.

Alyssa looked at Dr. Rolling Gottlieb, and the inquiry in her eyes was very obvious. Who was this rude guy?!

Dr. Rolling Gottlieb coughed a little embarrassedly and introduced to Alisa: "Well! This is the executive director of Michael Defense Contracting Company, Mr. Schulman Watson, the eldest son of Chairman Wolf Watson, and the first heir to Michael Business Group."

Turning his head, he continued, "Mr. Schulman, this is Alisha, our 'Apostle' warrior, advanced experimental subject, with a completion rate of more than 85%.

"Alisa, a nice name, huh? Such a large portion of pasta, you have a really good appetite, it looks really good, can you try it?"

The young man in a suit and tie looked at the weight of pasta, reached out to pick up one, and looked at Alisa proudly while stuffing it into his mouth.

Everyone is mine, and the pasta is of course mine. Schulman is completely at ease to eat it.

"etc!"

Alisa wanted to dissuade her, but it was too late.

The next second, the executive director of Michael Defense Contracting Company was in a bad mood. In the blink of an eye, his face turned red. He covered his throat and moaned hoarsely, "Poison, poisonous! ~Help!"

It seemed like a sudden fire broke out in my throat, and even breathing became difficult.

"Give Mr. Schulman water!"

Dr. Rolling Gottlieb calmly gave the nurse a look.

There is a water dispenser next to it and a disposable paper cup.

A glass of water was handed over, and Shulman completely treated the glass of water as a life-saving antidote. He raised his head and gulped and muffled.

"I want it more!"

He didn't bother to hand the paper cup back to the nurse, but instead threw himself to the water dispenser, tons to tons…

In a blink of an eye, I drank at least two liters of water.

The nurse rolled her eyes. Isn’t she afraid of water poisoning with this way of drinking?

Dr. Rolling Gotlieb and Alisa looked at each other. Not every white man could eat spicy food, especially the most famous oil-spicy chili in China, which is even more intense than the spicy food in Shuchuan.

"Ho hoho, what a terrible food, so terrible. Can the 'Apostle' warrior eat this to maintain combat effectiveness?"

Shulman, who finally recovered, gasped heavily and pulled the tie around his neck, and then he felt a little better. He still looked at the pasta with only one missing stick on his face, which was really disappointing.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would not dare to touch the things on the plate again.

Dr. Rolling Gottlieb said helplessly: "It's hot sauce, Chinese oil-splashed chili, a condiment that is good for the cardiovascular system. For this thing, we paid a million dollars and a small team of 'apostles' warriors, and lost the entire team's equipment."

He took out the jade bottle in his pocket and shook it in front of the other party as if he was self-deprecating. Except for half of it being drunk by Blunt and others and some use of it for sampling and identification, there was still half a bottle left, about two ounces of serving.

The entire "Apostle" project fell into the hands of Michael's Defense Contracting Company, and this bottle of Chinese oil-splashing hotpots will account for a large part of the responsibility.

But I can't blame others for this. If you want to blame, you can only blame Blunt, who has already died in battle. He insisted on buying this bottle of oil and splashing hot pot, completely killing the "Apostle" plan.

Alyssa shook her head, picked up the fork, rolled up a few spaghetti, stuffed it into her mouth, and after a moment, nodded and said, "It tastes great."

She was able to accept the spicy flavor, and the pasta mixed with oil and spicy noodles was unexpectedly delicious, making people feel enlarged.

The essence of spicy is pain. As a "Apostle" warrior who has received human biological modulation, this stimulation is no problem at all.

"Are you devils?"

Shulman's face was full of horror. The small noodle just now made him feel like he was almost dead.

Not everyone can tolerate spicy taste. Many white people have negative tolerance. Shulman is one of them. Just a small piece of noodles is covered with oil and spicy food. To him, it seems like he has suffered a critical blow and almost hit the bottom of his blood.

"You will get used to it in the future, Mr. Schulman, what else is there? Let's go out and talk!"

The doctor took the young executive director's shoulder and walked out together.

If you keep staying here, God knows what else will happen. It’s better to talk about work honestly, so as not to always think about those unrealistic things.

"Oh! I'm here to check and accept..."

Shulman turned around and looked at Alyssa who was eating voraciously. After only one look, Rolling Gottlieb pulled out.

