After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

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Special Operations Headquarters.

Tang Xun'an walked into the \u002661352;\u00268204;most\u002657603;\u00268204; central building.

The armed men guarding the door saluted him, and Tang Xun'an also nodded slightly, 58984;\u00268204; in response.

I don't know if it's the illusion of the workers, Tang Xun'an's expression today is particularly indifferent.

There seemed to be a mass of black murderousness lingering indistinctly.

Few people know that the basement of the central building is actually a cell for special prisoners.

As a violent institution, the methods adopted by the Special Operations Department may not be so humane under abnormal \u002657618; \u00268204; circumstances.

It has been \u002661352;\u00268204; a week since I left the botanical garden. Tang Xun'an comes to the headquarters to report every day, more diligently than walking a dog.

07 Disappeared after his talent expired, researcher Ren Xuan committed suicide by jumping off a building, and believers from the Kingdom of God mixed into the training team. For one thing, the finger is directed at the \u002661352;\u00268204; First Research Institute.

Insiders even suspected that the First Institute's high-level pollutants were being traded.

trial room.

Bai Ze came out of the airtight darkroom, \u002659023;\u00268204; sighed helplessly.

Tang Xun'an was smoking at the door. The new tranquilizer is peppermint.

The previous battle made his disease degree increase 61352; a lot, and he just went to the research institute to get new medicine a few days ago.

The special medicine used by Tang Xun'an has not been circulated in the market because of its high cost.

It's useless. Bai Ze said, There are indeed clues in him. But hypnosis is useless to him.

B-level auxiliary system Apocalypse, Bai Ze.

Talent: Hypnotic cue perception.

This he refers to the current director of the First Research Institute, Gong Weibin.

Tang Xun'an opened the door, walked in, sat opposite Gong Weibin, and looked at it.

The old man's hair was already grizzled, his hands were handcuffed in front of his body, under the thinning hair\u002657455;\u00268204;, even flesh-brown age spots could be seen.

He is a researcher at the same time as Qiao Yu, and also an apocalypse. Awakened is the \u002657455;\u00268204; substitute Gene Editing of Talent 13 Gene Recombination, serial number 104, which is almost 140 years old now.

When he saw Tang Xun'an, the old man couldn't help grinning: I still stick to my 61232; original opinion. You will become the biggest unstable factor. It's a pity that Director Qiao is always so kind. Now 100,000 The high-voltage electricity is useless to you. As long as the disease degree exceeds 100, the black dragon representing despair will return to the earth and bring real despair to the world... I have seen the painting of No. 0, You've seen it too. We all know what the \u002659023;\u00268204; future holds.

In the early years, Tang Xun'an would still be irritated by such words, or would defend in panic.

But now, he just smoked quietly, very quiet, with no expression on his face, looking domineering.

Long periods of silence often stress the person being interrogated. Gong Weibin is no exception, but his spirit is still very calm.

He knew that Tang Xun'an couldn't do anything to him because the evidence was insufficient and the clues were interrupted.

To be honest, even his arrest was actually against the rules.

Tang Xun'an didn't start talking until the cigarette was finished.

My gift is \u002659023;\u00268204; time, he said. I know better than you that the future can be changed.

Different branches are destined to lead to the same result. It's like different rivers flowing into the same sea. Gong Weibin had a sarcastic smile on his face, I admit, I don't like you. But I am very clear about your value to the human camp now. The First Research Institute \u002657603;\u00268204; still has\u002659023;\u00268204;more than a hundred scientific researchers, I really cannot guarantee that everyone's thinking is highly unified.

It's like you don't like me either. My spiritual power threshold is not high, and I'm still a weak old man. But you didn't pull out the yellow dust, did you?

Tang Xun'an's golden eyes stared at him. Cold and inorganic.

For a moment, he was indeed intent on killing.

But this killing intent was quickly restrained by more realistic things.

Information from the first research institute Unfinished scientific research projects Responses from the rest of the research institutes...

\u002658311;\u00268204;Contamination and disease\u002659023;\u00268204;The three related departments cooperate with each other\u002658984;\u00268204;, but rarely interfere with each other. All internal cleaning strategies are adopted.

This is mainly for 61352; to hijack the Special Operations Department. In history, there was indeed such a thing as an Apocalypse from the Special Operations Department, who, because of a dispute with logistics, hurt 57455; killers and bloodbathed 61352; a city's pollution disease prevention and control center.

Arms have always required regulation, as well as rules. Gong Weibin can be killed, but it is very troublesome. Because of his special status, there are 59023; many people behind him to support him.

Tang

Xun An does not want to disrupt this delicate balance for the time being.

So, he changed a condition: I want the First Research Institute to stop human transplantation.

In the early days, transplant surgery was mainly transplanted from pollutants. This kind of operation is risky, expensive, and the rejection reaction is serious. It's just that people at that time had to try in order to gain more powerful power.

Later, Gong Weibin created 61352; human talent transplantation.

Transplanting the talents of the newly awakened Apocalypse with a low threshold of spiritual power to the Apocalypse with a high threshold of spiritual power can better exert its strength.

He studied for a long time, performed 61352; many black operations, and suffered a lot of punishment. But he still only dared to propose surgery after Qiao Yu's death.

Gong Weibin wants to transplant the gene recombination from Qiao Yu's body to himself. The reason is very high-sounding - for the future of mankind.

This \u002661232;\u00268204; is not \u002659023;\u00268204; allowed. Just in case, Qiao Yu's students even chose to cremate the body of their mentor immediately after his death.

