I'm the former civilized Yingjie

If I had no relationship with Velvet, he would lose nothing, and on the contrary, he would owe me a favor.

Ryan rubbed his swollen brain. If his IQ was lower, he really couldn't analyze it. He had to admit that these senior officials were all human beings, but they just didn't put their intelligence on the right path.

"That person must be the big shot behind you. I think I met him during a budget committee meeting." Mebius came to him quietly and pursed his lips: "What did he say to you?"

"Some boring factional interests, these things require more brains than research." Ryan turned his head and did not explain anything about the pure-blood faction. Mebius didn't care anyway.

"Ah, it's really boring. Let me count them." Mebius stretched out his slender fingers and counted slowly: "Young Faction, Stable Faction, Pure Blood Faction, Evolution Faction, and what else?" The Faithists, it’s a shame that they are able to come up with so many tricks. Do they think this is kindergarten play house?”

These strange words made Ryan laugh, and he remembered a joke before time travel:

The most sci-fi thing about wandering the earth is not to promote the earth, but to unite mankind.

"Perhaps you have endless fun fighting with others. Anyway, it's understandable but hard to agree with. Let's not talk about them. Take me to see what your lair looks like."

Vulgar, what is laochao?

Mebius rolled his eyes at Ryan, and soon saw a yellow pickup truck driving over. The diesel engine hummed, as if it was about to fall apart. The back was also full of things, and it looked like Some daily necessities.

Ryan was stunned, then pointed at Klein who stretched out his head and said, "This is your matching car? When did the Fire Chaser Moth become so stingy?"

"Last time we were short of funds, I sold the car. Anyway, I rarely go out. Besides, this pickup truck is so good. It can seat people and transport things."

What is a model of professionalism?Ignoring all enjoyment and focusing on research, Ryan really wanted to give her a thumbs up...how weird.

"If I remember correctly, the Fifth Research Institute is in the Gobi more than 200 kilometers away. Why not take a helicopter?"

"Because the gas money will be deducted from my funds." Mebius replied matter-of-factly, opening the car door with a creak, "Of course you are willing to pay, and I don't mind."

Ryan really wanted to pay, but seeing the smile on Mebius's face, he felt that he couldn't let her succeed.

"Just sit down, am I afraid of you because of my physique?"

Ryan walked over, and then regretted it, because the old pickup truck only had two seats. He wanted to drive by himself, but Klein held the steering wheel tightly, shook his head, and refused to change seats.

"Get in the car, what are you doing standing still?" Mebius urged from the side.

"How can I sit down?"

"Of course I'm sitting on you. Could it be that you sitting on me don't have any gentlemanly manners?"

When you say this, it has nothing to do with gentlemen and ladies.

Ryan was not mentally retarded. He just stared at Mebius silently, as if asking her to take the initiative to confess the conspiracy. Unexpectedly, the woman seemed to suddenly realize it, and then raised the corners of her mouth with a unique sarcastic smile.

"Haha, you shouldn't be shy anymore, don't worry, I've seen more people than you, don't show your senseless shame."

What the hell is your old Si Ji look like?

Ryan was speechless for a moment. Since Mebius said so, it didn't matter to him. Then as soon as he sat on the somewhat worn seat, Mebius squeezed in and sat directly on Ryan's lap.

Suddenly, he felt a soft and elastic touch, like a plump peach pressing on his leg.

The narrow skirt fully exposed the graceful curves, and the green hair brushed her cheeks, causing some itch. Mebius relaxed and leaned his whole body against Ryan's chest, which immediately reminded the latter of An old saying.

The fragrance is in my arms.

Shampoo and body scent penetrated into Ryan's nose, it was a kind of fragrance.

At this time, Mebius adjusted his posture a few times, and the caressing touch came. Ryan couldn't help but raise his toes to keep the woman away from his core area.

"Why are you moving? Oh, is it a physiological reaction?"

You really hit the mark, but how could I show my cowardice.

Ryan grinned and said sarcastically: "I just think you have body odor, and it makes people uncomfortable if you get too close."

"You! How could I have body odor?"

"If you don't believe it, smell it and see for yourself."

Mebius raised his hand and was about to sniff his armpit before realizing that this bastard was deliberately trying to mess with him.

Haha, you are being petty in front of me.

