Hood, who was close at hand, had already opened his mouth: "I..."

Ronan gave a clear instruction: "Get a lower version, consider backward compatibility first."

The words that were already on Hood's lips were forcibly blocked.

The other guys didn't care. Someone immediately raised their hand: "Ticheng Coastal Defense Special Forces, Second Lieutenant, Wilson."

This is a man with a beard that looks more like a pirate than a soldier.

Ronan glanced up and down: "Okay, it's your turn."

Wilson grinned, then stepped forward and stretched out his hand to draw a gourd. In this way, the four people squeezed into a small circle, which was more like a cheering action before a football game. Unfortunately, it lacked blood and excitement, and was more nervous...

…

"Chip wave!"

There was a very clear popping sound, and a "lantern flower"-like flash suddenly erupted from where the four people gathered their hands. The brightness of the Format Fire aggregate that had been steadily brightening before suddenly rose and then dropped significantly, making it appear that the light and darkness were uncertain.

"Hey..." Zhang Yingying, who was on one side, let out a low cry in her throat and forced it back. Her reaction was very representative.

"There are incompatible reactions in the intergenerational architecture." During the video conference, Bald Jeff explained it in a timely manner.

"Did you fail?" At least two people said at the same time, impatiently.

Before Jeff could respond, in the live broadcast, dozens of tiny flying ant-like objects were seen floating in the air outside Ronan, making a buzzing sound. The next second, it was as if they were hit by the "fire" between the four people.

Attracting, coiling and falling towards the place where the light is strongest.

I really put myself into it.

However, the light of form transformed from the blazing life energy does not seem to have any lethality. Let these little things be thrown in, emerge, and circle around, it is like performing a magic show.

The only visible change is: the swaying flames have become stable and thick again, reflecting the faces and bodies of the four people around them with a layer of light that seems to be substantial.

"Is this a cover-up?"

"Those little things are the slicing instruments?"

"Did he really control it? On what basis?"

Among the investors, some continued to have strong doubts, but most of them tended to be more realistic. Because of this, repeated inquiries were directed at Bald Jeff.

Jeff is not a strict man, he doesn't respond to requests, and he doesn't talk nonsense. No matter how anxious the participants are, he as a commentator can't move at all - in fact, most of his energy is spent on communicating with key players.

Some time ago, he had transmitted dozens of monitoring and testing items to Hu De, who was directly under the Tianqi Laboratory, and required them to implement them no matter what.

No matter how good the live broadcast is, it will not be more real and reliable than these data.

The problem is that Hood has never been able to rely on him!

Hood, who had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, began to feel a little anxious.

Hood has already done the projects that can be observed and tested at close range, and the rest must be personally participated in order to be perceived and recorded - of course, they are also the most important.

He also couldn't figure out whether Ronan's exclusion of him several times was intentional.

You know, the decision-making power of the experiment belongs to Ronan alone.

This is by no means the only "experimental tool" like him.

Hood put himself in his shoes, and if he could find this kind of opportunity, this kind of scene, this kind of incident, even if the military AB team had some ambiguity before, now they might be forced to do it.

Is it difficult to find dozens of Burners in such a big city?
Chapter completed!