In the criss-crossing ventilation ducts, Fan carefully walked inside.
In such a ventilation duct, it was not easy to find a way out.
He had been sneaking slowly in the ventilation duct for ten minutes, during which many hurried researchers and soldiers passed by his feet.
However, what surprised him was that the base where he was detained was not very high in terms of security level or guard strength.
Three hours later, Fan, who had been moving slowly in the ventilation duct, finally felt the fresh air.
He used the high temperature of the Gryphon to successfully fuse the welded steel mesh in front of him, and he finally successfully left the base.
Fan, who jumped out of the vent, finally knew his current location.
This base was the temporary base established by the rebels where he had previously hidden.
This discovery made him a little surprised, but he was relieved later.
This could also explain why the security level of this base was so low.
If the security facilities of this base were a higher level, he could be like The possibility of such an unharmed escape now is almost zero.
Fan moved carefully in the shadows formed by the night, and slowly he approached the gate of the base again.
The gate of this base has not yet been completely repaired after the last massive destruction by Van, and the facilities that control the opening and closing of the gate have not yet been repaired, so a lot of guards have been added to the gate to increase vigilance.
But for Fan, as long as the number of guards does not reach the critical point where quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, these guards do not pose much of a threat.
Mistakes will also occur in cautious human beings, even if they transform humans.
After all, humans can never compare with machines in certain conveniences.
So a frag grenade that didn't even pull the pull ring alarmed almost all the guards at the gate.
In this brief chaos, the information provided to him by Van's omniscient vision was enough for him to select a safe escape route that allowed him to avoid everyone's perspective.
When the panicked guards finally discovered the actual situation of the grenade, Fan had already quietly left the base.
Fan, who was walking in the dark woods, slowly turned around.
He took one last look at this small base.
What happened in these short three hours was certainly not just a pure escape for him.
What he saw and heard in this base had a profound impact on him, which he could not predict now.
Two days later, A-25 Death Angel Central Base.
Fan sat on the hospital bed with his upper body covered.
In front of him was Dr.
Raff, who was extremely busy and anxious.
Raf kept cursing in his mouth, and he cursed almost everyone who could be related to Van's experience, except of course the generals.
"Fan, you have to learn to refuse some things.
You have to know that you are different from them.
You are my future and the future of the organization.
Don't always put yourself in danger.
Those ordinary transformed people will die.
If you die, if anything happens to you, it will be almost the biggest tragedy in the history of human transformation research."
Dr.
Love raised his thick eyes and waved his hands and feet in an attempt to vent his anger.
Then he deliberately lowered his voice, "How could Major General Fagan let you come to the front line?
Doesn't he know how important your existence is to him?
How could he let you come on such a dangerous mission?"
Rafe's expression was Unconcealable indignation.
"I know it, I know it."
Rafe shook his arms, "They haven't realized how important your existence is.
Fundamentally, it's because we are not strong enough.
There is no living example that is powerful enough to shock everyone.
In front of them, my theory will never be taken seriously by the arrogant research community.
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It has already begun to rot, and most people have begun to be satisfied with the status quo.
They think they have no worries, but these people will pay the price for their stupidity sooner or later.
Human beings are developing, will the Zerg stop moving forward?
Those narrow-minded people.
Guys also need a complete defeat to remind them of the forgotten things."
Fan quietly listened to Rafe's complaints.
Although many of Rafe's words had violated taboos, he had no intention of interrupting.
The concern for him in Rafe's words, regardless of whether the starting point was really just for him, But at least what he brought to Brahma was care, and that was enough.
"I have checked the number of your ability cells, and their growth rate is indeed beyond my expectation.
It seems that your gene chain is indeed better than all existing modified humans, although this is related to a few residues of gef-7. , But no matter what, their growth rate is really shocking to me.
According to my estimation, it will take about one month for you to initially reach the threshold of the four-winged angel of death."
Raf pushed.
Frames.
"Also, I have already applied to Major General Fagan.
You no longer need to intervene in the next battle.
What you need most now is to recover from your injuries.
Also, I will also give your team members When you come back, let them be responsible for your safety during this time.”
Fan nodded after hearing this and said nothing.
"Oh, by the way, I will send you your new combat uniform tomorrow.
The original one can no longer be repaired.
This combat uniform can be considered a gift from me."
Raph raised his head.
Van was silent for a moment, and then said, "Thank you."
Rafe glanced at Fan in surprise, then twitched his lips, "If you really want to thank me, then promise me to live well, live better, and become stronger.
This is the greatest thank you to me."
"I will."
Fan nodded gently, his movements gentle, but his eyes firm.
"Just rest today.
I will come back to check your body tomorrow."
Raf pushed the mirror frame, then patted Fan on the shoulder, and finally walked out of the room.
After a while, Art and the three people who were waiting outside filed into the room.
"Boss, you are so proud.
Dr.
Raff came here personally just for you."
Art winked with a smile.
Fan shrugged helplessly, touched the wound on his left arm, and inevitably took a breath.
"Humph, you're just trying to be strong."
Mu glanced at Fan's injured left arm lightly.
"I said Mu, can't you just calm down for a while?
Isn't it because of us that you are like this?"
Art was a little angry for a moment.
"I didn't ask him to help us cut off the queen.
It was all of his own free will.
And I don't understand why Dr.
Love called us back.
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We have already started to control the situation."
"Come on, after all, you still want those points," Art said without any regard for mercy.
Mu was speechless for a moment, "So what if I'm just for points?
As reformers, isn't this what we live for?"
"That's your way of living, not mine."
Art looked at Mu with some contempt.
"That's enough."
Fan interrupted the dispute between the two at the right time.
"Starting from tomorrow, you will continue to return to the company.
I don't need your protection here.
I will tell Dr.
Love about this."
"Boss, but" Art still wanted to express something.
"I said, I don't need your protection."
Fan emphasized his tone again.
Looking at Fan, who was obviously a little sulky, Ate could only sigh, glanced at Mu beside him, and left the room with an angry groan.
Then Mu Ye left the room without saying a word.
"Your temper is getting worse and worse."
The remaining mandala smiled softly.
"You are really a hero now.
Those losers in the Eighth Company talk about you every day, as if they are afraid that others will not know that you are their company commander."
Mandala's tone couldn't tell what it was.
Praise or sarcasm.
"Oh, really."
Fan responded calmly, "Actually, they should be more confused about where the cybernetic warrior named Mandala went when the battle started."
As if hearing the sarcasm in Sanskrit's tone, Mandala narrowed his eyes slightly.
"If I remember correctly, she should be the heroic company commander who went to rescue her
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