"Maybe it would be more appropriate to ask questions actively." Cassia thought afterwards, "With the knowledge reserves of those scientific researchers, I can understand my ultimate goal after a few words. So, in the end, it is still based on their current wishes."

"I am as gentle as possible. The Avalon Institution knows that it cannot bypass this Red Star. It is a matter of time to really join it. Perhaps they have made a decision and everything will go smoothly. If there is an obstacle, the next step is to contact the old professors of the Military Academy." Cassia said as she guessed, and then spoke in a solemn tone, "Mr. McGrie, you can start. The contact with the Avalon Institution can be carried out at any time."

"Wait for a few minutes, and some preparation is required," McGrie replied, reminding him before the communication was disconnected, "and you will be contacted with you automatically. I will give them a simple explanation to help you as much as possible."

Thank you before you could say it, the electronic noise had already been heard. Cassia lay down again, placed the communicator in her chest, observing the surging rain clouds, her thoughts continued to run rapidly, and perfected the model of the plan. A few minutes later, the vibration on the communicator went to his whole body through her chest, causing his thoughts to stop for a moment. Before he got up, he was still lying down. After pressing the button, he placed the communicator in his ear. The gentle greetings came first.

"Hello, Cassia, McGrie has briefly explained the contact matters to us. After a brief discussion, we need to ask you a few questions and hope to answer them seriously. In addition, Hurex, you can call me that."

"Mr. Hourex, I'm glad to know you. I'm ready." Cassia replied immediately, her attention suddenly focused, waiting for an inquiry.

"The first question is, what level of control have you reached on the star-eating bacteria. This means whether you have the control ability that meets the standards to prevent the occurrence of out-of-control. Your current evolution on the energy conversion route has not yet reached the point where you are directional release without affecting yourself. So, here are reference descriptions of several levels,,,"

On a heavy rainy night, in a common dense forest in the Fire Alliance, Green Tree Altona, a member of the Lighting Organization, was sitting on an ancient branch. Using the rainwater specially placed in the bioinductive force field, he wiped the ultimate alloy dagger with his clothes.

Although the dagger does not need to be wiped at all, it will not produce rust, and its hydrophobic nature will not cause blood to be stained with. When he is in the surgical stage, whether there is still blood in the body of the enemy he faces may be considered as a question worthy of in-depth thinking.

In the repeated wiping action, the roar of the steam engine mixed into the sound of heavy rain and slowly approached. Green Tree Altona turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came. After waiting for a while, a gift car with all the lights turned off swaying towards it. With a "bang" sound, it hit the ancient tree where he was sitting. The front cover bounced up and a large area of ​​steam rose.

"The driving feels bad recently, and the chances of success of this plan may be reduced by 20%. "The door was kicked open, and Kingsley sighed and got off the gift car, looking a pity and regretful. "The gift car worth hundreds of thousands is still not as good as the one I usually recruit people to make money."

After sighing, he raised his head and Green Tree Altona just put away his dagger and steamed his clothes, "The first time I saw you carrying a weapon."

"The scope of the incident is too wide. The high priests of the Fire Alliance are involved. You should understand the serious nature of the situation." Altona jumped down, landed steadily, and looked at Kingsley's whole body, fully armed ancient knight-like armor, wrapped most of his body. "You are several times better than mine. This armor is never worn when performing simple tasks. Miss Red Mistress has additional information in her hand?"

Kingsley shook her head directly, "I asked a few times, but I didn't get the answer once. I just reminded me to prepare for the highest specifications and let me protect myself. In fact, I have never seen her like that. I was afraid of her, so I could only prepare as much as possible. There is still a lot of time left, and you still have room to continue to prepare."

Altona touched his chin and looked at Kingsley in contemplation. He was about to speak up to express his agreement, but his attention had been replaced by things in the sky. With the huge wind that was pressing down, the heavy rain immediately brought strength, and for a moment it fell like a lead ball, smashing the branches and leaves of trees in a large area.

After more than a dozen breaths, in the dense forest where the trees were shaking violently, an adult dragon with a body length of more than 200 meters fell down. There was a thick gray-black container on its back, which was firmly fixed with dozens of steel cables.

The dragon dropped its head, and the dragon knight in a black leather windbreaker landed on the ground, looking at Kingsleyin and Altona: "Hello, Mr. Green Tree, I am the one who delivers the goods."

The heavy rain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows intertwined into a dense net, and the cold wind whistled. But a layer of thick glass separated the inside and outside the house without any affection, without any effect between each other.

The fireplace next to the living room wall is burning with aromatic wood. On the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, a beautiful vinyl record machine is tilted with a huge brass trumpet. The singing needle is rhythmic on the rotating bakery record, allowing the gentle and comfortable music to slowly release, filling every inch of the room.

General Pullman lay on the soft sofa, covered with a steaming towel on his face, and was extremely relaxed and enjoying a rare leisure time.

"Sizi,,," Suddenly, the record machine made a noise, giving the comfortable atmosphere in the room a moment of stuttering. General Pullman didn't care, and his body didn't move for a moment, and continued to relax.

"Sizi, sizi," After several breaths, the noise became more and more frequent, as if it was a sign of something. He couldn't help but get up, took off the towel covering his face, and then turned his head. However, in his mental perception, a familiar figure was approaching.

A man without any facial expression was Adolf, and even felt dull, walking here step by step in the heavy rain.
Chapter completed!