I am the magnetic field maniac

With the strength of 300,000 horses, the poison he possesses can make even the second male ancestor of 990,000 horses helpless.

This absolute genius is the embodiment of using the weak to defeat the strong, just like Skynet!

Thinking of this, Bai Wujie had more expectations and admiration for Lan Du.

But when he looked at his people, what he saw in their eyes was more fear and alienation.

But that’s nothing, Bai Wujie also thinks that his people’s attitude is normal.

For the sake of his people, and for Lan Du's own physical and mental health, when she returns, Bai Wujie will probably have to let her live as far away as possible.

This is the difference in treatment, Bai Wujie admitted. But this is a good thing for Lan Du and others, because even if she can control herself...the understanding and alienation of those people can still hurt her heart.

Since the public is destined to not accept it, then why not accept it from the beginning? Lan Du is not a person who likes to be lively. As for friends? Saint Emperor, Skadi, Shou Niang, and people in the organization are enough.

The friend of a strong person should also be strong enough.

However, he still has to control Blue Du's passion for pursuing and researching the medical theory of viruses. He can study viruses, but it must be within his control.

Bai Wujie doesn't want to have to clean up the world because his subordinates are too capable, and he may even have to kill the subordinates who made mistakes.

All the performances were over, and Bai Wujie stood up from the Emperor's seat. As the strong wind blew his cloak, all the noise stopped in an instant, and all eyes were focused on the Emperor.

He did nothing but raised his hands and said calmly...

"Cheers for my daughter and my men."

Cheers like a landslide and tsunami came rushing in instantly, announcing the perfect end of "Good Morning, The Emperor Show"!

So, those who need to go to work should go to work, those who need to go to school should go to school, and then prepare to watch the second show tomorrow.

60. Idiot on the Chair

Once again a violent quarrel broke out between the owners of the seven or eight Masonic chairs.

But this time, the content of the quarrel is not just about how to deal with it, but more about how to "live."

It is obvious that these people who claimed to be the masters of the world not long ago have already recognized this tragic reality...

The goal has shifted from "ruling the world" to the simple goal of "surviving".

They argued from war to economy, from economy to culture, from culture to public opinion...

It was as if he wanted to explain from various aspects and angles why Bai Wujie would not kill them all.

This made Albrecht very bored, or rather, he felt that his IQ was constantly dropping because of staying in the same room with this group of idiots.

"Alright! Shut up, Dr. Albrecht! We need your professional opinion!"

Amid the argument, someone with a slightly higher IQ finally chose to ask for the opinions of professionals...

Albrecht, who had been bored, immediately put forward his own statement.

"Professional advice? What kind of professional advice? Do you want me to turn you into something as strong as those three girls?"

No one spoke, but the looks of these Party A's betrayed their narrow-minded and stupid thoughts, and that was what they really thought.

Stupid, self-righteous, with no knowledge of science, but thinking he is extremely smart, it is brainless to make such ridiculous demands.

Why not build such weapons instead of asking Albrecht to turn them into such weapons...

Perhaps it’s because these idiots understand that if they have such a powerful thing in their hands, they will not be able to control it at all.

At that time, such a powerful thing will definitely seek status and power commensurate with its own strength, and it is obvious that the seven chairs here are enough, and no one is willing to give up one generously.

So - they want to turn themselves into something as powerful as this... In this case, they don't have to bother thinking about allocating an extra chair.

Wow! That's really smart! Like a bunch of fucking frogs swimming in a cesspool!

"Stop dreaming. You might as well try to imagine drinking a bottle of chemical and having the power of a million suns." Albrecht sneered.

"Aren't you the father of the protovirus? Why can they gain such power from the protovirus, but you can't!" someone said sternly

"When have you ever fully supported my research? And, isn't it because you are afraid of the changes in the zodiac that you don't even allow me to study them?" Albrecht sneered.

"I can tell you very straightforwardly, according to my data and research... two of those three girls are the "evolved" Scorpio and Libra. I don't know what that technology is, and I can't imitate it. This is all thanks to your "caution."

"Science needs to be bound by rules!" one person said righteously.

"You have to abide by ethics and rules, otherwise out-of-control science will only cause greater disasters."

Albrecht was too lazy to care about these things...

He doesn't want to pay any attention to those who claim that science should serve politics.

Because these people all hope to successfully make everyone who has 1+1<2 an idiot through their rhetoric and so-called "political acumen".

Politics is something that is inherently contrary to rationality... Oh no, I should say that it is something that is inherently contrary to wisdom!

The fierce quarrel and mutual attacks finally came to an end soon... and the seven people sitting on the chairs pointed their spearheads at Albrecht as if they had reached a consensus.

"Doctor! How could that Oriental guy develop such a powerful gastrula!!"

"We suspect you have a private deal with him - Doctor, give us an answer!!"

Looking at those seven pairs of eyes filled with serious reproach, Albrecht didn't even have the desire to sneer.

He had nothing to say to these idiots who demanded that everything should serve politics.

Albrecht's attitude was also very direct. He sat directly on the railing that looked like a defendant's seat, spread his hands and said...

"You say I am, so just treat me as I am."

"Why don't you just shoot me now, or dig out my brain and do research on it. If that doesn't satisfy you, do you want to drag me out and torture me?"

Albrecht's attitude made the seven guys look at each other in bewilderment...

Perhaps I didn’t expect this PhD student who always craves for more research resources to have such a “bad attitude”…

Their words were originally intended to arouse Albrecht's anger or fighting spirit.

