His voice was dry and short, and the extremely suppressed enthusiasm seeped out from every syllable.
ANBU Captain in the corner really couldn't hold his nerve, and the air-conditioning under the mask made his teeth ache.
Orochimaru's eyes were fixed on Circuit Diagram, and he wished he could dig out the underlying logic on the spot.
Minato stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, pulled out the old yellowed drawing at the bottom with his backhand, and slapped it on the table.
"The armor is just an appetizer. This is why I invite you here today."
Orochimaru was interrupted and frowned unhappily.
His eyes swept over the drawing with the title Land of Fire Agricultural District Thermal Map, and the clear voice of Minato poured into his ears at the same time.
"Make heating equipment Geothermal Network that covers the whole country, so that Land of Fire's Frozen Ground can grow food even in severe winter."
Minato's finger is focused on the center of the drawing.
"We produce food in the winter, all year round."
"When other countries were suffering from severe cold and lack of food, we not only stopped hunting, but also sold them life-saving food."
"As long as we control the pricing power and trade routes without moving a single soldier, we can drain their National Treasury and war potential alive!"
Hearing this, Orochimaru stopped breathing.
Geothermal, agricultural products, economic lifeline, national size, these words were crazily reorganized in his mind, piecing together a grand plan that made his scalp numb.
The pattern is opened.
Completely opened.
The forbidden flesh and blood techniques and Bioelectric Signals that he had considered before were, at best, just a few single bodies, and his vision was all trapped within the boundary of a single soldier.
But the drawing the Yondaime came up with was to use the entire country as a living experimental field to carry out macro-transformation.
This kind of vision instantly overcame his obsession with forbidden arts in the past decades.
Orochimaru's pale face turned red, and the veins on his neck were pulsing.
He shook off Minato's hand and dug into the edge of the drawing with ten fingers, his nails digging into the paper, and a series of nervous chuckles escaped from his throat.
"So, when Teacher Sarutobi cut off my funding and stopped human experiments, I guess I never dreamed that this kind of technology existed in the world, right?"
The whole person straightened up, his golden snake eyes were frighteningly bright, and he spread his big hands.
"Give me the pen!"
Minato handed over the pen smoothly.
Orochimaru picked up the copy of S-Rank Appointment Letter, without even glancing at the terms above, and signed Daimyō at the end.
The force was so strong that the pen tip almost cut through the parchment.
"I'll take this Independent Research Institute! There's no upper limit on funding, I'll give you whatever materials you want, and you'll have the right to allocate personnel, even if you don't have anything!"
Minato neatly put away the letter of appointment.
"Hokage Seal has been sealed and all permissions will take effect immediately."
Orochimaru did not put down his pen, his scientific research instinct had already completed the first round of calculations in his mind.
With his fingers heavily poking at the energy center of the two drawings, Orochimaru kept talking more and more, directly pointing out the biggest problem of this project.
"Minato, your two sets of drawings can really subvert the pattern of Shinobi World."
"But there is a fatal premise. If all purely technical mechanical circuits are used, a huge amount of energy will be consumed."
"The armor is too strong to equip the elites, but if the heat network is spread all over the Land of Fire farming area, National Treasury and the ninjas who provide Chakra will definitely be dragged down alive first!"
Minato leaned on the back of the chair with his hands crossed and said nothing.
Orochimaru's eyes were filled with enthusiasm, and he pointed out the core of the game every word like tears.
"The only way out is to combine biology and technology! Using highly active biochemical tissue as an energy buffer furnace, the consumption can be reduced several times, and the circuit can even repair itself."
He clapped his hands on the table and stared into Minato's eyes.
"Looking at the entire Shinobi World, the only cornerstone that can hold up this perfect energy closed loop is First Hokage's Hashirama Cells!"
"But the village has long since blocked the Wood Release experiment! We can't find a perfect carrier that can withstand erosion, so this god-level blueprint is just a piece of waste paper!"
Minato raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pushed away the chair, and walked straight to Secure Cabinet in the right corner.
With a "click" sound, the secret cabinet popped open.
Under the light, there was a strange, pure white living body inside.
White Zetsu raised his head and stared directly at Minato.
"Lord Hokage, do you need me to send a message to Lord Madara?"
Minato shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "No, I just need your cooperation to conduct an experiment."
"Experiments? I like to do experiments the most!"
White Zetsu responded excitedly, then tilted his head, "By the way... what is the experiment?"
Orochimaru was stunned when he saw this scene. He took a big step forward with his legs completely out of control.
"This is the foundation for you."
Minato looked directly at him with a determined tone.
"It's called White Zetsu. It's not a human being, so there's no need to use civilians for live experiments."
"The most important thing is that it naturally has perfect and extremely stable Hashirama Cells activity in the body."
Orochimaru didn't listen carefully to the second half of the sentence, and his right hand was trembling as he touched White Zetsu's flexible skin.
Wood Release Chakra, which was so pure that there was no impurity, instantly swayed along his fingertips.
No rejection reaction.
No cell breakdown.
There is no violent erosion that devours the host.
The activity is so stable that it can be called a work of art.
The perfection of this thing directly exploded the pile of tattered specimens he had hidden in the basement into rubbish.
Orochimaru's eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were even filled with excited red bloodshot eyes.
His slender hands quickly moved over White Zetsu's torso, and a charming low smile leaked from the depths of his throat.
After holding it in for a second, the laughter turned into an unabashed, crazy laugh that penetrated the entire floor.
"The perfect Hashirama Cells carrier?! The village has been covering up this peerless treasure!"
"First give me ten White Zetsu for base preparation! Equipped with a new independent experimental field!"
Orochimaru typed down the military order word by word.
"As long as there are enough carrier tubes, give me two months, and I guarantee that the first batch of Bio-Armor and geothermal centers will be officially rolled out for you in Konoha!"
Minato met his gaze and agreed calmly.
"Ten will be approved to you immediately, but ANBU must be kept on file and monitored throughout the process. There is also a bottom line: you are absolutely not allowed to use civilians for living donor transplants."
"Surveillance as you like! Just don't let those idiots who don't know how to pretend to understand interrupt my experiment!"
Orochimaru bit his thumb decisively and pressed the blood mark on the scroll.
There was a sound of white smoke, and two shocking drawings were neatly sealed and swept away by him, and he put them into his arms.
National-level funding allocation, super-era core technology, perfect living body without side effects.
With this ultimate three-piece suit that scientific researchers dream of, even if Minato drives him away with a big stick, Orochimaru will definitely not leave because of Konoha.
Starting at the fairy level, it's really a win.
He picked up the White Zetsu by the neck with one hand, turned around and walked towards the door without saying any unnecessary polite words.
Chakra's black hair was dancing wildly in the excitement, and the hem of his white kimono was swinging so hard that the wooden floor whirred.
ANBU Captain hurried forward and opened the heavy door.
Orochimaru stepped into the corridor, and after walking for more than ten steps, his feet suddenly stopped.
He turned around and issued his first order as chief scientist in a voice that was sinister but full of pressure.
"Go and notify Finance Department."
Orochimaru's eyes turned cold.
"The first phase of funds must be transferred to my project account before dawn!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed into the dark research institute with White Zetsu and the ticket ANBU.
With such an impatient pace, those who didn't know it thought someone was chasing him from behind.
The office door closes again.
Minato leaned on the back of the chair alone, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.
The warm yellow light shone on his face, creating a faint but determined smile.
He knew very well that this senior Orochimaru once lived in the dark basement.
From the moment I signed my name, I have completely fallen into despair and willingly put on the painful mask of Konoha Tianzi No. 1 beater.