Chapter 188: Stupid mortal

"It's not just the helicopter experiment, but our progress in supercomputers is also gratifying. With the aid of this thing, many problems have been solved." Smith continued to talk about the latest technological advances.

The latest computer system has actually been updated, so the original supercomputer was taken out and put into use as a new type of equipment. Although it is still strictly confidential, it is no longer kept secret from the top.

With the aid of computers, many projects have begun to accelerate their implementation, some calculations can be completed in an instant, and the checking calculations can also be completed by newer supercomputers. In this state, many aspects of Ailan Hill are developing at a rapid pace.

With the help of the computer and Chris, the hydrogen bomb experiment has been successfully completed, and even the construction of the nuclear power plant has been completed. More experiments have been launched, and more results are about to appear. With the aid of the computer, Chris’s workload Reduced by more than half.

"We have built three nuclear power plants in the Atlanta Empire, and they are all being tested recently, and they may be put into operation in a month..." Smith said as he passed the report in his hand to Chris.

"With these nuclear power plants, the electricity problem will be alleviated. Thermal power plants and hydroelectric power stations are also under construction. It is estimated that in the four years of Ailan Hill, we will be able to solve the problem of power consumption." Smith is proud 'S concluded.

"With these power stations working with the grid that has already started to be built, we can use electricity more conveniently." When Chris finished reading the report, he finally added.

Chris knows that Allan Hill has now embarked on the fast lane of development. He has almost 10,000 technicians every day who can use the Magic Ball of Knowledge to improve his abilities. As long as the time accumulates long enough, the technical level of mortals will improve. To the point of unbelievable.

"As long as we develop steadily, we will soon usher in a period of faster development. You probably cannot imagine that everything we have developed in the past three years will be eliminated in the next three years... !" Chris closed the report in his hand and said while looking at his men.

In Chris's opinion, he really has too many future technologies in his hands that can be improved. As long as he keeps coming up with new technologies, Alan Hill can be countless times stronger than it is now.

At that time, a warship can provide the firepower to destroy a country, and a nuclear warhead that can be carried by an intercontinental ballistic missile can cover the entire Grecan!

With a confident smile on his face, his tone was full of confidence: "Gentlemen! Work hard, the future belongs to Ailan Hill!"

"Long live Ailan Hill!" Everyone stood up, stood up and saluted, and sang with their chins high.

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Alanticus, Gruler Street, the bustling streets, people come and go, everyone has their own things to be busy, a thriving world, is appearing in Ailan Hill.

Among the people coming and going, a sneaky figure holding a thick document bag, looking left and right, got into the alley of Lane 13.

The man was a little nervous knocking on a thick door, with a unique rhythm. This is not the first time he has come to this room. The last time he came, he was even more nervous than he is now.

The door was opened from the inside, revealing a gap. The man hurriedly said nervously to the gap: "I brought things!"

The dark shadow inside nodded, and opened the door gap enough to allow a person to get in. The man suddenly got into the room, and then the door gap was closed.

"Click." The light in the room was turned on, and the room suddenly became bright. No one knows why the curtains are drawn here in broad daylight, as if the people in the house know that what they are doing is not visible.

When the man holding the file bag adjusted to the light in the room, he realized that there was not only one person in the room.

In this room, there were several people sitting and standing against the wall. Without exception, they were wearing black robes and their heads were covered with caps on the robes.

"Bring something?" The head of the person also had the same attire, wearing a hood, covering his face. He speaks in a weird voice, and seems to have something like a voice changer.

The man swallowed and asked nervously, "You...you promised me..."

"Don't worry, once Ailan Hill is destroyed, we guarantee that the Arante Empire will stand on this continent again!" The man sitting on the sofa continued to speak, and promised in a very strange tone.

"Then you guys said it's good for me..." The man looked at the people in this room a little uneasy. He always felt that these people's behavior was a little strange.