So she relaxed completely, laid her whole body on Ryan, and raised her eyebrows at Klein who was watching the show next to her: "Why are you laughing? Why don't you drive?"

"Yes, Doctor."

The construction truck finally hit the road, and Ryan regained his composure. He knew that Mebius just wanted to fix himself, and then collected dirty information to win back the victory.

How can you get what you want and divert your attention soon?

Ryan tried his best to ignore the touch in his arms, turned his gaze to the desolate next door outside the window, and began to think about Velvet. Then, he found that he could not concentrate at all.

Not only did this Mebius hunch back and forth like he had ADHD, he also kept asking for his opinions on research, ignoring the weird sitting posture as if he was defending his thesis.

"Mebius, have I offended you somewhere?"

"Haha, why do you say that suddenly?"

Ryan looked at Mebius, who was leaning sideways, staring at his throat with his elbows, crossing his legs, and looking lazy, his eyes full of resentment.

"Why else would you subject me to this kind of torture?"

"Torture? Isn't this kind of ambiguity what you like best? It's more like wining over and seducing."

"When the word ambiguous comes out of your mouth, it is gone."

"Oh, the psychological factors of emotion are interesting." Mebius suddenly realized it, and then yawned, "I don't know much about this stuff, but biological instinct is also the direction of my research. By the way, are you a little secretly happy in your heart? "

Secretly happy?Do you really think I'm a vegetarian?

He simply pushed it upward.

"Yeah!" Mebius suddenly jumped up and hit his head on the roof of the car. His face with a smirk suddenly froze. The feeling just now...

It's a blow from Shenglong!

"what are you doing?"

"Instinct to fight back, you asked for it." Ryan sneered, then quickly stepped back, and saw a hand slamming on the seat cushion. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been fatally beaten.

"Are you serious?"

"You were the one who acted like a gangster first. No one has ever dared to do this to me." Mebius bit his lip, his fair face turning red.

Am I being a hooligan?Who acted like Old Si Ji first just now?

Ryan laughed in anger, hugged Mebius's slim waist, and yelled viciously:

"Believe it or not, I will throw you out of the car!"

"Can't you challenge the Herrscher? Come on and tear me apart."

"Dr. Lane, Dr. Mebius, stop, stop fighting!"

Following the sharp honking of passing trucks, a pickup truck was driving south in an 'S' shape on the Gobi Desert.

Chapter 69 Mebius’ Snake Nest

In the end, Ryan didn't throw Mebius out of the car. It wasn't out of pity, but because the woman was wrapped too tightly, like a snake, unable to pull her off without moving.

So the two of them were in a stalemate using some kind of 'fighting skills' for several hours. The pickup truck passed through several checkpoints and finally stopped in front of a half-buried building. The two of them let go, their chests heaving violently.

'This Mebius must have undergone profound transformation, and his strength and endurance are not weak. '

Ryan stretched his ankle. In the past few hours, his feet had been numb, just to prevent Mebius from fatally beating him.

"Ryan, you can be more of a gentleman at some point."

Mebius gasped more violently. Even if the man didn't really move, she still used all her strength. Her hands were sore and soft. Looking down, she could see that the stockings at the base of her thighs were somewhat loose.

This kind of battle-damaged version can really arouse the desire of some gentlemen.

"Then please be a lady first."

"Hmph, don't look at me with such worldly eyes."

"Then why do you expect me to be a gentleman?!"

Ryan straightened his back and stopped talking to this strange woman, because the guards around him all had ambiguous expressions of "really know how to play", thinking that the two people had done something in the car.

In fact, it was indeed a car shaking, but the specific content of the shaking was slightly different. The driver, Klein, was the most tired because he was lying on the steering wheel and could not get up.

莱恩舔了舔嘴唇，他又不可能真把梅比乌斯给揍一顿，有些口干舌燥，便将这仇记在心里，恢复了正常模样。

He looked at the dark building in front of him. Most of it was buried in the bare mountain. It looked like an abandoned villa. If it weren't for the surrounding sentry towers and barbed wire fences, he wouldn't be able to see it at all.

"Apocalyptic shelter?"

"Well, one of the League of Nations shelters was renovated. It is more than 100 meters underground, has five nuclear bomb-level protective doors, and has special ventilation facilities." Mebius suddenly became energetic and forgot about the little discomfort he just felt.

