I'm Still Too Weak with Sss Talent at the Start

It can't be called admiration, he just feels that the young girl in front of him is indeed born to eat this bowl of rice.

She is fit to be the king.

"So, in order to solve this key problem, the best way is to take all the resources of the other three countries as our own." Mike answered, he is now in some state, and his back is more straight.

He was a direct participant in this World War II plan, and this identity gave him a lot of confidence.

Sakurai Rika nodded lightly: "The purpose of this war is not only to snatch resources, but also to reduce the population. Except for the people of our country, all other human beings need to die."

When Mike heard this, he was shocked again.

What a cruel girl!

She is lightly arranging the life and death of the remaining nearly 15 billion people!Not even a frown!

"All of this is for the better survival of human beings in the future. Therefore, most of the current population must die. Provide us with the freed up resources to develop more advanced technology."

"Why tell me this?" Mike asked back, "Maybe I just need to let me know what to do, but shouldn't these ideas be kept more strictly confidential?"

Sakurai Pear smiled softly, she pursed her lips, and Sakurai's lips drew a perfect arc.

"I want your utmost confidence."

"I see."

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Walking out of Sakurai National Palace, Mike felt ten years younger.

The surrounding is full of birds and flowers, and the environment near the national capital is very well constructed, full of greenery, butterflies and fountains can be seen everywhere.

The ground uses an advanced special gravity plate, which will reduce or increase part of the gravity according to each person's weight, so that the human body bones can bear the lightest weight.

This helps to prolong the lifespan of human bones and reduce their wear and tear.

Taking a deep breath of the air in front of him, Mike felt a cool and refreshing touch, spinning back and forth in his lungs.

There is a hint of sweetness in the air.

After slowly spitting it out, he was surprised to find that it was all dirty and black gas.

Frightened, he quickly looked around.

However, he found that the breath of other pedestrians on the road was completely colorless, at least he couldn't observe it.

"This is air with added smart molecules, the size of air molecules. After inhaling into the lungs, it can operate autonomously, and then all the dirt and dust accumulated in your lungs will be expelled. Part of it will also enter with oxygen molecules. Your blood vessels, clear the buildup in your blood vessels."

The android who followed behind spoke slowly and introduced.

This is the exclusive android sent by Sakurai Rika to Mike, and it will follow Mike for a long time to come.

It can introduce all the technology in the world to Mike, lest he make a fool of himself if he doesn't understand it.

But Mike believes that this is just surveillance in disguise.

In any case, this is always better than the place where the birds don't shit at Wild Wolf Harbor.

After taking a few more breaths of the air here, Mike found that the color of the carbon dioxide he spit out became a lot more diluted and clearer.

He has been smoking for ten years, and he does feel that his lungs are very refreshing, and he can easily take a deep breath to the end.

There are all kinds of people on the road, and what Mike is most passionate about at the moment is to distinguish between these people and which ones are bionics.

which are normal people.

And which ones had mechanical prostheses transplanted.

There is a very subtle difference between them. Mike squatted on the side of the road casually, distinguishing them carefully.

Until an hour later, the android beside him urged.

"Mr. Mike, it's time for your official work."

Then he reluctantly touched his pocket, wanting to light a cigarette habitually.

But it was empty.

The new futuristic suit pockets are empty.

This kind of clothing is synthesized by new technology, and it is as light as a feather, and it seems to be streaking when worn on the body.

But when he looked down, he was actually wearing clothes.

"Give me a cigarette, man. I need this before I get to work," Mike said.

"Are you referring to cigarettes made of harmless butane, carbon monoxide, olefins?"

"No no no, it's the kind with nicotine, the kind rolled with tobacco, which is harmful to health." Mike stretched out his hand and gestured.

"Sorry sir, there is no such tobacco now."

"Who said that, over at Wild Wolf Harbor..." Mike closed his mouth halfway through.

This is not Wild Wolf Harbor.

Rather, it represents a country of one of the highest civilizations.

The withdrawal symptoms made him rub his head irritably.