Well, actually, they are used to pushing the faults away before solving the problems, first occupying a high position in terms of responsibilities and benefits, and then arrogantly giving alms to others to "atone for their sins."

This bureaucratic attitude is the lifeline of these people and is what they are used to... and one of them still chose to speak with a high attitude...

"Do you think we dare not? Albrecht, don't think you are indispensable!"

He said it harshly, as if it was right and reasonable for him to make his voice so loud and harsh.

"We have plenty of people who can replace you. We are giving you a chance to prove your innocence!"

But Albrecht didn't want to debate what was reasonable and what was unreasonable, and he didn't want to prove anything - after all, he had nothing to do with the word innocence.

He quickly pulled out a hidden pistol from his back.

Almost in an instant, countless infrared rays locked onto Albrecht... At the same time, transparent explosion-proof glass rose in front of these seven idiots.

But Albrecht was not going to do something as stupid as assassination.

He picked up the pistol, turned it towards his chest, and said calmly...

"Yes, I'm not indispensable, so what? Do you want me, an old man, to commit suicide now so that you won't get in the way?"

"Albrecht! What do you want to do? Do you want to threaten us?"

"Put the gun down!! This childish trick will do nothing but embarrass you!"

He was still unwilling to give up his high-handed attitude and kept on scolding, but Albrecht no longer cared. He had had enough of this nonsense about science serving politics.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

bump!

The bullet passed through the chest, passing through the gap between the spine and the lungs. With the angle that had been calculated long ago, Albrecht was shot through the chest but did not die.

Of course, he was not dead yet. If nothing unexpected happened, he would die on the spot from many old illnesses such as arteriosclerosis and myocardial infarction if he was left there for more than five minutes.

But, will these things make me die just like that?

"Damn it!! What are you still standing there for? Get the medical team in, hurry up and save him!!"

The stern rebuke that was full of leadership just now instantly turned into a cry of fear...

Albrecht, who already knew the reaction of these idiots, supported himself and gave them a middle finger and a sneer.

"Go, go to hell...Is it me who needs you, or you who need me?"

"If you don't listen to me, then let me die and then you die too! If you listen to me, then fucking heal me and then whatever I say will be what it is!"

After saying that, Albrecht fainted.

The medical team that came in immediately took emergency measures such as stopping the bleeding, and then hurriedly carried him away.

The room with seven chairs was now in an awkward silence.

Albrecht was right, it was never he who needed them, but they who needed him.

Now, they have to admit that the power held by Bai Wujie has far exceeded their expectations and ability to bear.

The fleets in his hands have all been destroyed, and the launch of satellite weapons has proved that they cannot threaten him.

That means the "scrap" of all the conventional and conventional forces in their hands.

What other cards do they have?

Yes, of course there are a lot of them!

Economy, people's livelihood, politics, minorities, law, etc.

But it’s useless!

Even if they only have one card, as long as that card is called force, then no matter how good your hand is, it will be useless. It's like playing Landlord and you hit four twos, and then they throw you a Blue-Eyes White Dragon!

We are not on the same channel, so what are we fighting for?

The fleet loaded with viruses is now approaching Europe, Australia and America.

And even if their coastal defense forces can annihilate them at sea - but God knows what price they will pay?

That madman has been acting under the banner of destroying the world from the very beginning. The Freemasons thought it was just a bluff, but now it seems that they are the clowns!

And most importantly, they no longer have any military force in their hands that can threaten Japan, or to be more precise, threaten Bai Wujie.

They also have modified soldiers, experimental beam weapons and gravity weapons... They even have a "colonial ship" that is ready to sail to Mars...

But what's the use of all this? The moment the combined fleet was killed, they no longer had any force that could actually threaten Bai Wujie.

Albrecht is indeed their only hope, and not just because the vital Ouroboros Factor needs him to be extracted.

Without the research and skills of this amazing doctor...to be honest, it might not be too late for them to surrender now.

The seven people looked at each other, you looked at me and I looked at you.

They all knew that they could only bow to Albrecht in exchange for his help and support, but no one was willing to say it.

Because speaking up means taking responsibility and surrendering. Even if they survive in the future, this will become an excuse for each other to attack them.

What Albrecht said was right. These people, who had been brought up according to the standards of politicians and bureaucrats since birth and had no ideals at all, had long since become a group of rotten, stinking corpses.

They are simply the epitome of bureaucracy and formalism, and even because of their self-proclaimed bloodline they are feudal elements.

If we have to look for them in history, the people who are most similar to this group are probably the "clear stream" during the Chongzhen period.

Yeah!! Please, have some capitalism!

After waiting in silence and awkwardness for about five minutes, they finally confirmed that no one would step forward to selflessly take on this responsibility.

In the end, someone chose to initiate a secret ballot.

A vote was held on whether to support Albrecht's research and open up all knowledge of Pandora to him, as well as giving all the zodiac samples.

And then—all seven votes were against.

This group of people looked at each other awkwardly. After all, everyone had the same idea - you will definitely vote in favor, so in that case I will vote against it and later say that it was my vote.

"The voting machine is probably broken. We must think carefully before we vote again this time."

In the end, the person who proposed the vote came out again to smooth things over, using the excuse that the voting machine was malfunctioning, and he told a lie even though everyone knew it was a lie.

The bureaucracy here is so thick that it makes it hard to breathe.

The result of this vote was a unanimous approval, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief...

But it’s not because the voting is normal, but because he knows that the other party will have no reason to attack him on this issue in the future.

A few hours later, Albrecht woke up in the emergency room, looked at the colorful power of attorney in front of him, sneered and tore it into pieces.