Chapter 278: One Step, One Bow At noon on July 7, on the other side of the ocean, Behemoth headquarters in New York received news of the disastrous defeat at the front. Within just half an hour, people were in a panic and almost fell past cognition made it impossible for them to accept such an absurd fact, until the rescue helicopter returned with George and five Inhumans, which completely shattered their remaining delusions. George was rushed to the treatment room. He had a splitting headache, a feeling that every thought in his mind was being secretly spied on, and occasional pains that drove him crazy. After the examination, the medical expert affiliated with Behemoth looked at the CT film in his hand, carefully observing the foreign body embedded deep in the brain structure. His face was a little heavy, and he shook his head and said regretfully: "Mr. George, it's a one in a million miracle that you're still alive. We can't take the contents of your brain out, and its location is rather special. If something unexpected happens, there's no way we can save it." "It's over. Everything is over." George slumped in his chair, his expression dull, and he felt that all his strength and soul had been drained from his body; Whenever he had the thought of having an operation, the fire rooted in his brain would react, burning his face so much that veins appeared on it, like a wounded beast. Feeling lost, George walked out of the medical room like a zombie. Afterwards, he urgently convened a board meeting and explained to the other eight directors what happened on the island. Especially when they heard about the tsunami that destroyed the cruiser, everyone frowned and felt despair. There is no doubt that it was the work of the Eastern alien. SP0 and SP13 were all captured. Behemoth lost miserably in this war, and its wealth was almost emptied. "Mr. Directors, this is the latest news we received. Please have a look!"
Suddenly, an assistant director who was in charge of maintaining order in the meeting interrupted. He projected the front-line pictures recording the island battlefield onto the screen, which were replaced by Jiang Mo's second recording, along with an email. The video played step by step, and Jiang Mo, as the winner, issued a final notice to the defeated Behemoth, Holy Prison, List, Black Magic Council, Nathan Island and dozens of other alien forces distributed around the world. "I also ask you to come from afar, bring your school's heritage, such as scriptures, secret books, rare treasures, climb the stone steps of my mountain gate, kowtow with every step, and apologize for your crimes. Otherwise, I am willing to come to your pavilion in person and make friends with martial arts." In the picture, Jiang Mo is sitting on the ground, drinking tea from a cup, with an untainted attitude and a smile on his lips like warm sunshine, as if all these requests are taken for granted in his eyes. In just a few dozen seconds of video, the names of multiple alien organizations were mentioned, and those who were targeted couldn't escape even if they wanted to. "What does he mean?" At the conference round table, a younger director could not understand the untranslated words in the original video and could not help but ask the assistant beside him. "What he meant was that we should abandon all dignity, take the most valuable research materials, go to their ancestral site, stop and kneel down after every step, put our hands together, bend our spines, touch our heads to the ground, and wait until we have walked 1,200 steps and offer our apology with both hands." "If not, he will come to us in person. The last word is a pun, just a more civilized way of saying it, but the underlying meaning is a threat. In the worst case, he will repeat the massacre on North Kolai Island in our headquarters." The assistant suppressed his uneasiness and explained in detail. The directors present all looked livid, shocked and frightened. Such an arrogant guy is unique. Except for Behemoth, which force is not dominant? How could he be treated so contemptuously? "." The conference room was dead silent, no one stood up to voice their opposition. Things were different now. The monster on the other side of the ocean truly had the power to destroy all alien organizations, and they could not contend with it by outsmarting them. "Do we really have to bow down to him?!" “This is too shameful.” "But what if he really calls?" This is a difficult problem faced by everyone. These business tycoons and elites who come from chaebol families consider themselves superior to others and are extremely precious about their lives. Ever since they read the battlefield reports, no matter how demanding the request was, they would not doubt that the madman who had killed nearly a thousand aliens would not keep his word. Especially George, who survived the disaster and has the most say. He is still so nervous that his hands are cold and sweaty.
