There were abandoned machines everywhere, and all kinds of weeds were half a person tall.
You can tell at a glance that this place is deserted for many years.
But behind somewhere where debris are piled up is a bright metal door, and there is an open space inside the door.
This is a biochemical laboratory, with biochemical machines placed in every corner, and transparent glass barrels contain human-shaped objects full of green. You can tell at a glance what evil things are.
And there were a few people wearing white coats and masks in front of those computer machines, silently pounding their work.
These people are like puppets, as if they only have work in their minds.
There is only one person, Japanese.
He is a Japanese samurai, wearing a white samurai suit and a long sword around his waist. He is about forty years old, 1.6 meters tall, and looks very short, but he looks very arrogant.
The man held the sword around his waist and kept patrolling.
At this moment, the lab suddenly remembered the sound of a beating alarm. The staff seemed to have not heard it and continued their work, while the Japanese samurai quickly became alert.
With a click, he pulled out half of the sword and quickly became alert. Then he hurried to the surveillance screen. After seeing the person standing at the door, his expression relaxed slightly.
Then he waved his hand, and then the heavy iron door of the laboratory opened buzzingly. The door seemed to have not been opened for a long time. When it was opened, the sound was like an old clock that had been covered with dust for a hundred years.
There is constant echo.
Then the man came in. The man was wearing ordinary workplace manager's clothes, suits and tie, etc., but the man was wearing a mask, as if he didn't want his appearance to be exposed.
"Long time no see you, your Excellency." The Japanese samurai bowed slightly and greeted him, but he still looked so arrogant.
"Is it okay?" The man seemed to have used a voice changer, and his voice sounded very low and depressing.
"Yes." The Japanese samurai nodded, "Didn't you say something about China? The safest place is the most dangerous place. It is very good, better than any place before."
"That's good." The man in the mask nodded, "Prepare and send me some more personnel. The Shura Sword will be born tomorrow, and I need people.
Those who are transformed into God or above.”
"Above God Transformation?" The Japanese samurai frowned, "It's a bit difficult. Are there so many powerful enemies?"
"Yes, there are many powerful enemies." The masked man nodded without thinking, and then said, "But I will solve one of them again."
But even so, other enemies cannot be underestimated."
"Okay, since that's the case, I'll give you those two experimental subjects that are about to succeed. Their strength is above the middle stage of the God Transformation." When this Japanese samurai heard the mask man say this, he thought for a while, then gritted his teeth, and finally said that
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"This is the best. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly."
"I believe you, the most friendly friend of the Empire. At that time, as long as you can get the Shura Sword, you will be one step closer to the resurrection of our Empire's God of War. At that time, if my empire can unify Central Asia, you will be the greatest hero."