"Wow!" A whole pocket of gold coins was thrown on the table by a person next to him. Because of being too full, some gold coins spilled out, some spread out on the table, and some rolled down under the table.

"Money is not a problem for us at all! We can also meet your requirements! I promised you to let the wind and rain in the Arrant Empire, you will definitely get an official position! If you want it, Emperor Arrant's It’s not impossible to sit down for you.” The leader sat motionless on the sofa and said.

"Grumbling..." After swallowing, the man finally put the file bag in his arms on the table: "These are the files you want! If you are willing to wait, I can get more."

The headed man in the cloak stretched out his hand, wanting to get the file bag on the coffee table, his palm was exposed to the light, and the knuckles were full of gaps made of connecting parts. There was a faint light of magic in the gap, which frightened the man who delivered the file bag across from him.

"Don't be nervous! Child! Don't be nervous!" When the man sitting in the first position leaned forward, he finally revealed the face hidden under the hood. It was a strange-looking mask with densely drawn lines on it. Magic rune.

If Chris were here, he would definitely recognize that this strange-looking mask was similar to the mask worn by the **** puppet that assassinated him.

"This is just a body of mine..." The man retracted his hand, opened the file bag, and looked at the contents: "Yes, this is exactly the mechanical principle file I want, very good! Very good! I can wait for you to send other drawings and documents! Next time I come, I can give you more gold coins."

As he said, he handed the file package in his hand to a subordinate next to him. But his face kept facing the direction of the man in front of him: "You did a good job, very good! The Puppet Empire will not treat your friends badly! The day the Arante Empire is restored, it is time for you to take off."

After speaking, he leaned back on the sofa, and the masked face was once again shrouded in the shadows: "Go! Boy, I...I do what I say!"

"Thanks, thank you." The man nodded nervously, then turned and walked outside the house: "Tomorrow, this time tomorrow...I, I must, bring the rest here too."

He nodded and bowed as he walked, watching the man heading backwards. When he had just retreated to the door and turned to walk out of the house, an arm made of wood blocked him in front of him.

He subconsciously looked at the other person and found that the person who was blocking his way also wore the exact same weird mask.

"What...what are you going to do!" The man's face was already dripping with sweat, and his voice was shaking uncontrollably because of nervousness.

"Your gold..." said the person who stopped him in an accent that didn't sound like a human voice.

"Oh...Thank you...Thank you..." The man realized that he had forgotten the bag of gold because of his nervousness.

So he quickly turned and walked back, picked up the bag of gold on the coffee table, wiped the sweat from his face, turned and walked out of the house.

"Stupid mortal..." A puppet sneered, leaning against the wall and said hoarsely.

"Yes, stupid mortal..." the headed puppet sitting on the sofa agreed. Then, he looked at the puppet holding the file bag beside him, and said, "Return to the puppet empire immediately!"

The puppet who had received the order nodded slightly, and then walked out of the room with the package.

"Not all mortals are so stupid, at least the little guys who look for us are very powerful." The headed puppet stood up and looked at the few puppets around him: "We are running out of time, as much as possible. To get their technology back..."

"We really want to contact that kind of super bomb, but the other party's protection is too tight...If we can use the **** puppet..." one of the puppets said with some regret.

"Don't even think about it, if we use **** puppets, those guys in Greken will notice..." The leading puppet rejected his suggestions and said, "Intermediate puppets are already the limit we can use!"

"It's really a pity that I can't get close to the other party's super bomb project." After scolding his subordinates, the headed puppet sighed, and then went on to say: "Wait for those greedy guys to use their own technology. Send it here! Don't worry, we have too much time..."

Outside this room, the man who went out looked at the left and right lanes, then walked out of the 13th lane, and walked back to Gruler Street.

After he disappeared, a man with his hands in his pockets leaned against the alleyway of No. 13 Alley, and if there was nothing, he tilted his eyes towards the alley.

Then, the man showed a smile like nothing on his face, and turned and left, as if no one had ever been here.