Today was the most unbelievable day of Xia Mi's life as a dragon. She had truly seen the world's real face.
A terrifying secret organization dissected dragons and studied them, and had already reached the point where people could sit inside Entry Plugs and control dragons directly from within their bodies.
According to these people, dragons had already been turned into biomechanical dragons, submerged somewhere in an underground base, waiting for suitable candidates to take their places.
Su Enxi also revealed that there was more than one such custom unit. MARK had approached the college this time not to develop custom units, but to mass-produce inferior models with lower performance.
As Xia Mi listened to Angers and the people from the MARK Research Institute exchange horror stories, a chill crept over the back of her neck. She hurried to serve tea with trembling hands, terrified of exposing her identity as a dragon.
"Your organization certainly is patient. Why have you waited until now to contact us?" Angers picked up his tea, blew gently on it, and took a sip. "And how can I contact your senior leadership?"
"Because the real war is Ragnarök, two years from now. Until then, we should be preparing for war, not socializing everywhere," Old Tang said. He took a metal box from his pocket and set it on the table. "This is a neural linker. It can connect to a dragon's nerves and control its body. It has another function, too: digitizing your consciousness so you can communicate over the network."
"Only through this device can you meet the real senior leadership."
"What remarkable technology." Angers opened the box. Inside was something resembling a pair of earphones, very compact.
"Lu Mingfei, why are you here?" Angers closed the box and turned to Lu Mingfei.
"...Zero