The Road to Slaying God

The little monk is very busy!

The little monk was very angry!

The young monk vented his anger on dozens of gray-haired old people.

This is a research base in Yanjing with an elegant environment. There is an armed police station at the entrance of the base. It is also one of the bases directly managed by the general, and China's best space technology scientists are concentrated here.

"Twenty-four hours, I and you have twenty-four hours. If you don't open the space channel, you will all be shot!"

The little monk on the screen was furious, with a vicious expression on his face, and the two kitchen knives in his hands were spinning like windmills, giving people an extremely weird feeling.

Under the screen, stood the general. Behind the general were more than thirty white-haired old scientists. These scientists all looked at the little monk with their eyes wide open. They all saw the legendary monk for the first time. Smart program.

The general was sweating profusely and kept wiping his forehead.

Shoot all the scientists here!

The general was speechless. If all the scientists here were really shot, China's space technology would be decades behind. You know, it takes a long time to train a space scientist.

"Little monk, I see..." The general had to speak. He couldn't possibly order the scientists here to be shot. The only option left was to persuade the runaway little monk.

"Stuttering, little monk, I don't care. In short, you have to open the space window for twenty-four hours. For twenty-four hours, I won't give you one more second of space." The little monk interrupted the general angrily. In desperation, , he actually called out the general’s previous nickname.

"However, there are many technical problems that cannot be solved. It will take at least three months to solve these problems." An old man with few hairs on his head is not afraid of the little monk. Naturally, he does not know how scary the little monk is.

"Old guy, you have been eating rice in vain for decades. I have given you so much data and information, but you still can't open the space window. You are really an old and immortal waste!" The little monk has already given you so much data and information. He got anxious and cursed loudly.

"you you you……"

The old man's face turned red and green as he was scolded by the little monk. This was the first time he had been scolded like this in his life.

Regarding this matter, the other scientists looked at the little monk on the screen with anger. After all, scolding the old man was tantamount to scolding them. They were usually honored so much that they could not bear this kind of anger.

"Ahem, little monk, you'd better do the calculations first to see if there are other ways to open the space window. Let me see if it can be done in 24 hours." The general felt that his whole body was wet with sweat. These old scientists are more precious than pandas. I didn’t expect that they would be scolded by the young monk. The only way now is to separate the two parties first, otherwise the situation will become more and more tense. Although he is a general, but for these scientists It doesn't have much binding force.

"Damn it, if I have my way, I will give you a shit! Okay, twenty-four hours, if the space window cannot be opened by then, I will blow up this research institute. Damn it, you are a bunch of old losers. …”

The little monk cursed again, and then, the screen flashed, and the main control room fell silent, leaving behind a group of ugly-looking scientists and sweaty generals.

"General, although we have some technological means from alien civilizations, the space window cannot be opened twenty-four hours a day. Whether it is a parallel space or a different space, there is a kind of quantum..."

"Fart, nothing in this world is impossible. Old guy, don't tell me anything about quantum atoms. When the little monk was playing with high technology, you still wore crotchless pants. It would be twenty-four hours. If twenty-four The space channel cannot be opened in an hour, and I will no longer provide any alien technology to Zheng Ax in the future. Okay, that’s it, if you have anything to ask me, I’ll be waiting 24 hours a day!”

Before the old man finished speaking, the little monk suddenly jumped onto the screen again, with a ferocious expression on his face. Looking at him like that, he wanted to run off the screen with a kitchen knife and chop the old man to death with two kitchen knives.

"..."

A group of old men immediately looked at each other. If they were told to shoot them, they would not take it to heart at all. They also knew that no one would shoot them. However, if the young monk said that he would not provide space technology, this would be a huge blow to them. threaten.

As an excellent scientist, the research on science has become almost crazy. If the little monk threatens not to provide some technology, it will be a huge punishment for them. Over the years, they have also heard about the intelligent programs that provide them with technical support. , naturally knowing the young monk’s ability in this area.

Finally, all eyes fell on the general.

"I have no choice. In the human world, there is only one person who can restrain him, and this person cannot restrain him now due to various reasons. You only have twenty-four hours. I wish you good luck. !”