The three directors, Leon, Ged and Ron, were crushed to death like insects. The opponent could kill people in a moment. The most terrifying thing was that this monster, which was comparable to a god, had no external things that could pose a threat or check on him. "Do as he asks" "Otherwise, we will all die." George was trembling as he spoke. He suppressed his inner fear and said through gritted teeth, "I'll go." "I will bear this humiliation." Not only did he want to bear the consequences of the failure of the action, he also wanted to get from Jiang Mo the method to extinguish the fire deep in his mind. Otherwise, he would live in the shadow for the rest of his life, which was something he could not tolerate. The other directors looked at each other, and although they sympathized with George's situation, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief; To apologize by carrying a thorn stick on one's back is almost equivalent to erasing all the reputation and achievements they have accumulated in the past. For these representatives of the chaebols who live a life of compromise, it is the most torturous mental torture except for death. Once accepted, their personality will be shattered and covered with an indelible shadow. The meeting lasted less than half an hour, and the board agreed to George's proposal, and he went to the laboratory under the headquarters building to mobilize resources. When George met Sanchez, Gatoje and other chief scientific doctors again, he didn't know that they had become puppets. He still had a strong desire to survive and begged them to check their bodies to see if there was still a possibility of recovery. This request was exactly what the laboratory controller wanted. Soon, George was sent to the ward. Various sophisticated instruments scanned his brain and found the innate Qi fire lurking deep inside. They tried to extract it but failed. The most horrifying thing was that George, who was tied up tightly and given a large dose of anesthesia, was in a deep sleep and seemed to be controlled by someone. He suddenly chanted: "Do you want me to come over now?" It was Jiang Mo's voice. "!!!" Sanchez, who was still analyzing, was so frightened that he immediately stopped his actions and controlled the artificial intelligence in his brain to turn off the detection equipment. As the holder of the most specific data about Jiang Mo besides the Trinity Sect, it relies on the Internet for survival and is unwilling to confront him openly before it becomes completely strong. Afterwards, George was awakened, and Sanchez prepared a batch of SP13 evolution reagents for him, as well as some rare minerals in the resource library, and ant-like animals that, when injected with PL1 reagents, would awaken their abilities and intelligence to levels similar to those of humans. The drugs in the SP series and PL series are similar. The former are versions for human use, while the latter are studied on animals as experimental subjects. After countless failures, summarization and improvement, and re-development, the success of SP reagents was laid. On July 7, at 21:16 in New York, a black Rolls-Royce drove out of the Behemoth headquarters building and headed straight for the airport. Due to the nearly 12-hour time difference and the 12 hours of travel time, George arrived at Trinity Gate at 7pm on July 22. Sensing the approaching innate Qi, Jiang Mo ordered Zhuge Yu to go and meet it. In the afterglow of dusk, quaint buildings and Taoist temples stand among the mountains. Looking from below, they are misty and distant, with countless rays of light, as if it is a fairyland on earth. "Boom" "Boom" The fat old man kowtowed with every step, sweat pouring down his face. He did not dare to slack off, but just kept moving forward to reduce his sins. The whole journey took nearly three hours. When they arrived at the mountain gate, George, who was breathing rapidly, was so tired that his face turned pale and his head was dizzy. He almost lost half his life here. "Junior requests to see you. Request to see Xuanzun." George knelt on the ground and begged, tears streaming down his face. He had never suffered such humiliation before and his heart was in great pain. Chang Qing showed disgust in his eyes and shouted at him to drive him away: "Master uncle doesn't want to see you, leave your things behind, and go back to where you came from."
"Wow. But. But" When George thought of the foreign object in his head, he felt like something was stuck in his throat and begged bitterly: "Please, let me go." “I have done everything I could.” "Zhuge, show the guest away." Changqing turned a blind eye and showed no mercy. "Think about the family behind you. Don't make any more mistakes for the rest of your life. Be careful with what you say and do." Zhuge Yu gave these instructions and, ignoring his prayers, used the power of the magic circle to move them to the foot of the mountain, where they were cut off from the inner and outer realms, and could not enter any further. Sad sobbing sounds were heard in the dim forest. George stayed there for a long time. It was not until late at night that he left with the five people in a daze. The six silver boxes shipped from Behemoth headquarters contained SP13 potions, rare metals, extraterrestrial ores, and some firearms that were still under development and testing. Their value could not be measured in monetary terms. Jiang Mo opened it and took a look. Only three bullet ants were left, locked in a special container. Through the glass, he could clearly sense the emotions of violence and hatred brewing inside. These creatures, mutated by the evolutionary fluid injected by Behemoth, were extremely intelligent and even had the rudiments of souls. Zhuge Yu was curious about those laser guns and took them all away. The rest of the resources were taken to the underground laboratory by Cheng Zhen. Will is still on the mission and has not returned. There are over a thousand targets scattered all over the place. Even with the positioning of the soul compass, it is not so easy to clear them all. On July 7, the news that Behemoth kowtowed to Jiang Mo spread in the forum, shocking people everywhere. Tens of thousands of aliens around the world were dumbfounded. They could not have imagined that Behemoth, who had always been strong, would be the first to be unable to bear the pressure and choose to surrender. The other alien forces, relying on their remote location and the fact that they still had some strength left, were unwilling to atone for their sins, so they dispersed and went into hiding. (End of this chapter)