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To run, or not to run?

This is a problem.

Now that Makoto Waizumi’s identity has been exposed, it is likely that he will incur a retaliatory attack by Kyosuke Takasaka.

A player at the peak of the extraordinary level was watching him all the time, and Kazumi Makoto was also a little stressed.

But if he leaves Toei by plane and goes to South Africa, Siberia, South America, the Middle East, which are weakly controlled, he will not only be able to get rid of Kyosuke Takasaka, but also solve the pressure of Toei officials.

However, there is a problem.

Will Dongying officials let him leave the country?

Apparently impossible.

“So, send a large number of pairs of Demon Ninja to disguise themselves as different identities, and I also mixed in and fled Dongying through commercial trade reasons…”

Recalling this plan, Kazumi Makoto frowned:

“However, it’s still too early, and it’s not worth letting me run away with a Takasaka Kyosuke.”

Sighing, Kazumi Makoto leaned back on the sofa and squinted, thinking back to the war just now.

Lingspartacus is simply the most perfect tackler in the world.

Even the manor built by Kazumi Makoto was already comparable to a real military fortress, but it was still vulnerable under the siege of Spartacus.

He needs more strength.

Ballast level.

“In addition, I must not only improve my actual ‘zero four zero’ strength, but also complete my subordinates’ ability against the demon ninjas…”

Thinking of this, Kazumi fell into deep thought.

At the same time, the head maid of the Demon Ninja with a long ponytail stood in front of him.

The plump black-haired woman bowed slightly, her pretty face was solemn, and the black-framed glasses she wore had a unique sense of solemnity.

“Master, politicians from the Dongying Ministry of Internal Affairs ask for a meeting.”

“Oh?”

Kazumi Makoto frowned.

He gestured, got up and walked towards the drawing room.

In the palatial living room, steaming black tea has been laid out on the solid wood coffee table with gold wire.

Kazumi sat down, sipping bitter tea and savoring the mellow aroma of the slight bitterness.

“Tuk tuk—”

At the same time, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked over.

It was a sloping Mediterranean man, who stood somewhat restrained across from Kazumi Makoto, and after gesturing with his hand, he resigned himself to sitting on the sofa opposite the boy.

“Mr. Waizumi.”

He wanted to say something, but Kazumi Makoto took the teacup and gestured slightly, sipping the tea without saying a word.

Looking at Hequan Makoto’s appearance, this middle-aged politician looked embarrassed and sweated like rain.

Under the guidance of the Demon Shinobi, he crossed the main road that turned into ruins, and also saw the manor that was turned into a military fortress.

There is no doubt that to be able to build such a military fortress in the downtown area, the power and energy of this young man are immeasurable.

So can’t be offended.

With this benchmark in mind, the shrunken politician watched Kazumi sip tea, and after a few minutes, he heard the young man’s calm words:

“Sir of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, what are you doing?”

“Well, actually, I’m not here on behalf of the Ministry of Internal Affairs…”

The middle-aged politician covered the Mediterranean hairstyle on his head, wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly explained to Hequan Makoto:

“On behalf of Prime Minister Uchika, I extend an invitation to Mr. Waizumi.”

“Invite?” Sipping bitter tea, He Quancheng looked at this middle-aged man:

“I’m not interested in going to any banquets or dances.”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

The middle-aged man said in a panic: “Prime Minister Inner Pavilion and the third organ jointly resolved that they want to cultivate you into Dongying’s next ‘suppression-level player’ to assist in the defense of Dongying’s territory. ”

“Oh?” He Quancheng frowned: “Suppression-level player? What do you mean? ”

“This…” The middle-aged man hesitated.

Among the countries of the world, the officials of each country have mastered the suppression level of players, and the total number is about dozens.

Each of these dozens of suppression-level players is a “city-level” strategic force, equivalent to a humanoid nuclear warhead.

Every player who suppresses the level can wipe out one, the economy, and even the military.

Only equal pressure-level players can balance each other, which is already a tacit secret.

But now, all of Toei’s previous suppression-level players have been recruited by the United States of America to immigrate, and the only hidden nun, Aya Amakawa, has also started her tenth dimensional game due to the war with Kyosuke Takasaka.

In the setting of the dimensional game, after each person has experienced ten dimensional games, he or she will be kicked out of the real world forever and live in other multiverses.

Therefore, Dongying’s only suppression-level hole card was also completely destroyed.

At this moment, Toei no longer has a pressure-level player at the bottom of the box, and there may be dozens of super-level players, but they all avoid Kyosuke Takasaka.

“We need a real suppression-level player to solve the trouble caused by the violent terrorist Takasaka.”

The Mediterranean politician covered his head, bent over, and said pitifully:

“And Mr. Hequan, you are the ‘Suppression Seed’ selected by the upper level, and you have the qualifications and ability to become a Suppression Level player…”

“I see what you mean.”