Finally, send Qiao Yu's urn to the \u002661352;\u00268204; cemetery, and \u002658311;\u00268204; the dead lover to be buried together.

After Qiao Yu's death, the original research institute was divided into 13 institutes. Now they have gone to \u002661352;\u00268204; different research fields. But the first research institute is still the one with the highest level of scientific research.

Gong Weibin said slowly: The volunteers we choose are all voluntary donations. And basically they are old volunteers who are about to die. The institute thanks them for their contributions...

If you don't agree, I will destroy the'61352;\u00268204; First Research Institute. Tang Xun'an also answered seriously, Just like you think I am an unstable factor in human society, I also think that your First Research Institute , will become a factor of social instability.”

History is always written by the victors. If you think the experimental subjects in your hand can beat me, then you can give it a try.

Gong Weibin narrowed his \u002661352;\u00268204; soybean-sized eyes.

It has been 59023;8204;61352;8204; almost 50 years since Director Qiao passed away and Gong Weibin became the director and took over No. 1.

In the First Research Institute\u002657603;\u00268204;, the spiritual power threshold of Experiment No. 1 is actually higher than that of Tang Xun'an\u002661352;\u00268204;.

That is Gong Weibin's most outstanding \u002658984;\u00268204; work. He even felt that this work could perfectly replace Tang Xun'an——No. 1 possessed a combat ability not inferior to a tyrant and loyalty to the research institute that a tyrant did not 59023; at all.

Subject No. 1. Undocumented S-Class Apocalypse, The Hound. Lesion degree 67.3.

Spiritual Power Threshold: 14700.

Talent: 23 Berserker, 129 Fighting Expert, 271 Teleportation, 273 Juli.

If it is said that Tang Xun'an grew up in battle, then the hound took the completely opposite path.

He was drugged.

...It's just that now is not the time to bring out the hound.

Gong Weibin thought for a while, then smiled and said, Deal.

In the middle of the night, Tang Xun'an finally finished 61352; a day's work and returned home.

Summer is very hot, Xiaotian turned on the air conditioner, and watched the female anchor learn to dance in the living room. When the interest comes up, I will give the anchor a little reward.

It\u002658311;\u00268204;Tang Xun'an shared the same bank account, and the number of 0s on Tang Xun'an's bank card was already too many for Xiaotian's two dog paws to count.

In short, it is the big brother of many anchors in the live broadcast area.

Many female anchors have expressed their affection for it, but it's a pity that people and dogs don't, which makes Xiaotian very regretful.

It\u002658311;\u00268204;like its owner, is an older single dog.

Recently, Xiaotian discovered that his master seems to have 59023;\u00268204;61352;\u00268204; some changes. Specifically: Standing on the balcony every night, silently watching the direction of the headquarters training base. Occasionally giggles suddenly. Get up in the morning\u002657455;\u00268204;Consciously use the tail to hook the air next to it.

Combining the report he got from the liaison officer Xiao Wang before, Xiaotian reasonably deduced that his master is following a certain student surnamed Lu.

Today marks the official end of the academy training. Tang Xun'an got up early in the morning and took out the jade pendant left to him by his mother which had been dusty for a long time.

What my mother said when she passed away is that she probably won't see Tang Xun'an marrying a wife... If you meet someone you like in the future, remember to leave this family heirloom to him or her.

But today, as soon as Tang Xun'an came back, he sat motionless on the sofa, his eyes lost in thought.

His hand\u002657603;\u00268204; still held the gift from the headquarters. Lu Yan's information.

If Zhou Qiming had been there, he would probably have seen 61352; some subtle changes in the golden title on his head that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Probably from Desperate Black Dragon to \u002661352;\u00268204; Broken Love の Black Dragon

.

Xiaotian could keenly feel that his master's mood was not right. So he turned off the \u002661352;\u00268204;live broadcast very thoughtfully, moved to Tang Xun'an's side, and spread out his \u002661352;\u00268204;soft belly.

Touch, human. Touch until you're happy.

Tang Xun'an glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Xiaotian's dog eyes shrugged \u002657455;\u00268204;: Why \u002661352;\u00268204; Baoer, the heirloom was rejected?

No... Tang Xun'an replied, speaking slowly, I didn't send it out.

Xiaotian suddenly jumped three feet high: Why? Brother, are you so cowardly? This is not your style!

His\u002659023;\u00268204;boyfriend\u002661352;\u00268204;.

\u002658984;\u00268204; As a person with a high sense of morality, Tang Xun'an couldn't do such a thing as a third party getting involved.

Xiaotian\u002661232;\u00268204;ji immediately opened Taobao.com and searched for key words: Thailand lowering the head\u002658984;\u00268204;to break up.

It was disappointed to find that this kind of thing has been banned by the whole network because it involves feudal superstition.

Xiaotian had no choice but to stretch out his dog's paw to comfort him: It's okay, you are in good health, Xiao Lu's partner must have died earlier than you.

Just as he was talking, the screen of the iPad lit up, and the Tianqi Forum app reminded Tang Xun'an that he had received a new text message.

He doesn't have this software installed on his phone, and his iPad is used by dogs. Because it ranks first in the forum, I can receive many private messages every day.

Normally, Tang Xun'an would not look at it.

But today, in order to share his attention, Xiaotian suddenly opened the 61352; chat box.

Listen? Who is this person? Xiaotian muttered to himself.

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed 61352; three meters away by his master's hand, fell off the sofa, and fell a real dog gnawed mud.

Listening Truth: In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, I thought about it and clarified.

Listen: I'm single.

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