Chapter 217 Titan’s Activities

In a military port near Washington, D.C., there is a warehouse marked as "top secret."

The size of military warehouses is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Their size, in most cases, can even carry an entire aircraft carrier effortlessly.

Standing in front of this material distribution center, a human-sized person would be as small as an ant in front of a watermelon.

But only by entering this warehouse can we find that its function is not a "material distribution center" at all.

In the huge and vast warehouse, not all lighting equipment is functioning.

Large blocks of shadow covered the space.

But inexplicably, this military warehouse in the thick shadows actually seemed a bit crowded at this time.

High-tech equipment that has never appeared in the public eye glows with cold colors.

In the transparent pipes made of polymer materials, strange black-purple crystals are rushing through the pipes and being transported into the shadows without leaving any trace.

Through these weak lights, people can see some corners and outlines among the shadows of different shades in the warehouse.

——A black shadow with a suffocatingly huge form!

In the warehouse, except for the mechanical equipment that operates on its own.

Only three people stood out the most.

They stood under the only lighting at the door of the warehouse, casting their satisfied and admiring gazes into the darkness in the distance.

"Frank's dead, boss."

A tall, muscular bald white man, about two meters tall, reported in front of him with a sinister smile on his face.

He was wearing a large leather trench coat, but you could tell from the occasional movements that revealed the scene inside the trench coat.

This is a cybernetic human with a cybernetic body from the chin down.

Foehn, one of the highest combat powers of the terrorist organization [Desperados].

The man in a suit standing in front of him had a slicked back hair, a cigar between his fingers, and a figure not much different from his.

He has a square face and a big chin that is in line with the aesthetics of the United States. He can't be called "handsome", but he is definitely a tough guy.

A pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses sat awkwardly on the bridge of his nose, making him more recognizable during the election.

This is a cutting-edge politician who has shone brightly in recent elections between the donkey and elephant parties because of his "power of 50,000 beasts."

Steven Armstrong.

He is currently standing in a "top secret" military warehouse that belongs to him, smoking a cigar leisurely, but he does not look like a "novice" with no foundation at all.

After hearing the news of his ally's death, he didn't look back, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with his fingers, and asked in confusion.

"There's nothing unusual about this kind of thing. Why do you report it specifically?"

Thought reincarnation technology is no secret among qualified circles.

It's just that most powerful people are waiting for this technology to develop more perfectly and be more in line with their ethical concepts.

And a "monster" like Frank who regards power as the ultimate meaning of life and despises all shackles.

In the daily life of enjoying power, he had already damaged his body many times in order to maintain his morbidly excited spirit during political battles.

And he has been reincarnated many times.

He also knew Frank's plan to meet Bai Tangjing, and his death was an expected situation.

There's nothing worth paying attention to at all.

But immediately, Foehn Feng's words made him turn his head in surprise.

"There's really nothing worth worrying about, except for one thing. He's crazy."

"Um?!"

Armstrong turned his head and looked at Foehn with a frown, indicating that he was listening.

The evil smile at the corner of the bald white man's mouth became even brighter.

It seems that just observing the misery of others is already a kind of enjoyment for him.

"Nonsense, nervous, and suspicious. Hehe! The terrifying guy who used to be able to control both parties with his wisdom and decisiveness can now even control his urination and defecation."

Armstrong puffed on his cigar.

"Could it be a technical glitch?"

"I checked it seventeen times and it's completely normal."

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Armstrong nodded.

This is also in line with his thoughts.

The reincarnation mechanism that has been running smoothly for so long went wrong when Bai Tangjing took action?

How can it be?!

"Psychic attack, I've never seen him use it before this time. What other methods does the monster have that it hasn't shown yet?"

Even though he personally formulated and planned to personally execute the plan against Bai Tangjing, Armstrong was still sincerely amazed by the power of this enemy.

In this world where the ability to read has just spread and is in the stage of vigorous development, any strange supernatural ability that appears can be quickly believed and accepted by people.

But it is different from all those who want to take action against Bai Tangjing due to ambition or desire.

Steven Armstrong, there was no trace of apprehension or uneasiness in this man's eyes.

It seems that what he is about to face is not "the strongest man in mankind", but just a battle that must be won.

Although there are twists and turns, the victorious outcome has already been determined.

"Only 5% is left to reach the minimum threshold for the plan to start."

The last person among the three spoke coldly.

"No matter what other means he has, after the plan is completed, it will just be a bug in front of the wheel."

"This is a force that mere humans cannot disobey!"

"Absolute power!"

The speaker was of short stature, with his arms folded across his chest. He did not cover his prosthetic transformation with a coat like Foehn Feng did.

The original fleshy body was revealed with only a mouth and nose left.

The color of his prosthetic body is a red and black gradient.

Combined with the strange atmosphere created by his cold thoughts, it seemed as if the blood was transforming from a vivid flow into a dead blood scab.

One of the highest combat capabilities of the terrorist organization [Desperados]——Monsoon.

He is a twisted mind who embodies the concept of "power first" in every word he speaks.

"Ji Feng is right."

As the architect of the plan, Armstrong certainly agreed with Monsoon's point of view.

No one knows better than him how terrifying that power can be when the plan is truly launched.

"Foehn, supervise the transport speed of the mad dragon crystals and be optimistic about this warehouse."

The bald man nodded indifferently, and began to take over the collaborative operations of various departments in the software in his head.

"As for you, Ji Feng."

Armstrong pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his face and looked down at his subordinates seriously.

"We can't guarantee whether Bai Tangjing will rush to Washington with a nonchalant attitude. You should always be ready to fight."

"clear."

Before the plan is complete, we have to face Baitang Jing personally.

Armstrong knew in his heart that to everyone except himself, this was equivalent to a straightforward saying: "Go to hell."

But the monsoon promised to do so without delay.

It was as relaxed and confident as being asked to "water a flower in the backyard."

Armstrong did not feel uneasy at all because of this seemingly frivolous response.

Because he clearly understood that no one in the world understood the cruelty of battle better than Ji Feng.

But no one follows the ideal he describes more faithfully than Ji Feng.

Therefore, since Ji Feng agreed, there was no reason for him to be worried.

The two people around him were busy themselves, while Armstrong himself was still staring deeply at the silhouette in the darkness.

What is quite contrasting is:

Foehn Feng, who is tall and burly and has an imposing manner, holds a management position similar to that of a secretary or custodian.

Not to mention his short stature, which can only be regarded as a normal Ji Feng, he is an out-and-out combat fighter.

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Bai Tangjing held the mobile phone in his hand, and after thinking for a while about the "new technology" that could pose a huge threat to him.

Without a clue, he pulled out a number from his address book and dialed it.

After a while of ringing, the call was immediately connected.

"This is Yagami."

First, the habitual phone etiquette, the habit of old friends made Bai Tangjing couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth.

Because he knew that this guy would definitely explode in the next moment.
To be continued...