In the blink of an eye, the underground lava world had entered a period of industrial development. Black and white televisions, telephones, and even small cars, the entire human society had gradually entered the steel forest of high-rise buildings.
Xu Zhi was still in the secret laboratory of the base.
no matter what, they have completely developed. Xu Zhi sat quietly in front of the desk in the laboratory at the base. He was sitting on a white bench with a window behind him, looking at the detailed and thorough investigation reports.
The office in front of him was like an Army. Thirty-seven laboratory assistants in white coats stood solemnly. Each of them had a black square system chip attached to the back of their necks.
these system assistants that were created should be recycled. The laboratory of the God of creation base should be destroyed now. After all, there is no longer any meaning for its existence.
Hualala!
