"No, no, no, this has nothing to do with you, I see your efforts, the 'Apostle' project is already a major flaw, if you want to be held accountable, then I will be held responsible. ”

After becoming an employee of Michael Defense Contracting Company, Dr. Lorraine Gottlieb did not dump the pot on anyone else.

This is originally a scientific research project, and it is normal for progress to encounter obstacles.

Every time a major scientific research achievement is born, countless failed projects are left unrecognized.

The fact that the F-22 "Raptor" is famous all over the world does not mean that the YF-23 "Black Widow" is necessarily inferior, in fact, on the contrary, sometimes it takes a little luck.

"Will our project continue to exist in the future?"

Alyssa's expression was gloomy, even though she was hungry with a plate of pasta in front of her, but she still had no appetite.

At least the original public grain is relatively stable, more or less able to have some guarantees, private enterprises are not easy to say, they may be dismantled at any time, and then sold in pieces, in exchange for the greatest profits, especially for experimental subjects like her, the future fate is probably unpredictable, and all the previous promises and guarantees may have become floating clouds.

What's more, the human body modulation of the "Apostle" project is not perfect, and there are still many flaws and unknown hidden dangers, which can only be exposed little by little through more tests, actual combat and the passage of time.

Once a high-impact problem is identified, Alyssa will also lose the safeguard support she can rely on to remedy and correct these potential problems, even hidden dangers.

So she had to think about herself and her future.

"Don't worry, I'm going to keep this plan up for as long as I can, to make it more valuable. ”

Dr. Lorraine Gottlieb nodded, and continued, "Again, Alyssa, I need your support even more!"

Alyssa is currently one of the few subjects with a relatively high degree of completion, far from being able to compare with those semi-finished products that only have muscles but not brains.

Alyssa was stunned, then reacted, understood the subtext of the doctor, nodded vigorously and said, "I will, doctor!"

If it weren't for the brainless guys like Blunt, the "Apostle" project would not have been packaged and sold overnight and fell into the hands of private enterprises.

The so-called defense contractors are in a sense no different from the notorious "war hyena" mercenary team.

Even if the salary income is not low, but only when you are alive, it is completely life money, and once you are seriously injured or killed in the mission, it is likely to be ruthlessly abandoned directly.

Even if you are lucky enough to survive, if you lose your combat effectiveness, the compensation you can get is quite limited.

Medical compensation and pensions are taken by commercial insurance,

Even if you are lucky enough to survive, if you lose your combat effectiveness, the compensation you can get is quite limited, and it does not mean that you can get the money with peace of mind, if you encounter insurance brokers and insurance companies with sinister intentions, as long as the legal costs are relatively cost-effective, it is completely unnecessary to fight a lawsuit that reverses black and white and is full of malice, capitalism cares about interests, not morality and law.

If Alyssa and Dr. Rollin Gottlieb don't want to fall into a worse situation, they have to find a way to try to show their worth, or the capitalists will definitely show their most ruthless side.

Once this happens, the "Apostle" project is likely to be dissolved, and Alyssa, who can show superhuman strength, will be kicked away mercilessly like a lost dog.

"Doctor, are you here? Lady Alyssa, how are you recovering?"

A young man in a suit pushed the door open and entered the room, his eyes falling first on Dr. Rollin Gottlieb, and then greedily at Alyssa, looking at her face and chest and then at her legs, so she pouted.

The volunteers carefully selected by the "Apostle" program are certainly not the selection of models, and Alyssa is not a charming blonde Persian cat, but can only be said to be average, the so-called curves are absent, but there is no lack of muscular lines.

Alyssa looked at Dr. Lorraine Gottlieb with an obvious hint of inquiry in her eyes, who is this rude guy?!

Dr. Lorin Gottlieb coughed a little embarrassed and introduced Alyssa: "Ahem! This is the executive director of Michael Defense Contracting Company, Mr. Schulman Watson, the eldest son of Chairman Wolf Watson, and the first heir of the Michael Business Group. ”

Turning his head, he continued: "Mr. Shulman, this is Alyssa, our 'Apostle' warrior, a high-level test subject, with a completion rate of more than 85%. ”

"Alyssa, nice name, huh, such a large portion of pasta, your appetite is so good, it looks really good, can you try it?"

