[Zhongyingmei] I just want to be a quiet good person

Martin woke up this morning feeling very refreshed. After kissing his wife and children goodbye, he planned to go to work in the research institute. He works in the research institute of brother Arvid, who is not in London all year round, so he has to shoulder the burden graduate School. For this purpose, Martin also retired from the army, obviously he could be a general soon.

Martin's wife is very supportive of Martin's decision. Mr. Arvid's sad expression on TV after the death of his lover made Mrs. Martin's girlish heart almost lovable by Solomon.

Martin is now leading the team of the research institute to travel through time and space. Although this technology looks like a fantasy now, they have already achieved the research results in the testing phase. Today is the bidding meeting. If you can't find another one, you can give money If the organization came, their research institute would not have the money to send it to Hong Kong.

Supporting the cause of the elder brother is the only thing he can do for the elder brother. It is said that the hunter plan will be canceled soon, but doesn't it mean that the effect of the defensive wall is not good?

O future of the earth! It is rare for Martin to worry about the country and the people.

But far away in England, no matter what Martin thinks, he is out of reach.

Having said that, was the United States the military power before?But it seems like it still is. When Martin stopped at a red light, he glanced at the documents scattered around the co-pilot. "Is the British military also interested in the portal? Did the British Empire use all the money raised by His Majesty the King to buy military equipment?" The current King has only one son, Prince George, and Prince Harry is still unmarried, so It is often complained by the media or the British people, whether it is the use of government funds or military expenditures will be mentioned.He is really "full of kindness" to the king.

To be honest, Martin never thought of selling it to the military. Although he gave the most, it was a waste to give to the military.

Martin parked the car, and saw a large group of media people piled up at the gate, "Colonel Martin is here!" A guy with a camera saw him, and Martin's scalp was numb. Before he could react, he was surrounded by a group of people Reporters surrounded.

"Mr. Martin, what do you think about General Inde-Brocken's refusal to be honored?"

"What do you think about Mr. Martin being a candidate for an honor?"

"So will the decision of this bidding meeting affect the result?"

The uncrowned kings piled up all the microphones in front of Martin, as if they were worried that they would miss any of Martin's answers and would be bombarded by the editor-in-chief after returning.

The news hit Martin like a bomb, "What? Isn't it normal that the elder brother won't come back?" Hearing the news, Martin felt a little impatient in his heart, pushed away all the media reporters, and fled into the research institute.

"It's really hard!" Martin wiped his sweat, obviously there was no one at the door.

However, the institute is very busy because of this bidding meeting. The researchers have no such experience, and they are all worried that there will be accidents. This is the first time that the institute conducts scientific research independently, so they are very concerned about vacating a room for the guests. The product display is a bit embarrassing.

However, with the arrival of the bosses of big companies and some official organizations, Martin's bidding meeting has officially begun.

"In the past, in science fiction, devices like portals could be said to be clichéd, but in modern society, such existences are just as unbelievable as a gray hole, but now, maybe you buy a small steamed bun from Shanghai to take out It can reach your home in London immediately, and this is what I will show you, and I named it the PORTAL plan, of course, don’t worry, we have applied for the name Portal to Villefort.” The audience There was a lot of laughter, most of the bosses had played this game. (Portal messed in)

Martin pressed the button, and a huge teleportation array immediately appeared on the screen, "...this is PORTAL1.0. In the future, we will continue to design it to be more compact and convenient. Our goal is to make cars and airplanes From now on, it will become a thing of the past, let the distance of light years become close, and let the sun appear in the palm of your hand."

The executives were taken aback by Martin's speech, "What you said is indeed very tempting, but can you really complete this plan?" Some people still see how big a problem this is, and now they All you see are drawings, not real objects.

"Indeed, it would be embarrassing if this could only be theoretical. But...if that were the case, then I wouldn't have called you here." Martin opened the wall behind him, and there was A room more than ten times larger than the meeting room, but there are only two teleportation arrays that have just stayed on the theory and draft paper.

With a white background, strong lights on both sides, and a large chandelier hanging from the top, it is obvious that these two chandeliers have no place to be in the same room as the test subject.

