The Rise of the Mermaid Song God

"Report to the general," military doctor Arthur saluted General Harry: "All the soldiers who participated in the experiment have been inspected, and no abnormalities have been found." After finishing speaking, he handed General Harry a fresh report with both hands.

General Harry nodded slightly stiffly, obviously aware that he had fallen asleep unknowingly, but he was already several hundred years old, with good psychological quality and a thick skin, so he didn't struggle for long, and took Arthur's hand. Read the report carefully.

This report is very professional, and even good comrades like General Harry, who are skilled in business, have to read it carefully to understand it.After he devoted himself to reading, all the people around him consciously became very quiet for a while, even the naughty leopard cat obediently lay at Weier's feet, which suddenly made Weier nervous for some reason.

Fortunately, this atmosphere did not last long. After reading, General Harry raised his head in satisfaction: "Very good." As soon as he spoke, he might feel that his tone was too serious as if he was talking to his subordinates, and he was trying to relax himself. Facial muscles, and said again: "It's really very good."

Well, let's forgive General Harry. He's actually hurt internally, but it's not easy to show it. He can't even hold back a good compliment.

After speaking, General Harry tightly held the report in his hand, took a few steps on the spot, then turned around suddenly, and asked Weir, who was looking at him sideways: "Do you feel tired? Send you back to rest?"

Weier was puzzled by his sudden sentence, but he immediately realized that they probably had something important to discuss, and they just wanted to agree smoothly, but thinking of his plan, he pursed his lips again and said in a low voice. Open the mouth: "General Harry, I have one more thing to ask of you."

"Ah? What's the matter, you can just say it." General Harry saw the hope of mania treatment, and he was full of pride at the moment. What a steady and reliable person he is usually, he unexpectedly gave birth to a boldness that can take over the universe.

"Well," Weir was infected by General Harry's majesty, and felt confident immediately: "General, my physical fitness is not worse than that of a strong sentinel. I hope to be able to fight at the forefront. There are many people who need me more." people!"

The people that Weir said needed him more were naturally those Sentinels who were induced to become manic because they used biological mechs to fight the Zerg.When these sentries exploded on the battlefield, there was usually only a dead end. If Weier could manage them in time, many lives could indeed be saved.

Of course General Harry understands this, but is the front line such a messy place?No matter how good your physical fitness is, not being able to drive a biological mech is a dead end!What's more, General Harry now realizes how precious Weier is, and he has been entrusted with an important mission. Don't say he is an ordinary person, even if he is a strong sentinel, the military department will protect him well!

But looking at Weir's penetrating beautiful eyes, flashing with a firm light of willingness to sacrifice everything for others, General Harry felt that he couldn't say no.He racked his brains, and finally decided to repay this sweet burden and throw it to others: "Well, what you said makes sense."

Arthur, who was standing silently, suddenly raised his head and stared at General Harry with wide eyes. Without waiting for the others to react, General Harry continued: "But this battlefield is not so easy to fight. You first You have to undergo strict military training, and when you pass, I will naturally arrange for you to go to the front line."

Weier thought about it, and felt that General Harry's words made sense. After all, he had never even touched a gun in his two lifetimes. If he went to the battlefield immediately, he might either be cannon fodder or hold him back.Weier didn't realize at all that whether he was qualified or not was just a matter of someone else's thought.

"Then can I start training tomorrow? What time can I wait there?" Weier was overjoyed, wishing to start receiving special training immediately.

General Harry tightened his face: "We still have to study about your instructor candidates, and I will send you a message later. Go back and rest first."

"Okay, okay!" Weier happily bid farewell to everyone in the side hall, and was escorted back to his room by two of General Harry's personal soldiers who did not participate in the treatment.

And at this time, a large piece lying on the ground was still snoring...

In the next few days, Weir still trained with the guides, but now that he had thoughts in his mind, he was particularly restless.He just looked forward to it day and night, always wondering why General Harry hadn't sent him a message, whether he didn't remember anything about him, and Xia Zuo looked sideways at that absent-minded look.

Now that Xia Zuo also knew the results of Weier's experiment, he began to believe in the sci-fi-sounding rumor, but considering factors such as the incubation period and sequelae, he didn't immediately change his attitude.However, this hard-spoken and soft-hearted guide still gave Verga a lesson very conscientiously, teaching him a lot of mental power.

Facing the caring inquiries of Jiaohua's guides, Weier couldn't talk about it. After all, it's not smart to say that he wants to resign before his next family is settled. Besides, he doesn't know how to explain to everyone that he is different. The mental strength is so strong, but the physical fitness is also good.

Hey, don't hang around with a guide for a long time and really think that you are a guide. In essence, you are an ordinary person.

Weir consciously worked his days like years, but in fact, after only 7 days, he received a message from General Harry, asking him to go to the training room on the 18th floor and the 25th floor to find Prince Moses for special training tomorrow morning.

Moses, Prince?

Will lay on the bed tossing and turning, feeling that the name was very familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while, recalled it not very seriously, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Weier left a note at Xia Zuo's door, roughly saying: Thank you for taking care of me these days, he has climbed to a higher branch now, no, he has found a more suitable training direction, I will stay there from now on, and come back to play with you when I have time.Also, your courses are very good. I would like to continue to come when you are free, is that ok?

Weier felt that with General Harry's careful thinking, he would definitely not forget to tell Xia Zuo about this matter, but he felt that he still had to show something, maybe he could buy some small things for Xia Zuo when he returned to the imperial capital, and then go to visit Jiaohua guides.

Well, that's a good idea, remember to ask Xia Zuo for the Guangnao number if you have the opportunity, even if you are a stalker.

Will was thinking about things while walking like this, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the appointed place.

Weier looked at the number of the room, and after confirming again that it was correct, he pointed the optical brain at the door lock, only to hear a soft "beep", and the mechanical door opened automatically.

Weier looked at the room in front of him, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to step in.Because it's a rather understated yet luxurious room.

Every piece of furniture inside is a priceless antique, and should be carefully maintained in the museum for the admiration of thousands of people. leave it alone.

Moreover, although these pieces of furniture are incomparably classical and gorgeous, they have been carefully arranged and placed in the same room, so they don't look complicated and exaggerated at all, but reveal a unique elegance everywhere.

This is not something that money can buy.

However, Weir couldn't understand these things either. His only thought was that this room is really beautiful, but it doesn't look like what training should be like at all?

After reconfirming that he did not go to the wrong room, Weier looked around the room from top to bottom suspiciously, until the sensor sounded an alarm, and then resolutely stepped on the fluffy carpet on the floor of the room.

Will walked cautiously on the white plush carpet, checked that his shoes hadn't left any footprints on it, and then continued walking, reaching the center of the room.

At this time, a luxurious high-backed chair in front of the fireplace slowly turned towards Will, and there was a person sitting on it.

This is a boy with a pure black doll head, wearing a short classic-style plaid dress, and a thick hardcover book is spread out on his knees.But at this moment, his eyes did not fall on the priceless solitary book, but met Weier's eyes.

——Those were a pair of stunning black eyes.