Living with a Teacher: The Merry Student

"Let's not talk about that for now. I want to ask, how many people do you have around here?" Zhuo Yifan asked abruptly.

"Manpower? There are probably more than 30 people. But they are all around London. There are only ten people around. Why are you asking this?" Ryan explained casually, and then asked back.

Zhuo Yifan did not answer Ryan's question, but turned to Liu Haoran and asked:

"It's between 300 and 70 people. It's hard to say the specifics. The ones that were dealt with by Tony are the ones we saw on the road. There are four batches, about six to seventy people!" Liu Haoran recalled.

"So, there are at least 100 people on the other side, and maybe there are backup supplies. I don't know how powerful these people are. If the other side attacks aggressively, it will be a problem for us!" Zhuo Yifan frowned. He pondered.

"Why don't I transfer my people over again?" Liu Haoran suggested.

"No need. Those you arranged today should be outside intelligence personnel called temporarily, not all of them are your own people, right? A lot of words," Zhuo Yifan asked bluntly.

"That's right. In Europe, I only sent eight people to take charge. Among them, after I came, I transferred two from other cities, and to be precise, only three were our own people. The rest of the people were called up temporarily in the local area. Most of them are ordinary people!" Liu Haoran nodded and said.

"That's it. It's better to let them use their expertise and specifically mention us to collect intelligence. The intelligence on my side, plus yours, I think we will have no problem in terms of intelligence." Zhuo Yifan said arrange road. [

"What about your eight subordinates?" Ryan reminded at this time.

"I was just going to ask you. What happened to them? Didn't you let you be directly responsible?" Zhuo Yifan changed the subject and asked Ryan.

"They are still looking for the whereabouts of those guys according to what you said, but it's a pity that they haven't moved yet. It's about Ollini's business. They helped me a lot. Now the bait has gone down, just waiting for the fish to take the bait Alright!" Ryan nodded and explained.

"Call the eight of them here first. We will be less stressed if there are more people." Zhuo Yifan ordered bluntly.

"Okay! I'll arrange it now!" Ryan agreed, then got up and left the hall.

As soon as Ryan left, the angel walked in with his back.Zhuo Yifan and Liu Haoran's hearts moved at the same time, and their eyes were on the angel in unison.The former blurted out and asked:

The angel's pretty face has a trace of dignity, it can also be said that his complexion is not good-looking.

Hearing Zhuo Yifan's question, she sighed somewhat helplessly, then nodded slowly and said:

"But we have to listen! Tell me directly!" Zhuo Yifan frowned, and from the angel's words, he had already realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Let's put it this way, these people are indeed a special group of people who have been genetically modified. It's just that their bodies are basically the same as normal people from the outside to the inside. You can't judge them in any way. The situation is right. The only way is to use scientific instruments and methods to analyze the cells and the structure of each part of their body, and then compare the composition and proportion with ordinary people." Angel took a deep breath, and then slowly explained.

"Sit down and talk! Where did you draw the conclusion from?" Zhuo Yifan motioned the angel to sit down first, and asked again.

"It's actually very simple. It's enough to test their blood and skin tissue samples. Although the equipment I brought is not complete, I can make a general judgment. Their blood and skin look normal. There is no difference between human beings, but they are actually very different. Some important components are completely different, and the density is also completely different. Simply put, all aspects of their bodies are dozens of times higher than ordinary people." The angel explained with a sinking tone.

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