Chu Qiancheng lay in the little fat man's monster laboratory all day, and it was not until noon the next day that he finally saw the little fat man again. Today, the little fat man was not wearing AR glasses. Although he was still wearing a white coat, his legs were straight suits and shiny black leather shoes.

While he was looking at the data on the platform, he muttered something, as if he was preparing for the defense of scientific research papers.

"Oh! Very good, your invincible bead storage capacity has reached the standard, 51% of which is quite good." The fat man's mung bean eyes narrowed into a slit.

Chu Qiancheng looked at him sideways and tried his best to suppress his desire to speak. Now he is still in a trance state, which has begun to affect his judgment and decision-making, and he has many mistakes. So he tries to remain silent, hoping to find a way to escape from the special security department as soon as possible.

"It seems that you really want to go out and let go. No wonder, how could the model members of the Dream Gang be willing to be buried in prison? They naturally want to go out and have another big fight." The fat man said with a smile.

"Just you know." Chu Qiancheng closed his eyes.

"But remember, I am in charge of part of your assessment in the Phantom Group, so I can say that I have the power to live and die. Although we are in a cooperative relationship, I have the dominance." The little fat man reminded him.

"Don't talk nonsense to me." Chu Qiancheng was too lazy to tell him. This little fat man may have been in the laboratory for too long and did not understand the sinisterness of people's hearts.

"Ahem, just keep this attitude. Please stop talking later, I will do everything." The fat man coughed.

"Hmph!" Chu Qiancheng closed his eyes. He was dizzy now and was extremely irritable. After all, the invincible pearls on his body had reached the critical value. According to the fat man, it would explode at any time. Although he saw through life and death, he would explode into a slag at any time. Who would be in a better mood?

From the fat man's words, he vaguely felt that something was going to happen today.

The fat man sat in a wheelchair and clicked on a website on his mobile platform. A three-dimensional screen that occupied the entire room immediately appeared in the website.

On the screen, a Japanese girl in the flowery season was wearing a small, modified black-bottomed floral kimono, holding a folding fan in her hand, and wearing white socks and wooden clogs. She walked onto the stage with a heart-wrenching howl of a wolf.

She stood in the middle of the stage with her left hand in her waist, and held the folding fan with her right hand. Her green fingers danced in the air with her nimble fingers. The folding fan in her hand rotated like a windmill.

“Do something occasionally…”

The girl lightly opened her red lips.

“…It’s a wonderful thing!

There is too much ugliness in this world.

Even if it witheres instantly like a flash in the cereus,

You can also enjoy the beauty that is as if no one else is there.

Before bowing to reality,

Say the brightest love in your heart!”

Chu Qiancheng regretted that he had returned to this world.

He could not hear what the kimono girl was singing. Her ears were full of the fat man's half-true Japanese singing style. It would be fine if he couldn't understand, but the lyrics on the three-dimensional screen were bilingual, and the words were scary.

He couldn't close his eyes and not look at it, because it was even more annoying to listen to the fat man singing.

"Xia Xiajiang, I will be your lifelong push in my next life!"

At the end of the performance, the little fat man roared hysterically, which made the entire Monster Laboratory wall buzz and tremble. Chu Qiancheng was just a little short of jumping up from the bed and hugging him to detonate the Invincible Lianzhu.

Fortunately, the sound insulation effect of Monster Laboratory is quite good, otherwise even if the fat man doesn't care, Chu Qiancheng thinks that Sundance has died.

The three-dimensional screen retracted and the moving platform was restored. The room was quiet again. The little fat man sat back on the wheelchair and gasped heavily. The singing and dancing linkage just now consumed a lot of his energy, and the beauty ditch on his chin was covered in sweat.

Chu Qiancheng looked at the electronic clock on the wall, and only two minutes passed?

The little fat man took the platform back into his arms, took out more than a dozen tissues from the tissue bag on the desk and wiped the sweat, and threw them in the trash can next to the table.

A moment later, the electric ringtone rang outside the laboratory door.

"Please come in." The little fat man's voice changed shockingly, from a quirky and delicate voice that had always been transformed into a deep and solemn baritone.

The automatic door of the laboratory slowly opened under the voice control of the fat man. Outside the door, a group of suits and ties, and extraordinary men and women walked into the room one after another.

The leader of the group was a woman in her thirties, with her hair combed in a conservative bun, wearing black-framed AR glasses, and a silver-gray women's suit. She held a moving platform in her hand, and as soon as she entered the room, she watched around without hesitation, as if she was the owner of the Monster Laboratory.

The little fat man lazily lifted his butt from the wheelchair: "Dr. Marceau."

The woman, known as "Dr. Marceau", ignored his greetings, but saw the pillow hidden behind the debris with a keen eye.

She took out the pillow from the pile of miscellaneous items, looked at the Japanese girl full of house-style, and smiled coldly.