The general shrugged, with a helpless expression, turned around and strode out. He must find Zhang Yang now. He knew that Zhang Yang was the source of this matter. If he could find Zhang Yang, everything would be easier to handle.

However, the general knew very well that the chance of finding Zhang Yang was zero. With Zhang Yang's ability, if he didn't want to be found, no one would be able to find him.

"General, we have one last option."

The moment the general left the door, a scientist hesitantly called the general to stop.

"Say!" The general's eyes lit up and he immediately stopped.

"We can only use the technology provided by the little monk to find the location of the space window. However, we cannot open the space window because the technology provided by the little monk requires the manufacture of some equipment, and these equipment require a large amount of rare metals. These Metals do not exist on the earth at all, and it will take a long time for us to develop earth metals to replace these metals..."

"To put it bluntly, every additional sentence you say will shorten the twenty-four hours by a few seconds." The general interrupted the scientist.

"In fact, we promised before that it was impossible to open the space window in one week, let alone twenty-four hours. This is simply a task that cannot be completed in a short time, because those rare metals are not available on Earth. Unable to find a replacement, our only method now is to use brute force to open the space window..."

"How?" the general asked with interest.

"The space window is actually a compressed space crack. It rotates irregularly around the earth at sub-light speed. It has no fixed place and floats uncertainly. However, through the data provided by the little monk, we can calculate its trajectory, so we It is not difficult to find the space channel. The difficult thing is how to open the space channel. According to the little monk's theory, we build a machine, a machine that can emit brain wave frequencies. The only difference is that the radio waves emitted by this machine Tens of thousands times stronger than ordinary people, or even more, through this kind of brainwave similar to mental power, the cracks in the space in motion are torn apart..."

"I'm just a general who leads troops to fight. Please be more direct." The general frowned.

"Ahem... To put it simply, we can't find people who use mental power to tear apart space channels. However, that's why we make this kind of machine that emits mental power ourselves. However, I thought of a way. Our country has Many spiritual masters, such as generals!”

"Well, continue!" The general nodded. He understood this. He had used his mental power to detect the space window, but it was difficult to control the space window that moved at sub-light speed, let alone open the space channel.

"We can gather a group of mentally strong masters to drag the space channel to a fixed space, and then use the huge energy of the missile explosion to tear the space channel apart..."

"Use missiles?!" The general opened his mouth and looked at the scientist in surprise.

"Yes, this is the only way I can think of to open the passage to another space 24 hours a day. Of course, using missiles to tear apart the space is just an idea, and there is no guarantee that the space passage can be truly opened."

"This... this has to be considered feasible for the young monk. Moreover, launching missiles does not mean launching them on the fly. If it is on the high seas, the launch time and military martial law must be announced to avoid causing casualties to surrounding fishing boats and oil tankers. The international impact must also be assessed..."

…

Soon, the little monk was summoned back by the general. Immediately, the data flow on the screen washed down like a waterfall. The entire data flow actually formed a leaking light curtain, which showed how fast the little monk's calculation speed was.

"Twenty percent!"

"What 20 percent?" The general and the scientist said in unison as they looked at the deep-thinking little monk on the huge screen.

"The success rate can reach 20%." The young monk's face was a little solemn.

"Then find another way." The general looked disappointed. Twenty percent means failure. If it is fifty percent or forty percent, you can still take a gamble. And twenty percent success The rate is really too low.

"Gamble!" The little monk suddenly struck a virtual piece of wood with a kitchen knife. The wood was smashed into pieces and flew across the sky like snowflakes.

"It's a bet!" The general's heart tightened.

"Yes, it is impossible to rely on these old guys to come up with a solution. If it is too late, Zhang Yang will be in danger. If Zhang Yang is in danger, Xiao Na, Xiao Na, Xiao Na will not be alive... "The young monk's voice was low, with a look of determination on his face.

"Why?" The general was stunned again. He had never thought that Zhang Yang's position in the young monk's heart would be so important.

"He is my child, the only surviving child among my hundreds of children. I can't let him die, I can't let him die, can't..." The little monk's voice was a little hoarse.

…

Looking at the little monk's face with a heavy expression, the general discovered for the first time that the little monk was no longer a program, but a real person. Except that he didn't have a human body, his thoughts, his expressions, and his behavior were different than those of a human being. People are more like one person.

(To be continued)