This playboy is obviously not motivated, but he is still so old that Dr. Rolling Gottlieb took the initiative immediately.

He can only focus on research and academic research, but cannot be the person in charge of the "Apostle" plan.

...

This is the terrible consequence of a bottle of oil-sprayed chili, which almost ruined the entire "Apostle" plan.

...

Turn back to the manor.

The interior of the pyramid-shaped main house covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters, with a space height of at least half divided, and it is more than 300 wizards from various tribes near Mogadishu.

The owner of the manor who had not appeared for a long time finally showed his face, with a big belly, wearing loose bloomers and a golden vest.

Li Bai looked at the owner of the manor with a beard, a casual braid on the back of his head, a golden neck ring, an exquisite wrist guard, and a ring full of fingers with huge gems inlaid. He couldn't help but complain: "It looks like the god of the Aladdin magic lamp!"

"Puff!"

Translator Kobayashi almost laughed out loud.

“???”

The Papagana tribe wizard sitting next to them was full of question marks in his head.

Everyone sat in a large circle, and the position was not fixed. According to personal preference, they sat on the ground with the wizards they knew or had a good friend.

The ones sitting with Li Bai were not only Seri of the Papagana tribe, but also the wizards of more than a dozen tribes, including the Eagle of the Night, the Tachila tribe, the Tagoma tribe and the Hosenmas tribe. Here, it is a small force that cannot be underestimated.

There were a few new faces among these wizards who greeted Li Bai one after another.

The three monsters raged on the top of the hill that day, causing bloody storms. At least two wizards were eaten on the spot. So the wizards who came here, just like the Seri of the Papagana tribe, were all young and timid when they greeted the seniors.

Sitting with these indigenous wizards, Li Bai and Xiaolin, who are yellow people, stand out a little, and occasionally attract some looking at each other, curious, disdainful, and malicious.

But the two of them turned a blind eye. They were not gold, so it was impossible for everyone to like them. They would not die if they looked at them for a few times. They would just jump out and just take them back.

"Welcome to Garon Garden. All the wizards are my most beloved teachers..."

The owner of the manor, who looks like a lamp god, held a wireless microphone in his hand, and the speakers arranged everywhere made his voice spread throughout the hall.

With the rapid translation of Kobayashi's speech speed, Li Bai learned more and more information.

The owner of the manor is named Rashid. He is undoubtedly a witchcraft enthusiast. He has money, leisure and people. He took this opportunity to bring hundreds of wizards together and get familiar with him.

On the African continent, wizards are not something that anyone can do, at least they must be inherited in an orderly manner.

The tribal leader can sit in another place, but the wizard has a strict inheritance relationship. He is either father and son, or master and apprentice. He is not designated to be the one who can be the one who can be the one. If it is not done well, it will cause death.

Although the turtle people often do things randomly, they are very serious about this matter. Yes, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, and no room for fooling around. Even if they pretend, they will be exposed soon.

Li Feng, the head of the medical team of the Chinese peacekeeping force, is not unreasonable.

Just like Seri, a young and cute wizard from the Papagana tribe, his ancestor was a very famous wizard. Even the great wizard who was accidentally killed by the Dulun people not long ago, was also the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the apprentice of the... Anyway, there is such a relationship that can be achieved.

This is just like the president of the United States. In any case, it can be related to the British royal family. Even if it is O'Hai, his matriarchal ancestors can be traced back to long-legged Edward I and Scottish "Lion" William I. They are even more capable of recognizing their ancestors than Goryeo Rod.

The so-called freedom and democracy are actually overthinking.

The ruling class of the US imperialists is a closed-door game, and outsiders can't get involved at all, so don't even think about it.

Tomorrow, I will create a yellow president, even though I have the blood of the British royal family, I can always get a lot of relationships. The color of my skin is actually not important at all. What matters is whether it is a member of the "wasp, white-anglo-saxon-protestant" system.

Although Rashid was very interested in witchcraft and wanted to be a wizard, he chased the eighteen generations, and it was impossible to fight with him. It was okay to play with him in a closed door. However, if he wanted to call himself a wizard in such a formal occasion, he would probably touch the tiger's butt on the spot, which would cause group attacks, and may have life worries.
Chapter completed!