MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 517 Zhang Yang is my child

Little monk is busy!

Little monk is angry!

The little monk vented his anger on dozens of white-haired old men.

This is an elegant environment research base in Yanjing. At the gate of the base is the armed police station. Here, it is also one of the bases directly managed by the generals. Here, China's best space technology scientists are concentrated.

"Twenty-four hours, I and you twenty-four hours. If you don't open the space channel, you will be shot!"

The little monk on the screen jumped like thunder, with a fierce expression on his face, and the two kitchen knives in his hand turned like a windmill, giving people a strange feeling.

At the bottom of the screen, there are standing generals. Behind the generals, there are more than thirty pale-haired old scientists. These groups of scientists are looking at the little monks with their eyes wide open. They are the first to see the legend. Wisdom procedures.

The general was sweating heavily, rubbing his forehead constantly.

Shoot all the scientists here!

The general can only be speechless. If all the scientists here are really shot, China's space technology will lag behind for decades. You must know that the time required to train a space scientist is quite long.

"Little monk, I see ..." The general had to speak, and he couldn't order the scientists here to be shot. The only option left was to persuade the runaway little monk.

"Stamming, the young monk doesn't care. In short, you have to open the space window for twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours won't give you one second more." The young monk was anxious to interrupt the general's words. He actually called out the general nickname of the general.

"But there are many technical problems that cannot be solved now. It takes at least three months to solve these problems." An old man without a few hairs on his head is not afraid of young monks, and naturally he does not know how terrible the young monks are.

"Old guy, you have eaten rice for decades, Xiao Yan gave you so much data, so much information, you can't open the space window, it's really old and immortal waste!" Little monk has already Anxious, shouted.

"you you you……"

The old man was scolded by the young monk with red and green on his face. It was the first time he had been scolded like this.

This matter, other scientists are looking at the young monk on the screen with an angry look. After all, scolding the old man is tantamount to scolding them. They usually have been exalted with honor, and where can they have such anger.

"Ahem, young monk, you still have to calculate and see if there is any other way to open the space window. Here, let me see if I can get it in twenty-four hours." The general felt sweating all over his body, These old scientists are more precious than pandas. I never thought they would be scolded by young monks. The only way now is to separate the two parties, otherwise they will become more and more rigid. Although he is a general, It is not too binding.

"I rely, if I have a way, I'll find you a fart! Okay, twenty-four hours, when that time, if I can't get the space window, I will blast this research institute, I am, a bunch of old waste ... "

The little monk scolded again, and then the screen flickered. The main control room was quiet, leaving a group of ugly scientists and sweaty generals.

"General, although we have some scientific and technological means of extraterrestrial civilization, it is impossible to open the space window twenty-four hours. There is a quantum in both parallel space and different space ..."

"Fart, it ’s impossible to have nothing in this world, old guy, do n’t tell me about quantum atoms. When a young monk plays high technology, you still wear open crotch pants, which is twenty-four hours. If twenty-four Hours ca n’t open the space channel, Xiao Yan will no longer provide any alien technology for political axe. Okay, just like that, I have something to find Lao Tzu, waiting for 24 hours! "

The old man's words hadn't come down yet, and the young monk suddenly jumped on the screen again, with a poor and fierce expression on his face, looking at him like that, eagerly running down the screen with a kitchen knife and chopping the old man's two kitchen knives.

"..."

A group of old men suddenly looked at each other. If they were shot, they didn't take it at all, and they didn't take it. They also knew that no one would take them. But if the young monk said that he didn't provide space technology, it would be a huge deal for them. Threat.

As an excellent scientist, the research on science is almost crazy. If young monks threaten not to provide some technology, it will be a huge punishment for them. Over the years, they have heard about the smart programs that provide them with technical support. It is natural to know the little monk's ability in this regard.

In the end, all eyes fell on the general.

"I can't help it. In the human world, there is only one person who can restrain him, and now this person cannot restrain him for various reasons. You have only twenty-four hours. Good luck. ! "

The general shrugged his shoulders, with a helpless expression, turned and walked outwards. He now had to find Zhang Yang. He knew that Zhang Yang was the source of this matter. If Zhang Yang could be found, everything would be easy.

