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"General," General Stryker heard a knock on the door, but he ignored it and continued to look at the documents on the desk.

A moment later, there was a loud noise outside the door, Stryker frowned slightly, put down the pen in his hand, and folded his hands together.

"General!" The employee in charge of managing personnel's entry and exit glanced at Stryker in fear. A doctor in a white coat had obvious anger on his face, and he slammed the table hard.

"Go out." General Stryker said.

The employee secretly let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed that General Stryker was in a good mood today, and his job was finally saved.

"Citric!" Dr. Rice couldn't control his anger, and he was so angry that the veins on his temples bulged.

General Stryker nodded to him, motioning him to sit down on the chair in front of him.

"What the hell are you planning?" Dr. Rice preemptively just sat down and asked, if he didn't find something strange and checked it, he wouldn't know that the current plan has been changed beyond recognition by General Stryker!

"Don't be so angry, Dr. Rice." Stryker stood up from the chair, his fat figure was indeed unusually agile when he walked around, and only from this point could it be seen that he used to be a soldier, and his wine had already been exhausted his body.

Stryker poured two glasses of whiskey, and he added ice cubes into the glasses with a tong, and the transparent ice cubes made a crisp sound—clang, clang.

Stryker put a glass of wine in front of Dr. Rice, took a sip, and then sat back in his seat, "Dr. Rice, don't you think our plan is really too slow?"

Dr. Rice's eyes widened, and his eyes were bloodshot. He asked angrily, "What do you mean? You want to cancel this plan? Don't forget..."

He couldn't finish his sentence, so Stryker had already interrupted him.

"No, our plan continues. However, I'm thinking that to get Congress to agree to implement this plan, we need to add fire." General Stryker took a sip of whiskey and then gave Dr. Rice a meaningful look.

Add more fire?Dr. Rice's anger subsided. He put his hands on the table without looking at the glass of whiskey. "What do you mean?"

"Dr. Rice, what did you research on those mutants?" General Citrick didn't answer directly, but asked such a question.

Dr. Rice was a little uncomfortable. He adjusted his sitting posture and felt that the chair seemed not so comfortable.

General Stryker didn't seem to notice his embarrassment, he took a sip of wine, and a blush of excitement appeared on his pale face washed away by the wine.

"I found a mutant." General Cetrik seemed to be drunk, his tone was erratic, "As long as we find him, we will definitely be able to make a breakthrough, and if the Weapon X program has any results, then we must persuade It's also much easier for the mercenary politicians."

Dr. Rice sneered, just now, he thought Stryker had come up with some good idea.

Dr. Rice felt that the chair seemed less uncomfortable. He picked up the glass and was about to take a sip.

Stryker said again: "That mutant has countless abilities, as long as he wants, he can destroy the world at any time." Stryker's voice was sharp and high, as if something pinched his neck.

Dr. Rice looked at Stryker in astonishment. He had never seen General Stryker like this, but he lowered his head. In this way, that mutant was indeed very helpful to their research.

"How? What do you think?" General Stryker's breath calmed down, and he looked at Dr. Rice leisurely.

Although he thought that Stryker's idea was good, Dr. Rice did not admit it directly, but crossed his hands and asked indifferently: "So General Stryker, where is this mutant now?"

"Las Vegas!"

"Black Jack!"

In Las Vegas, a city full of lights and feasting, the carnival continues all night long, and well-dressed men and women appear in various casinos in an endless stream, and the sound of laughter, singing and dancing fills the air.

Luxurious and luxurious, soft and fragrant, some people call this place heaven, while others call it hell.

However, for Qius, this place is undoubtedly paradise.