The young man in the suit and leather shoes looked at the generous spaghetti, reached out and picked up one of them, and looked at Alyssa triumphantly as he shoved it into his mouth.

Everyone is mine, and the pasta is naturally mine, and Schulman is completely comfortable stealing it.

"Wait!"

Alyssa tried to dissuade her, but it was too late.

In the next second, the executive director of Michael Defense Contracting Company was not good, his face turned red in a blink of an eye, he covered his throat, and moaned hoarsely: "Poison, poison!~ Help!"

It was as if a fire had suddenly caught fire in his throat, and it became difficult to breathe.

"Give Mr. Schulman water!"

Dr. Rollin Gottlieb gave the nurse a calm look.

There is a water dispenser next to it, as well as disposable paper cups.

A glass of water was handed over, and Schulman completely regarded the glass of water as a life-saving antidote, tilted his head, and grunted a full glass.

"And also!"

He didn't bother to hand the paper cup back to the nurse, but threw himself next to the water dispenser, tons and tons......

In the blink of an eye, I drank at least two liters of water.

The nurse rolled her eyes, isn't she afraid of water poisoning with such a way of drinking?

Dr. Rollin Gottlieb and Alyssa looked at each other, not every white person can eat spicy, especially the extremely famous oily spicy in China, which is even a little more spicy than the spicy in Shuchuan.

"Ho ho ho, what terrible food, it's terrible, is it the 'Apostle' warriors eat this to maintain their combat effectiveness?"

Schulman, who had finally recovered, gasped and tore off the tie around his neck, barely feeling better, still looking at the plate of pasta that was missing with a palpitating face, which was really devastating.

Even if he was killed, he would not dare to touch the contents of that plate again.

Dr. Rollin Gottlieb said helplessly, "It's hot sauce, the oil and spicy seeds of China, a condiment that is good for the cardiovascular system, and for this we paid a million dollars and a small squad of 'apostle' fighters, and lost the equipment of the whole squad. ”

He took out the jade bottle in his pocket again, and shook it in front of the other party's eyes like self-deprecation, except for a small half that was drunk by Blunt and the others and some used up for sampling and identification, there was still half a bottle, about two ounces left.

The entire "Apostle" project fell into the hands of the Michael Defense Contracting Company, and this bottle of Huaxia oil and pepper should occupy a large part of the responsibility.

However, this is not to blame others, and if you want to blame it, you can only blame Blount, who has died in battle, and insists on forcibly buying this bottle of oil and spicy seeds, completely killing the "apostle" plan.

Alyssa shook her head, picked up her fork, rolled up a few spaghetti sticks, stuffed them in her mouth, and after a moment, nodded and said, "Very good taste." ”

She was able to accept the spicy taste, and the pasta mixed with oily and spicy sauce was unexpectedly delicious, and she couldn't help but whet her appetite.

The essence of spicy is pain, and as an "apostle" warrior who has been concocted by human creatures, this stimulation is completely irrelevant.

"Are you devils?"

Schulman's face was full of horror, and the small noodle just now made him feel like he was almost going to die.

Not everyone can tolerate the spicy taste, and many white people have a negative tolerance, and Schulman is one of them, and the oil and spicy spike on just a small noodle is like a critical hit to him, and he almost loses blood.

"You'll get used to it later, Mr. Schulman, is there anything else? Let's go out and talk!"

The doctor took the young executive director by the shoulders and walked out together.

If you continue to stay here, God knows what else will happen, so you might as well talk honestly about your work, so as not to always think about things that are unrealistic.

"Oh! I'm here to check the acceptance ......."

Schulman also turned to look at Alyssa, who was gobbling up, and after only one look, he was dragged out by Rollin Gottlieb.

The playboy was obviously not motivated by the motives, but the ginger was still old and spicy, and Dr. Rollin Gottlieb took the initiative the first time.

He can only immerse himself in research and academics, but he cannot be the person in charge of the "Apostolic" project.

......

This was the terrible consequence of a bottle of oil and spicy peppers, which almost ruined the entire "apostle" plan.

......

Turn back to the manor.

Inside the pyramid-shaped main house, which covers an area of more than 1,000 square meters, the space is at least four floors high, and the hall is at least half divided, which is more than enough to accommodate more than 300 shamans from various tribes near Mogadishu.

