Chapter 5121 — The Primordial Research Team
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Oh. Right." Brother Dafeng hurried after him. He did not know who Dr. Spectacles was, but he could more or less guess—most likely this was his own superior.
He followed the man through the airfield into a high-speed elevator. A moment later the doors opened. Brother Dafeng rubbed his eyes at the bustling scene before him and asked instinctively, "This is central headquarters?"
"That's right. This is central headquarters," the man said with a nod.
Over the years, Brother Dafeng had imagined central headquarters countless times. In his mind, an organization as unfathomable and tightly run as the Center would surely have a headquarters bristling with guards, a gathering place of titans, where any passerby would be some infamous fiend. Yet the scene before him was nothing of the sort.
A vast hall, with all manner of people coming and going—men and women, old and young, of every description. Their only common trait was that nearly all wore white lab coats, and each seemed desperately busy, discussing problems even as they walked, in tones that sounded highly academic and profoundly abstruse.
Above the various exits around the hall were marked the names of the sections: Human Body, Biochemistry, Intelligence, Weapons... Evidently these were the research directions of each section.
Brother Dafeng could not help swallowing hard. This was no central headquarters out of anyone's imagination—it was nothing short of a cutting-edge scientific research base!
"Let's go. Dr. Spectacles has limited patience," the man said, urging him on from ahead.
"Oh, right, right—so is it just researchers here?" Brother Dafeng probed casually.
"This floor is in charge of research. As for what other departments and people there are, I don't know either, but they must be on other floors. Unless there are special circumstances, one may not go to other floors at will. And of course, you can't wander freely through the various lab zones on this floor either. I imagine Dr. Spectacles will give you an access card in a bit—where you can go and where you can't, just swipe the card and you'll know," the man explained.
"All right." Brother Dafeng was rather disappointed. It seemed that even having reached central headquarters, digging out truly valuable core intelligence would not be so easy.
The man led Brother Dafeng to the door of a research office. After swiping in, Brother Dafeng was met face to face by a middle-aged man wearing enormous black-framed glasses—dark and gaunt, with a gaze exceedingly sinister and sharp.
"All right, go see to your work. Sample Seven's condition is a bit unstable—go and change his bottle of sedative," Dr. Spectacles instructed. Then he turned to Brother Dafeng. "Dafeng, first time at central headquarters. What are your impressions?"
Hearing that familiar hoarse voice, Brother Dafeng only now felt certain the man was indeed his superior. He hastened to answer with proper respect and a solemn face, "Reporting to my superior: it feels rather different from what I expected. It looks like a research base."
"Precisely. This is a research base. Do you know why I had you transferred here?" Dr. Spectacles said with a smile.
"Uh, no." Brother Dafeng shook his head.
"Because we're about to establish a Primordial Research Team here. This project is very important, and I named you to join it—consider it a chance for you to rise to glory. So long as you do well here, being the head of the Red Conch branch will be so much passing cloud. Only here is the golden road closest to the pinnacle of power," Dr. Spectacles said, his voice dripping with enticement. (To be continued.)