I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Sakazuki pressed the brim of his hat at him: "Justice lasts forever."

In the farewell farewell of a group of research experts, Sakazuki successfully boarded the modified crew cabin.

Looking down at the team of military experts crying down in front of the console, the Marshal suddenly realized that he was so popular in the scientific research department.

With the ignition of the pseudo-intercontinental missile, severe turbulence and severe noise echoing around the small cabin along with the trailing flame drag.

Sakazuki can barely get a glimpse of the outside world through the observation window opened at the warhead.

It was a pity that the deafening noise when the missile was launched made it hard for him to hear what the group of temple watchers on the remote console were talking about, who were crying and dragging ghost spiders on their faces and trying to get old.

But probably, it will be a farewell message like wishing you good luck and prosperity, right?

It is a pity that the howling of ghosts and wolves on the platform is far from the imaginary shout in Sakazuki.

"Dead ball!! It's over! GG! It's all over! Then it will be **** if the funds are not deducted!!!"

An expert caught his already brighter head and rubbed it. He was the head of the program group that wrote missile flight trajectories and corrected flight headings.

Since the ghost spider retracted the parasitic line, everyone is currently putting on an extremely depressed face.

Looking up at the missile that was gradually rising from the missile silo, the team leader couldn't help crying.

Another relatively young expert is also a sigh of unlucky fate.

He drooped his noble head, and covered his cheeks: "I also recognize the deduction of the budget and funds, but I am afraid that I will be sent back to the angry President Sa to hang a street lamp."

The punishment of hanging a street lamp is not harsh in the expeditionary army. In fact, it is just a symbol for someone who has been beaten and bruised while protecting the calf.

But when the younger generation who didn't know the inside story made mistakes, they turned it into a manifestation of Sa-style black belly.

"What's so scary about hanging street lights? Don't the braggs of the expeditionary army often get hung on the street lights after finishing their work?" The older experts still agreed that funding was more important.

The face is precious, but the price is higher.

If it is due to funding, both can be thrown away.

It should be the most true portrayal of the current scientific research department when holding the plan to the marshal of the budget.

But to get to the bottom of this ethos, Dr. Moira, the head of the Special Fuel R&D Department and one of the chief engineers of the [Ark Project], cannot be avoided.

For some reason, this female scientific madman who has always been indifferent to moral consciousness, in addition to the rigorous and meticulous display in the field of research, always gives people the illusion of being broken.

Sapo relied on soliciting sponsorship from all parties for resources, brazenly digging the corner of the world government research team, and frantically asking researchers and expert teams to work overtime.

As a result, many researchers in the scientific research department, which had been wandering in the distress of hairline regression, completely cut off the distress of choosing shampoo.

The ghost spider looked at the experts who were flaring his teeth and claws around him, and at the bald and shiny heads in front of him, the eight-armed spider demon chose to remain silent while sympathizing.

His long tan hair may not be considered soft, but...it always grows luxuriantly.

But the researchers didn't appreciate this, they blushed and stared at the ghost spider: "If President Sa asks you to operate the launch process, you can do it? Lieutenant General, are you not afraid of something wrong with that kind of semi-finished product!?"

But obviously, the ghost spider didn't take this seriously.

Anyone who has had the fortune to see how Sa always used his pectoralis major muscle strengthened by the armed color as a file in an attempt to break away from the sea tower stone ring on his wrist, and he would be amazed at the tyrannical physique that was hit by a cannonball for polishing.

If the missile exploded, it would explode. In any case, Mr. Sa will be on the scene to watch the fireworks.

Noting that the ghost spider dared to wander in front of everyone's eyes, the military experts of the Temple Watcher became even more angry.

As soon as the headed elder remembered that scientific research funding might have been lost for more than half a year in the future, he immediately pointed to the ghost spider's chest with righteous indignation and said, "If there is a problem with the missile halfway, you will be responsible in the future, do you know??! "

"Okay, President Sa has all flown away. Do you high-achieving students still embarrass me?!" The secret weaver of the Expeditionary Corps sighed lightly, and he looked at the group of researchers who started with a doctorate degree. , The abnormal bachelor spread his hands: "stop it again, then don't blame Ben will be your kind!"

A few old scholars immediately opened their eyes. They have worked for the Navy for many years, and many of them have participated in many dangerous or extremely risky experiments.

In order to obtain the first-hand data, they do not hesitate to take personal risks to record. There are not a few surveyors. Such a dedicated team of experts is not afraid of death, even if it is threatened by ghost spiders?

"You're welcome?! Damn, there were a dozen explosive rocks assembled from Lao Tzu's hands back then! Tell us, how are you going to be unkind? Are you going to kill your comrade-in-arms because of this kind of thing!"

In the face of the aggressively educated doctors, Ghost Spider did not explain, but took out a Yinbei from his arms without hesitation - it was a housekeeper's magic weapon gifted by the special operations team before leaving.

Under the sudden madness of the crowd, a lovely young female voice came out of Yinbei.

"Doctor, can't rest yet~"

Looking at the researchers who have been in a hurry to make birds and beasts, this powerful warrior who has followed Sakazuki for many years is still a little uneasy:

"Instead of having this spare time to complain here that I did not stop Sa Z, it is better to calculate the missile's flight trajectory data. We may have to take the Megatron to find people in the new world later."

"..."

"It makes sense!"

The researchers seemed to believe that probability was incompatible with the Sakazuki Marshal's horoscope, and hurriedly left the ghost spiders and turned to investigate various data.

The lieutenant army lieutenant turned away and walked out of the base. Recently, he has been busy coming to the fortress of Malin Vandor.

First, the precious archives and database are preparing files, and then the military area hospital with the best conditions in the headquarters is facing the floor refurbishment, and has to temporarily move the medical facilities and equipment to the mechanical giant city entrenched in the sky——【 Spear of Arden], an area has been demarcated as a temporary medical center.

At least, they explained this to the outside world.

If he was hit by the flat-headed brother of Doberman and he was busy doing some work, he might just have a blank eye.

If the lieutenant general of the same veteran legion is despised for passive sabotage, he is not General Kuzan, and he can't afford to lose this person.

Right now the navy headquarters has recruited too many masters, and only a few of them, who are obviously lieutenants, can't move, so the ghost spiders feel a little panicked.

Originally, there was at least President Sa who was equally incapable of fighting, and everyone could be regarded as sharing the joys and sorrows in the headquarters.

But at the moment, the Sakazuki master is running away!

In the name of rushing to aid the country, temporarily left the fortress of the headquarters.

While the ghost spider was straight and unhappy in his heart, he took a step towards the fortress.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of a researcher who did not start to sort out the data like others, but stood in the corner of everyone's vision that was most easily overlooked, and walked slowly towards the rear at a casual and lazy pace.

In the past, ghost spiders would naturally not take it seriously. The other party's move to leave the hall might be to go to the toilet or go back to the laboratory to extract a certain set of data.

But combined with the action of Sakazuki deliberately away from the headquarters, [Secret Weaver] couldn't help adding a coldness to the corners of his mouth, as if he hadn't seen it, and left the research and development base of the Templar Warden.

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ps: Today is a double update with a total of 6k words again, which is super tiring.

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