My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1085 - 367. The Xing generation adds another heavyweight person_3

Chapter 1085: 367. The Xing generation adds another heavyweight person_3

A few minutes later, Mustard micro-fool exclaimed in the hastily formed communication network:

"I see them, it’s Sister Pomegranate and Little Brother Fu! Just don’t know who Meng HaHa’s friend is... Um, it must be Sister Pomegranate. They’re laughing and hugging each other, they must have known each other for a long time.

But this isn’t right, Loyalty Brother.

When we investigated Niu Pomegranate’s background before, there was no such person in her social relations."

"Isn’t that stating the obvious?"

Brother Prodigal retorted:

"Mengha herself said that she’s been in the business for quite some time, surely the brother department made her information controlled.

Tsk tsk, even we can’t find out about her, looks like this girl’s level is quite high. So now what, Loyalty Brother,

heading back home or..."

"Head back my ass, the welcome banquet is set and we can’t let it go to waste."

Mr. Ziwei suggested:

"Call over the three ’slackers’, let’s have a good meal tonight. Although we haven’t accomplished anything during this time, we still have to reward ourselves."

Loyalty Brother didn’t answer.

He was staring at his phone, frowning at the information Meng HaHa had just sent him—a game ID with a note underneath.

"Suspected foreign intelligence agent? Damn! I knew this wasn’t going to be easy!"

The team leader clenched his fists tightly, glaring at the ID on his phone, filled with rage.

Shit!

If I can’t deal with aliens, can’t I handle you?

Now all the players in the game are our people, you outsiders can stay wherever you came from!

"Don’t rush to eat, everyone head back to the department to work overtime, there’s new information."

Loyalty Brother issued the command:

"Pay close attention to the forum player ID ’Teranova’! Dig up all his information for me! I want to know his grandmother’s name as well as how many lovers his old man has! After that’s done, we’ll go out to eat."

"Received!" x3.

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"I’m doomed, I’m doomed, I’m so doomed! I’ve been discovered, it’s all over."

An hour later, a pitiful scream came from a certain laboratory, followed by frantic typing on the keyboard that continued for several minutes before it finally quieted down.

Afterward, a short girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at her personal information that she’d barely managed to save. Her face, with a touch of Egyptian charm, was filled with annoyance and helplessness, then she picked up her phone and dialed an encrypted number.

The phone was quickly connected, and the girl yelled on the other end:

"Cement! I quit! I haven’t even started playing the game and I’ve been targeted by someone. Go find someone else! I don’t want this shitty business to disturb my chance to play a game that’s ahead of its time, and I don’t want to ruin my academic reputation because of espionage work!

I’m not some goddamn spy.

I’m just an ordinary entomologist, and I don’t want to be involved in your crappy affairs.

You annoying bastard!

I knew it wasn’t going to be anything good when you said I had to repay a favor!"

This raucous shouting gave Cement Sister a terrible headache as she covered her ears. Only after the other party’s angry outburst, a mix of fear and rage, subsided did she slowly say:

"Don’t worry, Little Nova. I’ve got everything arranged for you. Just do as I say, come clean about your identity to them, claim it was a big villain who coerced you to do it, push the blame onto me, and then give them my contact information. That’ll do.

Don’t tell me you’re not interested in this ’Close Encounter of the Third Kind’ which is already proven with evidence. Although you play with bugs, you’re still somewhat of a scientist, right?

A certain spirit of inquiry is necessary.

Be good!

Listen to me!

I’ll send you something soon, just place it on the helmet you’re bound to get later, and then you can happily play your games with Lumina and those other little fools.

Leave the rest to me!"

"Are you sure you can handle it? Don’t mess around, okay? This technology clearly isn’t something modern tech can achieve!"

Terenova said anxiously:

"You can’t even track down this ghost forum right now. Listen, I’m really worried you’re going to get yourself into trouble."

"I’m not afraid, so what are you worried about? Besides, who said I haven’t tracked it down?"

The voice of Cement Sister was filled with an exhaustion that was hard to describe as she said over the phone:

"I’ve confirmed its form of existence... It’s quantum communication based on theories of the microscopic world. Its theoretical and practical levels are at least three hundred years ahead of us—it’s the stuff of technological myths, and I will not give up on this project!

But don’t be scared!

I’ve analyzed the main organizer’s mentality and behavioral logic behind all this. Trust me, right now He’s desperate for all the talent He can get. He won’t miss out on you just because of some minor suspicions against you."

"But if you’re so curious, why not apply yourself?"

Terenova whispered:

"With your qualifications, they would definitely let you in."

"Then wouldn’t I look no different from those fools?"

Cement Sister snorted and said:

"I have my own plan; you don’t worry about it. Just do as I say, be good... Also, get in touch with Lumina and the others occasionally, tell them not to worry about me. I’ll reunite with them in the country once I finish this."

After saying this, she hung up the phone, then stood up, took a sip of coffee, and looked back at the chaos of her laboratory, at the special chair-like device connected with various electrodes and data cables laid out on the table.

Clearly, this thing was far from finished; it was just a basic theoretical model, but its cleverness was evident.

Cement Sealed Heart, now with dark circles she could no longer hide, squinted at the "work" before her, and murmured:

"Brainwaves, huh? Such an advanced quantum communication system even encompasses both the parallel universes and string theory, which are entirely unprovable at present. I just hope my bit of knowledge can unveil the real truth of this all. I hope even more that this thing doesn’t blow my brain to pieces the second I switch it on.

The direction to try is clear now, but I need a more definitive channel of information...

Goodness me, I feel like an idiot wrestling with God himself.

But how am I to cover the deficits and mess caused by this project? They are debts that can never be fully paid off... Should I just not bother settling them?"

She took another sip of coffee, glanced at her phone, and thought:

"Going back home, huh? It’s probably too late now. I’m sure there are eyes on me. They’re not closing the net around me yet because they’re waiting for my results. Lucky I cut off those little idiots’ contact in advance, or they’d definitely get dragged into this.

And what if I escape back home with astounding research findings? Surely ’the family’ would be willing to take a risk for me, wouldn’t they?"