After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

46/Seven Streams

Headquarters of the Department of Special Operations.

Tang Xun'an walked into the most central building.

The armed men guarding the door saluted him, and Tang Xun'an nodded slightly in response.

I don't know if it was the misconception of the workers, but Tang Xun'an's expression was particularly indifferent today.

There seems to be a black murderous aura surrounding it.

Few people know that the underground of the central building is actually a cell for special prisoners.

As a violent agency, the measures taken by the Special Operations Department under abnormal circumstances may not be so humane.

It has been a week since I left the botanical garden. Tang Xun'an comes to the headquarters to report every day, and is more diligent than walking a dog.

07 Disappeared after his talent expired, researcher Ren Xuan committed suicide by jumping off the building, and the believers of the Kingdom of God mixed into the training team. For one thing, the spearhead points to the First Research Institute.

Insiders even suspected that those high-level pollutants at the First Research Institute were being traded.

trial room.

Bai Ze came out of the airtight darkroom and sighed helplessly.

Tang Xun'an was smoking at the door. The new tranquilizer is mint flavored.

The previous battle had caused his disease to increase a lot, and he just went to the research institute to get new medicine a few days ago.

The special medicine used by Tang Xun'an has not yet been circulated on the market because of its high cost.

"It's useless." Bai Ze said, "He does have clues. But hypnosis is useless to him."

B-level auxiliary system Apocalypse, Bai Ze.

Talents: Hypnosis, Clue Perception.

This "he" refers to the current director of the First Research Institute, Gong Weibin.

Tang Xun'an opened the door, walked in, and sat opposite Gong Weibin, staring at him.

The old man's hair was gray, his hands were chained in front of him, and he could even see the flesh-brown age spots at the bottom of his sparse hair.

He is a researcher at the same time as Qiao Yu, and also an apocalypse. The awakening is "Gene Editing", the replacement for "Talent 13 Gene Recombination", serial number 104, which is now almost 140 years old.

When seeing Tang Xun'an, the old man couldn't help grinning: "I still stick to my original opinion. You will become the biggest unstable factor. Unfortunately, Director Qiao is always so womanly. Now the 100,000-volt High-voltage electricity is useless for you. As long as the disease degree exceeds 100, the black dragon representing despair will return to the earth, bringing real despair to the world... I have seen it, and you have seen the painting of No. 0. We all know what the future holds.”

In the early years, Tang Xun'an would have been angered by such remarks, or defended in a panic.

But now, he was just smoking a cigarette quietly, very quiet, with no expression on his face, looking domineering.

Long periods of silence often make the interrogator feel stressed. Gong Weibin is no exception, but his spirit is still very calm.

He knew that Tang Xun'an couldn't do anything with him due to insufficient evidence and interrupted clues.

To be honest, even his arrest was actually illegal.

After a cigarette was finished, Tang Xun'an began to speak.

"The talent and time at my disposal," he said, "I know better than you that the future can be changed."

"Different branches are destined to lead to the same result. It's like different rivers that eventually flow into the same sea." Gong Weibin's face showed a sarcastic smile, "I admit, I don't like you. But I am very Clearly, your value to the human camp now. The First Research Institute still has more than 100 scientific researchers, I really can't guarantee that everyone's thoughts are highly unified."

"It's like you don't like me either. My spiritual threshold is not high, and I'm still a frail old man. But you didn't pull out the yellow dust, did you?"

Tang Xun'an stared at him with golden eyes. Cold and inorganic.

For a moment, he was indeed moved to kill.

But this killing intent was quickly bound by something more realistic.

Information from the first institute, unfinished scientific research projects, responses from other institutes…

The three related departments involved in pollution control work in cooperation with each other, but rarely interfere with each other. All internal cleaning strategies are adopted.

This is mainly to hold the Special Operations Department at bay. Historically, there were indeed apocalyptic agents from the Special Operations Department who, because of a quarrel with logistics, hurt the killer and bloodbathed a city's pollution prevention and control center.

Weapons have always required regulation and rules. Gong Weibin can be killed, but it is very troublesome. Because of his special status, there are many people behind him.

Tang Xun'an didn't want to disrupt this delicate balance for the time being.

Therefore, he changed a condition: "I want the First Research Institute to stop human transplant operations."

In the early days, transplants were mainly transplants from pollutants. This kind of surgery is risky, costly, and has serious rejection. It's just that people at that time had to try in order to gain more power.

Later, Gong Weibin created a human talent transplant.

Transplanting the talents of the newly awakened Apocalypse with a low spiritual power threshold to the Apocalypse with a high spiritual power threshold can better exert their strength.

He studied for a long time, performed many black operations, and received many punishments. However, he still only dared to propose an operation idea after Qiao Yu's death.

Gong Weibin wants to transplant the "gene recombination" from Qiao Yu to himself. The reason is very high-sounding - "for the future of mankind."

Of course this was not allowed. Just in case, Qiao Yu's students even chose to cremate the body immediately after the mentor's death.