"My character is rather anxious, and I am more practical, so I think at least I have to show you a possibility, a possibility that can change the world!" Martin clapped his hands, and the staff immediately opened the teleportation array, and the teleportation array appeared There was a white curtain, and the bosses felt a strong wind blowing indoors.

"It's a big trouble for my brother. It took more than a billion dollars to complete, which made his mech design a lot less." That's why he hoped for success. Martin thought about it for several years and experimented. For several years, he hoped that he could push it to the battlefield after he succeeded, which might turn the tide of the battle or something.

Martin walked to the side of the teleportation array, and delivered a book from the platform below, which was "Time Paradox".

Martin took a deep breath, picked up the book, and threw the book out with the power of a discus throw. The book passed through the white screen, and was thrown out by the white screen of another teleportation array, directly hitting the There was a thud on the glass panel of the control room, and it fell to the floor.

"Are you successful?" The military representative saw infinite possibilities, if he could have this technology...

"No, this technology is not yet comprehensive, and I can't explain it well yet." Martin stepped out of the platform, intending to close the teleportation array, but suddenly there was an exclamation from the control room, and someone warned from the radio: "All personnel from The test room is evacuated, and the portal is out of control." Martin ran away when he heard that. "Evacuate quickly! Turn off the energy controller!"

However, it seems that a typhoon started to blow in the laboratory room, and the large chandelier on the roof seemed to be attracted by the teleportation array, swaying back and forth, being staggered by the blowing Martin suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, pat ,power cut.And the big chandelier also fell down and was absorbed by the teleportation array. Not only the big chandelier, but also the white curtain was attracting other things. The "Time Paradox" had also disappeared into the white curtain.

"Close the door!" Martin saw that everyone was evacuating, and immediately gave instructions. Of course, he also evacuated himself. He would not do desperate things. He is a man with a wife and children.

"That's what I said, there's no way to explain it." Martin panted, he was very close to the teleportation array before, so it was really very dangerous.

"It's almost like acting." A boss got up, turned and left.

The bidding meeting was also forced to suspend because of this accident. Martin thought about that outcome, but surely someone would choose for that book's sake.

The bidding meeting was over, and Martin's work was over. Martin saw that there was no one going down to the parking lot at the gate of the institute. The situation in the morning was really scary.

"It feels like losing control of the teleportation array is not as scary as these uncrowned kings." Martin hates these eloquent guys the most, they tell stories and slander maliciously.

Martin got into his car, he turned on the speakers, loosened his tie, a burst of fatigue hit him, forget it, take a nap.He worked almost non-stop on the portal project, and it finally came to a successful conclusion.Even if sleeping in the car is too fussy, there is nothing better than being able to sleep well.

"By the way, I have to send a message to my brother, and I will have money to let my brother continue to develop mechs in the future. PPDC is really too poor." Martin pressed the call button.

An intern reporter from the Sun newspaper was assigned by his seniors to guard Mr. Martin in the parking lot. He learned from the researcher that there seemed to be an accident in today's bidding meeting. East and West.

The intern reporter sneaked up next to Martin's Mercedes-Benz. He saw that Mr. Martin seemed to be resting in the distance, so he was embarrassed to disturb him, but the intern reporter found that Mr. Martin's cell phone was ringing. Out of goodwill, the reporter called He knocked on the car window, intending to wake Martin up.

But Martin didn't wake up. The trainee reporter saw Martin's face pale and started to twitch, "Come here! Someone's been killed!"

Headlines are here!The reporter took a photo out of conscience, but he touched the camera frame, and without hesitation, smashed the window of the passenger seat, who cares, lives matter.

Unfortunately, the intern Uncrowned King, who had a rare conscience, was not able to wake up his Mr. Headline with a damaged Canon camera, and Martin did not respond to any first aid measures.

Lying quietly under the car seat, the page of the mobile phone is still stuck on the number of "big brother", but unfortunately, this number cannot be dialed for the rest of his life.

And Dantalion, whose soul was finally complete, finally opened his eyes at midnight.

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