However, the general knew very well that the probability of finding Zhang Yang was zero. With Zhang Yang's ability, if he didn't want to be found, no one could find him at all.

"General, we have one last option."

The moment the general left the gate, a scientist hesitated to stop the general.

"Say!" The general's eyes lighted and he stopped immediately.

"We can only use the technology provided by the monk to find the position of the space window. However, we cannot open the space window because the technology provided by the monk needs to make some equipment, which requires a lot of rare metals. These There is no metal on earth at all, and it takes a long time for us to study the earth metals that replace them ... "

"Speaking of the point, every time you say a word, you will lose a few seconds in twenty-four hours." The general interrupted the scientist.

"In fact, we promised in the past that it would be impossible to open the space window a week, let alone twenty-four hours. This is simply a task that cannot be completed in a short time, because those rare metals are simply not on the earth. Could not find a substitute, the only way we can now is to open the space window with brute force ... "

"How?" Said the general with interest.

"The space window is actually a compressed space crack. It randomly rotates around the earth at the speed of sub-light, there is no fixed place, and it floats. However, using the data provided by the little monk, we can calculate the trajectory of its movement. So, we Finding a space channel is not difficult. The hard part is how we open the space channel. According to the theory of the little monk, we build a machine, a machine that can emit brainwave frequencies. The only difference is that the radio waves emitted by this machine It is ten thousand times stronger than ordinary people, and even more. Through this kind of mental wave similar to brain waves, the space cracks in the state of motion are torn ... "

"I'm just a general who leads a war, please be straightforward." The general frowned.

"Ahem ... Simply put, we can't find anyone who uses mental power to tear up the passage of space, but that's why we made this kind of mental power machine ourselves. However, I thought of a way. Our country has A lot of mental masters, such as generals! "

"Well, go on!" The general nodded, and he understood that he had used spirit to detect the space window, but it was difficult to control the space window moving at the speed of sub-light, let alone open the space channel.

"We can convene a group of powerful masters, drag the space channel to a fixed space, and then tear the space channel with the huge energy of the missile explosion ..."

"Use a missile ?!" The general opened his mouth and looked at the scientist in surprise.

"Yes, this is the only way I can think of to open a different space channel twenty-four hours. Of course, tearing apart space with a missile is just an idea, and it can't guarantee that the space channel can be really opened."

"This ... this must make the monk a viable surname. Moreover, launching a missile does not mean launching. If it is on the high seas, the launch time and military martial law must be announced, so as not to cause casualties to the surrounding fishing boats and tankers. Also assess international impact ... "

...

Soon, the little monk was summoned back by the general. Immediately, the data flow on the screen was like a waterfall. The entire data flow actually formed a light curtain that showed how fast the little monk's calculation speed was.

"Twenty percent!"

"What is twenty percent?" The general and the scientist looked at the young monk thinking deeply on the huge screen in unison.

"The success rate can reach 20%." The little monk's face was a little dignified.

"Then find another way." The general was disappointed. Twenty percent is equal to failure. If it is fifty percent, or forty percent, you can bet, and twenty percent is successful. The rate is really too low.

"Bet!" The little monk suddenly chopped a chopper on a virtual piece of wood, and the wood was shattered and shattered like a snowflake.

"Bet!" The general's heart tightened.

"Yes, it is impossible to figure out a way to rely on these old guys. If it is late, Zhang Yang will be in danger. If Zhang Yang is in danger, Xiaoying, Xiaoying, Xiaoying will not live ... "The little monk's voice was low and his face was absolutely decided.

"Why?" The general was stunned again, he never thought that Zhang Yang's status in the minds of young monks would be so important.

"He is my child, the only one of my hundreds who survived. I can't let him die, I can't let him die, can't ..." The little monk's voice was a little hoarse.

...

Looking at the face of the little monk with a heavy expression, the general found for the first time that the little monk was no longer a program. He was a real person. He had no human body, his mind, his expression, and his behavior was better than one. People are more like a person.

(To be continued)