She has a special talent. She can remember many things instantly and forget some things instantly.

The defenses are very tight, that's why the muzzles of the cannons are facing the door, as if they are guarding against someone's experiment failure.

Ryan saw through it without saying anything, and just said casually: "Your snake nest is quite strong."

"It's the Fifth Research Institute, the palace of science. You can't afford the instruments in it in your life." Mebius rolled his eyes, held his head high, and walked forward with a certain dignity.

The guard at the door saw that Mebius was back and quickly pressed the button. With a "clatter" sound, the thick iron door slowly opened.

There is really a cave inside. This villa is more like a gate. The entire mountain has been hollowed out. Dozens of researchers can be seen, as well as various precision instruments. Those people look very busy, and each one is holding something in their arms. Jogging along with the documents.

"This is the peripheral research room. It is usually responsible for helping me, so even if I go out, the research progress will not stop." Mebius explained lightly, his tone was a bit like a child showing off a satisfactory toy.

It's not bad to start with. Those bald guys have all been on the cover of biology journals, and the equipment is many times richer than that of Qianyu Academy.

"It's indeed a luxurious lineup."

"Every research institute in Chasing the Fire is like this. They are divided by field. Every researcher is knowledgeable in their respective fields. This is why I can tolerate them."

Ryan nodded again. This is the value of the Fire Moth. No one except them can bring these smartest brains together and provide astronomical funds. This is also the fundamental reason for Ryan's tolerance.

May, Wilvey, and Mebius are all leaders of this era, but research requires more "unknown" assistants. Science is not a vanity fair for personal heroism, it requires countless "cannon fodder."

"So the Fifth Research Institute specializes in genetic engineering, and you are the best in this field?"

"The first half of the sentence is correct, but the second half -" Mebius brought a white coat over and raised his chin slightly, "I can do anything, follow me."

This... is really stinky.

Ryan snorted angrily and followed Mebius silently. He saw her straightening her back and clicking her high heels as if she was a queen touring her country.

The research team leaders immediately gathered around, following quickly while holding tablets to report.

"Dr. Mebius, the test on sample N3021 has been completed. This is the summary report."

"Doctor, we have tried the requirements in the third memo 35 times, and the success rate is 7%."

"Our discussion meeting with the First Research Institute has just ended, and they put forward 17 hypotheses, and this is the specific content."

"PhD......"

Ryan looked at Mebius, who was tightly surrounded by a group of bald heads. He was no longer as weird as before. He only had a cold face, his eyes kept scanning the information, and occasionally giving some advice, looking like a proper boss.

"You made a mistake, such a low-level mistake. Do you need to go back to school and practice again?"

"If the experimental data is incomplete, do it again. If the materials are insufficient, then apply to the higher authorities. Will it be rejected? Then bombard them with information until they become impatient."

As expected, there are thousands of people with thousands of faces, which is unpredictable.

After coming to the pre-civilization for so long, Mebius and Alicia are the two people he is most unpredictable about. Rumei and Velvet are better, let alone the smart-aleck senior executives.

He was thinking as he walked. When he looked up, he found that the crowd had stopped and everyone turned to look. Mebius and Klein had both entered an elevator and were waving to him.

Ryan frowned slightly and soon understood why it was called the Peripheral Research Laboratory, but the looks in his eyes made him a little upset.

Playfulness, ambiguity, and disdain.

Do you think I am Mebius’s male favorite, someone who only accompanies her to relieve her loneliness?

He didn't bother to explain, so he just said, "I borrowed it," and got into the elevator. When the door closed, Mebius, who had looked like a cold researcher just now, immediately laughed out loud.

"Don't you feel disgusted by the look in their eyes?"

"A bit, but I don't act in the Dragon King drama. Besides, researching this kind of thing is not like military force that can be directly quantified. How can I compare with their diplomas and qualifications?" Ryan shrugged. Looking at those people, they looked extremely smart. Everyone was so smart. PhD.

"Diplomas and qualifications are meaningless. Do you know why I insist on asking you for help?"

"You have strong working ability, or do you want to work with a loan?"

"None of them." Mebius quietly came over and lowered his voice: "You learn very quickly, and your occasional bursts of inspiration surpass those of those elm-headed ones. If you can concentrate on your research, your achievements will not be inferior to mine. , overturned another hypothesis of mine.”

"What assumption?"