"Professor Jian, the Lianhe Elite Operations Bureau spent a lot of money to hire you to work in the Special Security Department. The funds have consumed 8 million Chengguan coins in the past five years. Isn't it all spent on this?" Dr. Marceau asked coldly.

When she said this, she glanced at the trash can full of tissues, and an indescribable expression suddenly appeared on her face. She shook her hand and threw the pillow aside, rushed into the tissue bag on the desk, and took out seven or eight tissues to wipe her hands nervously.

You misunderstood, but... Chu Qiancheng sighed, although the truth is not much better than this one.

"First of all, I need to make it clear that although the project I hosted consumed a little money in five years, it was just a drop in the bucket compared to the profits that the project was about to reach. Secondly, my personal hobbies have always been reimbursed by myself, and I have never dragged the action bureau over the course of action. This can be thoroughly investigated in the accounts."

The little fat man said slowly.

"If I say that, I can set up a project to save all mankind. Can the Operations Bureau directly transfer the vault to my account and spend it casually?" Dr. Marceau said coldly, "Professor Jian was also an S-level researcher. Now he has been demoted, but he has seen it in the world. I don't think that these few words can escape our review, right?"

"Of course not." The fat man waved his hand.

"Very good, Professor Jane. You have consumed 8 million Chengguan coins in five years and sacrificed the lives of 50 repeat offenders, so that 150 police officers from the Special Security Department have worked 10,000 hours for you. But your Phantom Plan has contributed almost zero to the Operations Bureau. Now five years are approaching, and this is our last review of you. If you can't produce any research results, your researcher level will be lowered to Level A. The Operations Bureau will allocate you to the Cliff City Branch."

Dr. Marceau said while rubbing his palms hard, obviously still feeling that he hadn't wiped them clean.

"Leave Xin Fei Leng Cui? Oh my God, Dr. Marceau, we are not enemies." The little fat man was shocked.

"Don't test my patience!" Dr. Marceau said while typing on the moving platform, obviously beginning to evaluate the little fat man's phantom plan.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Please allow me to introduce you to the latest achievements of the Phantom Project, the brand new A-level warrior, the destructionist Sundance of the city of New Edo!"

The little fat man stood up suddenly, stretched out his palms at the same time, pointing at Chu Qiancheng lying on the bed.

"Madman Sundance?" Ms. Marceau was slightly surprised, "The model member of the Dream Gang, the bandit behind the battle of Crystal Palace?"

"That's right, it's the man who defeated the entire Crystal Palace, broke the last backbone of the Songdao Group, and fought to the end in front of 18 mercenary apostles." The little fat man sprayed fluent English like a machine gun.

"He is brain dead!" Ms. Marceau was obviously very familiar with Sundance's deeds.

"Yes, I saved him again." The little fat man said proudly, "and I have carried out the most successful phantom transformation ever on him. He is now a true A-level warrior."

"Oh?" Dr. Marceau snapped his fingers behind him.

A tall man with light blonde hair and handsome appearance quickly walked to Chu Qiancheng, aimed the moving platform in his hand at his body, and opened the software to test the electromagnetic factor.

A moment later, the Ora value on Chu Qiancheng was displayed on a three-dimensional screen that everyone could see.

1 million Aola value! A-level!

"As we all know, the cost of cultivating an A-level superman from a group of B-level superman is 3 million Chengguan coins. Not to mention the expense of cultivating an A-level soldier from scratch. I at least saved a lot of money for the Operation Bureau on this." The little fat man said proudly, "Also, although I sacrificed the lives of 50 retaliatory offenders, I also saved a lot of depositary funds for Lianhe Prison. This number requires at least millions of city-state coins!"

"I will write your contempt for human life into the report," Dr. Marceau said coldly. "According to your calculations, you still lost 5 million more city gate coins in the Operation Bureau. These need to be recorded in the Phantom Plan's debts, affecting the final project evaluation. Moreover, I have deep doubts about your A-level combat power on paper."

"If you have doubts, there is no problem at all. We can use the virtual battlefield to detect Sundance's combat ability." The little fat man was in a state of mind.

"The virtual battlefield cannot test the stability of the special devices you installed in Sundance. Aren't the other 50 retaliators dead one after another?" Dr. Marceau sneered, "I need actual testing."

"Uh, Dr. Marceau, do you want him to fight with other retaliatory criminals?" the little fat man asked guiltily.

"No, there was a robbery in the Liberty City-Bank branch where gangs participated. According to the agency of the Operations Bureau on site, there was a B-Class team of Cyber ​​chain stores. There were 15 B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Class-B-Clas

Dr. Marceau looked down at the Instant Information of the Action Bureau on the Moving Platform.

"It's too late for us to go now. There are so many B-level supernatural people, the lying men who are so bored in the Arcetri branch can't stop them at all." The little fat man laughed.

"No, they successfully blocked people in the bank, but their people couldn't last long." Dr. Marceau smiled and looked at Chu Qiancheng lying on the bed. "Your 'A' warrior killed these B-level supermen, is it okay?"
Chapter completed!