Viper's body suddenly sank as if an invisible force suppressed it, and his entire body instantly lost control.
Even in the virtual world, Viper felt a cold sweat at this moment, and his heartbeat accelerated.
A bizarre voice boomed in Viper's ears as if it was as ethereal as a ghost: "I've been waiting for you for so many days, and you've finally appeared!"
Viper tried his best to suppress his inner fear and said with a somewhat trembling voice, "Who the ... hell are you?" Although he realized that today might be the last day of his life, strangely enough, he instead felt an inexplicable openness.
He wanted to know the person's identity among the Underworld Walkers in front of him. This was not out of vengeance but because he had always deeply respected MX. No matter which aspect, this person in front of him was beyond his reach; he was like a high mountain that the viper could only look up to. This person had become an idol in Viper's heart without realizing it. Regarding his fate, Viper didn't have too many complaints or unwillingness. As early as he learned that MX might be an Underworld Walker, he had already mentally prepared himself.
Viper froze there alone in a strange position, surrounded by emptiness, so silent that only his heartbeat could be heard.
That voice drifted left and right, teasing him, "Hey, haven't you investigated? How could you not know who I am?"
Viper's face was a shade of green and white as he shouted angrily, "I'm nowhere near as good as you, but why are you toying with me like this?"
There was a few seconds of silence before the voice said with a hint of apology, "I apologize for my behavior just now." Suddenly, the voice became cold and full of killing intent, "I think you must understand very well why I'm looking for you!"
Viper's heart trembled as he realized that what was coming was coming after all. There was no need for him to hide it anymore, so he explained how he accepted the commission and invaded the core of the training base one by one.
After finishing, Viper's heart was in a miserable state. Knowing he might be finished this time, he closed his eyes and awaited the final judgment.
However, after half a day, there was no movement. At some point, his body also returned to normal. Viper said tremblingly, "If you want to do it, do it now!" But the surroundings remained silent without any response. A few pedestrians passing by in the distance looked at him with the eyes of an idiot as if they were watching a madman talking to himself.
Did ... he let himself go? Viper thought in disbelief. He tried to move a few steps and realized the voice he would never forget had disappeared. Viper desperately suppressed the urge to cry and logged out of the virtual world as fast as possible.
The atmosphere in the Yang family's research center suddenly became tense. Supervisor Paul was initially sitting comfortably in a soft sky breeze chair enjoy, enjoying the scenery outside, but stood up violently at this moment. His face lost its usual calmness and was replaced by a touch of gravity and seriousness.
The entire research center was already in a mess, and all the researchers were panicking. They looked at the light brain screen above the data, crazy jumping as if announcing the arrival of a disaster.
Paul frowned tightly and shouted deeply: "Don't panic! Return to your positions! " His voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty and calmness that made people unconvinced.
Paul's composure infected the crowd, and the scene was soon under control. The thin young man ran over with a panicked face, "Supervisor, it's not good! Someone has attacked our light brain system, and now the light brain is completely out of control! What should we do?"
"The light brain is out of control?" Paul's brain buzzed as if hit by a heavy hammer. It took him half a day to come back to his senses, looking at Alexander with a bemused and expectant look on his face. Paul took a deep breath. He knew he had to stay calm; otherwise, the entire research center could be thrown into even greater chaos.
He immediately came to his senses and shouted to everyone, "Everyone listen to me! This is a time of crisis for us, but I believe we can get through it! Please believe in yourself and trust our team! What we need to do now is to find a solution to the problem as soon as possible!"
After saying that, Paul and Alexander rushed to the light brain control room in a hurry; the usually empty spare brain control room was now crowded with people who had a miserable look on their faces. They looked at the data on the screen, constantly jumping in their hearts, filled with fear and anxiety.
An old researcher saw Paul come in and quickly waved to him: ''Paul, supervisor, you quickly come and take a look! The situation is terrible. We have tried all sorts of methods, but none can control the light brain's loss of control!" His voice was full of anxiety and helplessness.
Paul went up and looked at the data on the screen, then turned to Dr. Edward and said, "Dr. Edward, how is the situation? Do we still have any way to control the light brain?" His tone was indescribably heavy as if a huge mountain was pressing on his shoulders.
Dr. Edward shook his head, "It's awful! The other party is probably an Underworld Walker. He invaded our research center without a sound, and we didn't notice a thing. This is truly our dereliction of duty!" He lowered his head with a shameful expression as he finished speaking.
Paul said in an urgent voice, "Then, is there any other way we can try now?" He knew that time was life at this moment, and every extra minute of delay could plunge the research center into an even greater crisis.
Dr. Edward pointed to the dozen or so researchers wearing virtual helmets to the side and said, "We can only rely on them now. They are considered good in the Underworld Walkers. If they can find the other party and succeed in stopping him, then we still have a glimmer of hope." After a moment of silence, he finished speaking and added, "You'd better inform the family head quickly to request his support!"
Paul nodded without any nonsense and directly connected to the family head's communicator. Half a day had passed, but there was no response from the communicator as if there was a problem on the family head's side as well. Paul's face changed again and again, and the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but think: Could it be that something had happened on the master's side as well? This is definitely a premeditated action! Who exactly is the other party? Why is he targeting our Yang family?
However, at this moment, he could not afford to think too much. Paul said to Dr. Edward in a deep voice: "Dr. Edward, you keep an eye on this side first. I'll go and ask the family head for help!" After saying that, he violently turned around and walked towards the door.
Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, "Supervisor Paul, you have to be careful! This is an 80-story building!" Paul, however, jumped straight from the window as if he hadn't heard, his eyes full of conviction and determination, as if he had prepared for the worst.
In mid-air, Paul's right-hand index finger and middle finger gently touched the mecha space button on his left wrist. Brush, a full-body red humanoid mecha, suddenly appeared before his eyes. Paul deftly rolled over onto the mech's right arm and instantly entered the cockpit. The mech engine roared to full power, brought a powerful airflow to the northwest, and flew rapidly!