Kazumi Makoto nodded.

Obviously, since the last Suppression Level player has disappeared, Dongying has to cultivate a new Suppression Level player that belongs to them.

And they, focused their attention on Hequan Makoto.

“Except for me?” Pouting, Kazumi Makoto stared at this politician:

“Presumably, besides me, there should be other suppression-grade seeds, right?”

“Yes, Mr. Kazumi.” Wiping his sweat, this Mediterranean politician did not shy away: “There are a total of three extraordinary level peak players, as the suppression level seeds of this plan, the official will devote all resources to cultivate the three of you into suppression level players.” ”

“Oh? All resources? ”

Makoto Kazumi scoffed.

“Yes, all resources!” The politician nodded, and Kazumi put down his teacup.

“Snap-”

Listening to the sound of the bottom of the teacup colliding with the coffee table, the middle-aged politician was stunned.

“Don’t worry.” Kazumi shrugged his shoulders, leaned on the soft leather sofa, and examined the middle-aged man in the Mediterranean with interest:

“I’m interested in this project, what resources can you provide?”

“This…” The middle-aged politician who was Xie Ding was a little embarrassed:

“What do you want? As long as we can do it, we can meet your requirements. ”

“Yes?” Hearing this, Kazumi shrugged his shoulders.

Instead of a lion opening his mouth, he waved his hand boredly and signaled to the politician:

“I want blood samples from all official gamers.”

“This…” This time, the politician was stunned.

Blood sample?

He looked at the teenager in front of him, his face a little strange.

This request is too strange.

Many gamers who join Institution Three or other official agencies have to have blood drawn for examination and will also keep blood samples.

But what does he want a blood sample for…

This request was so strange that he had to nod first:

“I’ll report back to my superiors, Mr. Kazumi. 0”

“Hmm.” With a slight bow, Kazumi Cheng waved his hand and said, “In addition, I need some knowledge skill cards, as well as some weapon design drawings from dimensional games. ”

“What do you want these for?” Listening to the young man’s request, the middle-aged politician felt a little subtle.

Whether it is a knowledge skill card or a weapon design drawing in a dimensional game, it is very rare.

Moreover, these things have almost nothing to do with promoting “suppressing players”!

“……”

Kazumi Makoto looked at him calmly, and the middle-aged politician also looked away, nodded and hurriedly said: “I will apply to my superiors…”

“Hmm.”

With a slight bow, Kazumi Makoto picked up the teacup again.

At the same time, the blonde maid standing on the side had already filled him with tea.

Serve tea to guests.

Looking at the back of the middle-aged politician, he and Quan Cheng leaned on the sofa without saying a word.

“Three Suppression-level player seeds?”

Sneered disdainfully.

“There are hundreds of thousands of gamers around the world, and less than one in 10,000 players are in the suppression level, and it is not so easy to promote the suppression level player…”

In his opinion, Dongying’s official plan is just a fool’s dream.

If you want to be promoted to the suppression level player, you not only need the player’s own strong will and strong heart, but also need coincidences again and again…

Now, Hequan Makoto, who had obtained the male blood of the pillar, was already close to the threshold of the suppression level.

As long as he copies enough bloodline enhancement or other skills, he can achieve qualitative transformation with quantitative change and reach the realm of suppression.

That’s not the focus at the moment, though…

“Perhaps, I can use this opportunity to seek more official authority, so that my blood descendants can occupy a higher status and power in this capitalist country.”

Recalling the negotiation just now, Kazumi squinted, his lenses shining brightly.

“I can take advantage of the situation, with the power of the Toei official, to establish a black market in Tokyo that belongs to players, which is used to trade equipment props or special prizes 3.4 that burst out of dimensional games, and squeeze a large number of dimensional points by rake…”

“Not only that, but I can also use this intelligence network to obtain a large number of players’ private information and harvest the equipment or items that I can use.”

In the mind, a huge conceptual framework emerges.

For Hequan Makoto, no matter what means, as long as it can achieve the goal, it is worth trying.

“Does it belong to the players’ exchange?”

Leaning back on the leather sofa, Kazumi was lost in thought.

……

Meanwhile, within Tokyo.

Dozens of capitalists and politicians who have been transformed into extreme biological bloodlines gathered in a hotel hall.

This is their regular meeting.

“Bloodline will.”

An old man sitting in the main seat is the chairman of an electronic business giant in Dongying.

He looked around at the crowd, mostly big capitalists who monopolized a certain industry, and some politicians or military officers who were in the limelight.

There is even a high-ranking general of the US military stationed in Japan.

“Now, announce the order of the sect master.”

These big men, united by bloodline, declared in a calm tone:

“Collect information and intelligence from all gamers in the Dongying Territory…”

“Encircle them and make them a part of us.” _

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