Finally, Qiao Yu's urn was sent to the cemetery, and the deceased lover was buried together.

After Qiao Yu's death, the original research institute was divided into 13 institutes. Now they have gone into different fields of research. However, the First Research Institute is still the one with the highest scientific research level.

Gong Weibin said slowly: "The volunteers we choose are all voluntary donations. Most of them are volunteers who are old and die soon. The Institute appreciates their contributions..."

"If you don't agree, I will destroy the First Research Institute." Tang Xun'an also answered seriously, "Just like you think I am an unstable factor in human society, I also think that your First Research Institute will become a destabilizing factor in society.”

"History is always written by the victors. If you think the experimental subjects in your hands can beat me, then give it a try."

Gong Weibin narrowed his soybean-sized eyes.

It has been almost 50 years since Director Qiao passed away and Gong Weibin became the director and took over No. 1.

In the First Research Institute, the spiritual power threshold of Subject No. 1 is actually higher than that of Tang Xun'an.

That is Gong Weibin's most outstanding product. He even thinks that this work can perfectly replace Tang Xun'an - No. 1 has a fighting ability that is not inferior to a tyrant, and has a loyalty to the research institute that a tyrant completely lacks.

Experiment No. 1. Undocumented S-Class Apocalypse, "Hound". Lesion degree 67.3.

Spiritual power threshold: 14700.

Talents: 23 - Berserker, 129 - Fighting Expert, 271 - Teleport, 273 - Giant Strength.

If it is said that Tang Xun'an grew up in battle, then the hounds took the completely opposite path.

He was given medicine.

...just, this is not the time to bring out the "hound".

Gong Weibin thought for a moment, then smiled: "Deal."

In the middle of the night, Tang Xun'an finally ended his day's work and returned home.

It's very hot in summer, Xiaotian turned on the air conditioner and watched the female anchor learn to dance in the living room. If you are interested, you will also give the anchor a little reward.

It does not share a bank account with Tang Xun'an, and the number of 0s on Tang Xun'an's bank card is already too many for Xiaotian's two claws to count.

In short, it is the big brother of many anchors in the live broadcast area.

Many female anchors have expressed a good impression of it, but it is a pity that Xiaotian is very sorry.

Like its own owner, it is an older single dog.

Recently, Xiaotian discovered that his master seemed to have changed a bit. Specifically: standing on the balcony every night, silently looking at the direction of the headquarters training base. Occasionally giggles suddenly. Get up in the morning and consciously use your tail to hook the air next to you.

Combining with the reports he had received from Xiao Wang, the liaison officer, Xiaotian reasonably deduced that his master was interested in a certain student named Lu.

Today is the day when the academy training officially ends. Tang Xun'an got up early and took out the jade pendant that his mother had left him, which had been dusty for a long time.

When her mother died, she said that she probably wouldn't see Tang Xun'an marrying a daughter-in-law. If you meet someone you like in the future, remember to leave this family heirloom to him or her.

But today, as soon as Tang Xun'an came back, he sat on the sofa motionless, his eyes fascinated.

In his hand, he still held the one sent from the headquarters. Lu Yan's information.

If Zhou Qiming was at the scene, he would probably have seen the golden title on his head that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and some subtle changes have taken place.

Probably from "Desperate Black Dragon" to "Loveless Black Dragon".

Xiaotian can keenly sense that his master's motives are not right. So he turned off the live broadcast very intimately, got close to Tang Xun'an, and spread out his soft belly.

"Touch it, human. Touch until you're happy."

Tang Xun'an glanced at him and said nothing.

Xiaotian's dog shrugged: "Why, Baoer, the family heirloom was rejected?"

"No..." Tang Xun'an replied, word by word, speaking slowly, "I didn't send it out."

Xiaotian jumped three feet high: "Why? Brother, are you so cowardly? This is not your style!"

"His boyfriend."

‌As a person with a high sense of morality, Tang Xun'an would not be able to do such a thing by a third party.

Xiaotian immediately opened Taobao.com and searched for key words: Thailand's head down, breaking up by law.

It is very disappointed to find that this kind of thing has been blocked by the whole network because it involves feudal superstition.

Xiaotian had no choice but to stretch out his dog's paw to comfort him: "It's alright, you are in good health, and the object of Xiaolu must have died earlier than you."

As he was talking, the ipad screen lit up, and the Apocalypse Forum app alerted Tang Xun'an that he had received a new text message.

This software is not installed on his mobile phone, and the ipad is used by dogs. Because it ranks first in the forum, I receive many private messages every day.

Usually, Tang Xun'an didn't watch it.

But today, in order to divide his attention, Xiaotian suddenly opened the chat box.

"Listen carefully? Who is this person?" Xiaotian muttered to himself.

Before he could finish speaking, he was brushed three meters away by his master's hand and fell off the sofa, hitting a real dog gnawing at the mud.

Listening: In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, I thought about it for a while, and let me clarify.

Listening: I am single.