Magus Tech

Underground base, meeting hall.

Gibran lay on the table, like a nap, and suddenly "brushed" up his head at the next moment, opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked around.

Seeing many people standing around, looking at him with a weird expression, Gibran realized something.

Because I was too tired, did I accidentally fall asleep during the meeting?

"Well--"

Gibran rubbed his eyebrows, shook his groggy head, looked at the people around him, and asked hoarsely, "How long have I slept?"

"Ah, about half a minute." Someone answered.

"Half a minute, okay, it's my fault to delay everyone's time."

"No, Gibran is in charge, you are too tired, or you have a rest first." Some people persuaded.

Gibran waved his hand and said, "I'm okay, the break is not a break at this time, many things have not been dealt with. When this task is completed, it is not too late to rest. By the way, where did we discuss just now?"

Seeing Gibran being so serious, the rest did not dare to say anything, and quickly said: "Gibran is in charge, we are just discussing about the personnel required for this plan of the Shiraishi Tower."

"What is the problem?"

"There are too few people. It is difficult for the people gathered together to destroy the entire Baishi Tower. It is expected that...the number of people is expected to double." A tall and thin person stood up.

"Is this..." Gibran glanced at each other and began to think, feeling a little pain after a little brain, but still said aloud, "In this case, then... How about the people over Black Rock Valley? Their The task should be almost completed and can be transferred to support."

"This……"

"Vasily, didn't you come from the Black Rock Valley? You know the situation there best. You tell me." Gibran named.

"Yes." The short Vasili stepped up, and uncomfortably touched the iron ring on his ear, and made a noise, "Gibran is in charge, I think your proposal, there is no problem in the big aspect, the people over there It’s almost all done.”

"That's good, this matter is so settled. After the meeting, I will send a message there." Gibran quickly made a decision.

"However, Gibran is in charge, even if the people from the Black Rock Valley are transferred, it should not be enough, and more talents are needed," Vasily said.

"So..." Gibran thought again, and endured the pain that his head was about to explode, and made a noise, "Then transfer the people from the Red Fort. They have a longer time limit for the task. You can come over to support it and wait until it is completed. After the things here at the White Rock Tower, go to perform their tasks. By the way, I remember that the people in the Red Fort are members with good strength, such as Billy, Tokchi, Nani..."

Talking, Gibran suddenly stopped, slightly tilted his head, his brow furrowed a little, and an indescribable sense of weirdness and absurdity developed in his heart.Looking up at the people around me, I feel very unreal, very... unreal.

"This..." Gibran's forehead finally wrinkled into a "Chuan" voice, and asked a voice to the people around him. "In other words, have I done what I said and discussed before? Alright?"

"Uh, Gibran is in charge, this..." The expressions of the people around him suddenly became very exciting, and I don't know what to say.

Gibran was furious and shouted, "What the hell is going on, tell me!"

The people around him felt a shock, hesitantly looked at Gibran, and slowly said: "Gibran is in charge, actually we..."

Before the words were finished, everyone's body began to twist and then dissipated like smoke.

Gibran's eyebrows were raised like a blade, and his eyes became sharp. He was about to take action. The next moment he heard a sound from the door of the meeting hall and immediately turned his head to look over.

"boom!"

The door of the conference hall was opened, and dazzling white light shone violently, causing Gibran's pupils to shrink subconsciously, unable to help reaching out to cover it.

Then, Gibran saw a figure in the bright light-a majestic figure.

The other party wore a gorgeous golden robe and a golden ring on his hand.

this is!

The white light dispersed, and the figure reached Gibran.

Gibran "brushed" from the seat and stood up, looking at the person coming, surprised and said: "Director Rommel, it's you!"

"Well, it's me." Come humanely and lightly press Gibran's shoulder: "Gibran is in charge, you should sit down first and speak slowly."

"I..." Gibran sat back in his seat with a somewhat complicated expression, silently, looked up at Rommel, and asked aloud, "Supervisor, did I fail?"

"Gibran is in charge, you should be clear that I always value you, and you have lived up to my expectations for you. You have always been serious and desperate in your work, and I look at this."

"Supervisor, did I really fail?" Gibran's eyes widened, his breathing was short, and he realized a certain possibility, "Then it's together now, isn't it..."

"No matter what, you believe you did your best in this matter, so I will not blame you, and the organization will not punish you..."

Gibran listened to Rommel's words, and the expression on his face calmed down a little.Rommel's words didn't sound like there was a single sentence that answered his question positively. It was all left-handed about him, but this just gave him the answer.

"call--"

Gibran took a deep breath, tried to calm down, looked at Rommel, smiled bitterly, and asked: "Supervisor Rommel, trouble tell me, how did I fail, and... how did I die?"

"Specifically, I don't know." Rommel looked at Gibran, breathed a sigh of relief, and answered seriously, "I just learned that you and everyone under you have lost contact at almost the same time, and are gone. Signs of life. If there is no wrong guess, you and your men should have died in a premeditated attack, and no one was spared."

"No one is spared?"

"No one is spared."

"Well, no one is spared." Gibran closed his eyes in pain and opened it after a long time, "How is the organization going to deal with me?"

"I said, I believe you must do your best, this failure is just an accident. So, the organization will not deal with you, but considering that there is no suitable body container for you and your people, you and your people may Take a long break. As for the things you and your people are responsible for, you will need to mobilize staff from the rest of the region to supplement."

"Well, then when will I rest?"

"When is the next big action."

"The next big action?" Gibran exhaled. "It's been a long time. I really don't know if there is any chance."

"Yes, the reason I came here is to tell you, be patient, take a rest, don't think about it. Well, really don't think about it."

After speaking, Rommel patted Gibran's shoulder and turned to leave.

At this time Gibran made a noise and called Rommel: "Supervisor, can I ask the last question?"

"what?"

"Since my mission has failed, what should I do with the Shiraishi Tower?"

"You should know that the White Rock Tower must be won. This is not only the White Rock Tower's own problem, but also related to the entire East Coast situation. We have been doing the game for so long, and spent so much effort, absolutely not Failed.

This time the Shiraishi Tower failed, and there was no time to remedy it slowly.So... I will deal with it myself."

"Supervisor, are you going to do it yourself?" Gibran was startled. "So, are you afraid of breaking some restrictions?"

"It doesn't matter. After all, the situation is special. If you break some restrictions, you can break some." Rommel said, and then his tone changed. "In fact, there is nothing to destroy-most people who find something wrong do not realize what, And if you realize what it is, most of them will die. Don’t worry.”

"Okay." Gibran said, there was nothing left to say.

Rommel continued to walk towards the door, and when he went out, he waved his hand and said, "Take a good rest, see you next time."

"Goodbye," Gibran responded.

"boom!"

The door of the hall closed, and Rommel disappeared into sight.

The next moment, starting from the door of the hall, the whole space began to smash a little bit and spread towards Gibran.

Gibran looked at this scene, his expression looked numb, sad and unhappy, and said softly: "Goodbye, next big action, do you really have a chance..."

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