The long-awaited owner of the manor finally appeared, pot-bellied, wearing loose bloomers and a gleaming golden vest.

Li Bai glanced at the owner of the manor a few times, his mouth was bearded, the casual pigtails tied at the back of his head, the gold collar, the delicate bracers, and the rings with huge gems on his fingers, and couldn't help but complain: "It looks like the lamp god of Aladdin's magic lamp!"

"Poof!~"

Translator Kobayashi almost burst out laughing.

“？？？”

Sitting next to them, the Papagana tribal wizard Seri was full of question marks.

Everyone sits in a large square circle, in an irregular position, and sits on the floor with the wizards they know or are friends with, depending on their personal preference.

Sitting with Li Bai was not only Seri of the Papagana tribe, but also wizards from more than a dozen tribes such as the Night Eagle Tribe, the Taqira Tribe, the Tagma Tribe, and the Horsemas Tribe, which could not be underestimated here.

There were several new faces among these wizards, and they greeted Li Bai one after another.

On that day, the three monsters ravaged the top of the hill, stirring up blood and blood, and at least two wizards were eaten on the spot, so the wizards who came here were the same as Seri of the Papagana tribe, they were all young and new young people who had not been in office for a long time, and they were still a little young and timid when they greeted the seniors.

Sitting with these indigenous wizards, Li Bai and Xiaolin, who are yellow people, stand out from the crowd, attracting some scrutiny from time to time, some curious, some disdainful, and some malicious.

It's just that the two of them turned a blind eye, they are not gold, it is impossible for everyone to like them, and they won't die after a few glances, and if they dare to jump out, they just draw it back.

"Welcome to Garon Gardens, all wizards are my beloved teachers......"

The owner of the manor, who resembles a lamp god, has a wireless microphone in his hand, and the sound of the stereo arranged everywhere makes his voice spread to every corner of the hall.

With the simultaneous translation of Xiaolin's extremely fast language, Li Bai learned more and more information.

The name of the owner of the manor is Rashid, a real tyrant, a lover of witchcraft, rich and free, and people, taking this opportunity to get hundreds of wizards together, and by the way, they are familiar with each other.

On the African continent, wizards are not something that can be done by anyone, at least they must be passed down in an orderly manner.

The tribal leader can sit in a different person, but the wizard has a strict inheritance relationship, either father and son, or master and apprentice, not to designate whoever is in charge, who can be in charge, if you don't do it well, it will cause death.

Don't look at the dirt blacks will mess around a lot of the time, but in this matter they are very serious, yes, yes, no, no, there is no room for foolery at all, even if it is pretended, it will soon be exposed.

Li Feng, head of the medical team of the Chinese peacekeeping force, is not unreasonable.

Just like the little budding new wizard Seri of the Papagana tribe, his ancestor was a very famous great wizard, and even the great wizard who was accidentally killed by the Durunu people not long ago, and the apprentice of the apprentice of Seri's ancestor...... Anyway, there is a relationship that can be hit by eight poles.

This is the same as the president of the United States, who can have something to do with the British royal family in any case, even if it is Ohei, whose maternal ancestors can be traced back to Edward I the long-legged and William I, the "lion" of Scotland, who is more recognizable than the Goryeo stick.

The so-called freedom and democracy are actually thinking too much.

The ruling class of US imperialism is a game behind closed doors, and outsiders can't get involved at all, don't even think about it.

Catch up with Ming'er to get a yellow president, who also has the blood of the British royal family, and can always have a lot of relationships, and the color of his skin is actually not important at all, the important thing is that he is not a member of the "Wasp" (White-Anglo-Saxon-Protestant) line.

Although this Rashid is very interested in witchcraft and wants to be a wizard, but chasing up the eighteenth generation, he can't beat it with eight poles, and it's no problem to play alone behind closed doors, but if he wants to call himself a wizard on such a formal occasion, he is afraid that he will touch the tiger's butt on the spot, and he will cause the group to attack, and he is afraid of his life.

Even if an outsider like Li Bai is recognized as a wizard by wizards from more than a dozen tribes, he is still not recognized by other wizards, and even attracts the hostility of the dark wizard group, which shows that the owner of the manor wants to blend into the circle, but he can't enter the door.

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