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All kinds of speculation about it have never stopped. As the forefront of the development of trendy entertainment culture, the Colombian media is very familiar with this aspect, and all kinds of so-called black materials are easy to come by.

Of course, Rheinland Life's public relations team is not a vegetarian. After direct intervention in various media and self-media, this part of the public opinion has gradually calmed down.

The big guys are also big local hooligans... It's a big company, and it's easy to deal with these media.

And to be serious, the shareholders and directors of those media companies may all be people from these technology companies.

But in other words, these public opinions can be fermented for a short time, the fundamental reason is that the project that this office is facing is true and it is difficult not to think too much.

If there is no demand, how can there be a corresponding supply?

Therefore, if Rheinland Life had not been able to predict the occurrence of highly hazardous pollution, how could it have set up such an office in the company?

Otherwise, who will pay for it?Who can settle the score?

Especially during this period, the director of the Defense Department visited the office one after another, and even stayed here for a long time, which only aggravated outsiders' suspicions about this office.

These include, but are not limited to, the director of the Defense Department, the woman known as the King of Rheinland Boxers, who has finally reached puberty and so on.

Although this rumor was directly confirmed as a rumor by the real owner, this rumor is by no means groundless.

Because the new director of this office is indeed very handsome. Even among the same group of ancestors, he can be regarded as a maverick.

The sculpture-like face of the ancestors of Pelo seems to have stepped off the ancient Sargon murals, resolute and wild, and the developed and strong muscles are spread on his body like armor, but there is no such excess The bloated feeling of muscle hypertrophy is more like an extremely compressed alloy. Just standing there can make people feel the huge mass rushing towards them.

But these explosive powers and brutality are wrapped up in exquisite modern civilized clothes.

Suits and leather shoes, round frame gold-rimmed glasses, humble and kind personality and polite attitude.

If you don't look at his appearance and just communicate through voice, then everyone will think that the person talking to you should be a highly respected professor.

Although from a realistic point of view, this is more like a 152-meter gun pointing its muzzle at you, and then chatting with you about your family.

Especially those muscles that almost broke the buttons on his suit shirt.

Wu Qing, a strange person who suddenly appeared in the company for other Rheinland employees.

The peculiarity lies in his connotation that does not match his wild appearance, his safe and shrewd methods, and his combat power that can satisfy the Rhine King of Fighters.

In the defense department, it is useless to say anything else. Being able to fight is the most critical point.

The sound of the electronic doorbell spread throughout the office where only Wu Qing was alone. Amidst his gentle greeting, the director of the Rhine Life Defense Department came through the sliding door.

"Leader, you seem to be looking a little bad today. Is it because you didn't get any rest last night?"

After Wu Qing saw the person coming, he put down the report in his hand and ran to a corner of the office to pick up the kettle.

Ceria walked to the sofa in the office and sat down. After sighing heavily, her body as hard as a barrier also showed a rare hint of fatigue:

"It's just dealing with some internal voices again."

"It seems that there have been some overactive thoughts in the construction department of the general manager recently." Wu Qing said in a flat tone, and brought a cup of coffee to Sereya: "Please drink."

This may be something that the media can't quite capture. One of the reasons why Seria likes to come to this office is because Wu Qing's coffee suits her taste.

After drinking a cup of coffee, Seria cheered up a little with the help of the bitter aroma.

She pushed some of the documents she brought onto the coffee table in front of the sofa, and motioned Wu Qing to pick them up and read:

"This time, it cannot be said that it is the idea of ​​the general administration, or that... except for the defense department, all departments have their own ideas.

"Wu Qing, you are right. Many things have changed in places we have never seen, and they are running wildly with a barbaric momentum."

Wu Qing looked at these documents seriously, pushing the glasses on his face from time to time. After reading all the contents, he put the documents in his hand flatly back on the table:

"About the conjecture that chimera therapy is used for militarization, we had made an assumption two months ago, and we had confirmed this in the joint project between the Engineering Department and the Originium Technology Application Department.

"The high compression ratio liquid source stone has a frighteningly perfect effect on weapon fuel, and it easily passed the review of the Rhine Bioethics Committee and was put into actual combat with a democratic vote of nine to one. .”

