Magic System of PUBG

In a secret room, a group of people wearing strange collars around their necks and white overalls are sitting on a workbench, and the workbench is like a screen, with a very technologically projected line chart.

The logo on this line chart is the development progress of Ruihui Company.

I saw that this line chart was almost a power function, rising at an incredible rate, these mysterious people kept silent.

"I can't let the development go on like this anymore." Soon, a person broke the silence and said, with a strong Tokyo accent, and this person has nothing on his neck.

"I think so too, Joe, we must take some measures to limit its development, and then jump out to help him, let him know our strength, so that he can join us." Another white-clothed person said.

"That's right, but what I am worried about is that if he knows that we did it, something called hatred will grow. This is not what we need." The man in white called Joe shook his head and looked. Looking at this line chart, I suddenly fell into contemplation.

"Don't worry, Joe, leave it to me. He will never find out. Otherwise, losing his one day would be a big loss. If we get his artificial intelligence, our artificial intelligence is likely to take shape directly." Said eagerly, as if waiting for this person to decide.

The man frowned tightly, lowered his head and held his head for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked at the man in white.

"Are you sure you can do it well?"

Facing Joe’s question, the man patted his chest, and then said: "My ability to do things is the strongest among these nine models. You should be aware of it?"

"Well, if something goes wrong, your genes will have to be modified. I hope you can imagine the pain you endured at that time." Giotto said with a smile on his head, suddenly like a demon.

"Also, I said that I can't mention that model. The way you handle things makes me a little worried. Can you really handle it?" Joe cast a playful look.

"Don't worry about this." The white-clothed man looked at Joe with a little horror, but he replied very quickly, carefully looking at his collarbone near the engraved K-1.

"Okay, then he will leave it to you. If you can successfully catch it back, you should be able to gain a long period of freedom." Joe's legs were raised, and the desktop monitor was silently turned off, and then the chair seemed to be turned on. It was like a switch, and then slowly raised, there was a gap in the upper part of the office, and when the chair was up, the gap was closed.

These other people in white stood up from their seats and walked in different directions, a total of eight people.

Eight people entered different doors. The colors of these doors are different. All of them are fully automated and closed iron doors. The strange thing is that one door has a different color from the others, and this door has another eight. The color of this door seems to be the same as that of the other eight doors, and inside this door, it seems that no one has come out to hold this meeting.

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