Meeting

Great Britain Transmigrator Registration Bureau—London Headquarters

This was a conspicuous building located on Fifth Avenue in London.

Its shape somewhat resembled a gigantic Western sword standing upright.

It had more than fifty floors in total.

Its outer structure was made of glossy, opaque black glass.

There were two entrances and exits at the bottom.

Each entrance was guarded by dozens of burly men in uniform.

It looked steeped in mystery.

Leaving passersby nearby both curious and unable to approach.

Nearly everything around this location was luxury stores and upscale restaurants.

The reason this department had chosen this site was to make things convenient for the various transmigrators.

After all, when they did not know what the other party wanted,

they could hardly go wrong by getting some luxury goods.

Now, at the very top of the building,

inside an enclosed conference room made from special soundproof, bulletproof materials,

several people, the youngest of whom was already in his forties, sat together with solemn expressions.

Perhaps to display their aristocratic bearing,

even though the situation was urgent, everyone present still exchanged information in an exceedingly elegant manner.

It was an occupational disease developed over many years.

A few minutes later.

After clapping his hands to interrupt the exchanges among those present,

the bureau chief spoke with a stern face:

"First, through our embassies in various African countries, we have learned the general purpose of those things that suddenly appeared. They are devices similar to high-speed elevators, called Space Network Paths. They can transport objects to the major planets of the Solar System at speeds ranging from fifty to five hundred times the speed of sound. Their maximum single-load capacity is three hundred thousand tons, and their energy is supplied entirely by solar power."

As soon as the director seated at the