Wu Qin put his hands flat on his knees, even though every breath he took was very steady, it still gave people the illusion that he would explode at any time:

"Under such a premise, new experiments will be deployed bypassing the Defense Department, which should be an outcome we can foresee."

The sound of the coffee cup colliding with the glass coaster sounded. Sereya looked at Wu Qing and said slowly: "Your wording is not accurate enough. It should be said that the deployment should be done around me."

"My negligence, leader." Wu Qing nodded slightly: "The transfer work this time is a sign of the early implementation. The date of the first experiment of the structure department is coming soon, and if you are not in Columbia by then, it will be theirs." A happy situation to see.”

"Then the advice you gave was also to leave Colombia?"

Serena's gaze was always like a heavy sword, thick and deadly enough: "Qing Wu, I need an explanation."

"I'm just looking for more backup, leader." Wu Qing replied calmly, "At this point, we have been unable to find a perfect solution to the problem within the framework of Rhine Life.

"One's own power is limited after all, and being a tragic lone hero is even less conducive to solving the core of the problem in a practical sense."

Wu Qing touched the buttons on his cuffs and straightened the silver button with the World Tree printed on it: "My best friend once said that choosing to change the situation with solitude and courage before the end of the road is nothing more than A self-movement, I recognize this.

"At the moment, a little concession is a feasible and necessary choice, and there is no reason for us to choose the road that is promising for a while but has no chance in the end.

"Patience and waiting are the best cornerstones for success."

There was another long silence. Every time Ceria came to this office, it was this kind of silence that gained the most.

"Will there be a solution from Ursus?"

In the end, Seriya said: "I am referring to a more accurate plan, a plan that can be verified, implemented, and completed, not a so-called concept or theoretical design.

"You should understand what I mean. What I want is not comfort and guidance. What I want is a solution."

Wu Qing laughed, which was a rare thing for him - more times before that, he just smiled, not like now.

He was so confident that there seemed to be a dazzling light shining through him.

It was as if there was no problem in this world that could stop him.

Or more precisely, them.

"Yes, leader."

Wu Qing said: "Salvation lies within it."

"Then, what are we waiting for?" Ceria stood up and looked into Wu Qing's eyes: "Let's go to Ursus now."

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Chapter 172: See! Iai!——Deng!

Kazdare, moorland.

A young and immature girl was sitting on a round chair holding a cup of hot water. She looked like a little girl, but the weather in her eyes and the characteristics of the Blood Demon clan all proved that this was the case. She was just a young-looking woman from the Sarkaz Blood Demon Clan.

On the opposite side of her, a charming Ursus woman who looked to be in her thirties was putting a few honey cakes on the table.

Then, she sat down holding the old tray, as if reminiscing about something:

"Where should I start?

"If you think about it carefully, it's not appropriate to use the word "Jiuyuan" as the beginning..."

……

That is indeed a very heroic legendary story. In a critical moment, a savior suddenly appeared or something.

Although to this continent, a person's life is nothing.

Not to mention that this is Kazdel, the place where the chaos began.

But precisely because of this, when a person only has his own life in the world, the person who saves his life is the undoubted savior, right?

The broken and dilapidated urban ruins can shelter us from the wind and rain, but it cannot provide us with any shelter when faced with natural disasters.

This is how we live here. In fact, in Kazdare, there are only a few people who can live in the city.

Displacement is the norm, so we are exposed to the wind and sand every day, grabbing a little leftovers from the mouth of death that will allow us to survive.

This is how it should be every day, until one day even this kind of routine is broken.

At first we thought it was an earthquake, but soon we realized that the shaking was not so much an earthquake as some kind of large creature digging under our feet.

Then, the yellow demon appeared about 500 meters away from the city ruins.

A hole opened in the earth, and then tons of soil fell into the seemingly bottomless cave like flowing water.

A huge, hill-like existence just climbed up from the ground in such a majestic way, its whole body was glowing like the color of the deepest rock, and its sharp horns covered its body like a carapace. Its wing membrane is so thick that it can cover the sky, and the exposed oracle bone on the tip of its tail is even more powerful than a giant hammer to attack a city.

But the most difficult thing to look away from, or perhaps the most frightening thing, is its pair of huge horns.

Ferocious, huge, thick and indestructible.

Those are the double horns belonging to the devil, which can easily penetrate any barrier in the world, from man-made city walls to the hearts of human beings.

It just stretched its legs and ran forward, crushing the wreckage of the city into pieces.

The broken city wall is like a superficial bubble, and the unfallen building is like a chocolate bar. On its way forward, nothing can stop its footsteps.

For us, this is the most direct natural disaster.

We were like camel beasts being driven away with a whip, we ran in the opposite direction of the demon in a panic, but the demon was so huge that it only needed to take one step, enough to span more than ten meters distance.

The space between each other is constantly being drawn closer, and some people who fell to the ground are directly covered by the dust it raises.

The screams disappeared in that moment. We didn't dare to think about what happened to them, for we were deeply afraid that the horrible situation would happen to us in the next second.

In the process of escaping, a few people barely plucked up the courage to fight back.

Spears, sharp arrows, thunder and fireballs were more than enough for bandits and robbers, but facing that demon... even the sharpest arrows could not leave a white mark on its eyelids.

Thinking about it, it is a monster that can dig underground, so how can it be afraid of our methods?

We ran, feeling terrified that our strength was gradually being consumed, and aware that despair was approaching us like a stroll in the garden.

But at this moment, a figure appeared among the fleeing crowd.

He stood there, dividing the crowd, looking directly at the huge demon without fear.

No, it can't be said to be fearless, it should be said to be filled with a kind of excitement, just like a hunter seeing his favorite prey.

I thought he was crazy at the time, because after the demon approached, instead of retreating, he walked backwards toward the crowd.

Then, I heard him cheering.

He called the monster a horned dragon, and calculated what material he could peel off from the monster.

Maybe it was because of my obsession, I didn't know why I stopped running away, and hid directly behind a car wreck on the side of the road, watching the hunter rushing in front of the monster.

Just when I thought he was about to be crushed to pieces by the monster, the hunter pulled out his oversized Tokoku sword.

The Taidao was longer than his whole body, and it completely lost the frivolity of Dongguo swords. On the contrary, it was more like an epee, heavy and sharp.

But in the hunter's hands, even this heaviness disappeared.

I don’t know what words to use to describe what I saw that day. It was a beautiful martial art that I had never seen before, and an impossible martial art that I couldn’t imagine how it could exist in this world.

Have you ever seen a bee, the kind of bee that can precisely avoid the trajectory of your wave when you wave it, and dance at your fingertips.

The hunter was such a bee, and against him the mighty monster struck, each blow tearing the earth apart, each hammering an earthquake.

But all of this can't affect the hunter.

Holding that strange sword, he dodged the monster's attack with an incredible pace, every time was just right, and he was able to launch a pursuit immediately after dodging.

And sometimes, he didn't even try to dodge. Instead, he put the sword in its sheath, just like a teacher treats a student, waiting for the monster to come forward by itself.

Yes, it is the kind of skill you mentioned, Dongguo's Iaijutsu.

But I have never seen such an Iai, as if the moment the sword was drawn, the concept called attack was directly chopped into pieces.

At that moment, I couldn't see his figure clearly. I could only see him and the monster passing by each other.

A deep knife mark appeared on the monster's body, but the hunter was unscathed.

Was it his speed that exploded at that moment and passed the monster's body directly, or did he turn into a shadow and pass through the monster directly?

I don't know, but I heard the hunter talking to himself.

'Bow your head, kick your feet left, charge, flick your tail...'

It was as if he had hunted the same monster countless times, remembered everything about it, and could deal with any changes at will.

And so it was, and I saw him cut off the monster's claws, tear its wings, shatter the carapaces of its legs, and chop off its great drumstick-like tail.

I seemed to be in a slaughterhouse, watching the butcher cut off the skin and bones of the animal with ease, tearing apart the fascia and shaving off the fat.

And the battle, which was so perfect that it seemed like a movie, finally stopped at a jump.

The hunter once again dodged the impact of the monster, still just in time for the huge horn of the monster to pass by an inch in front of him.