Magus Tech Chapter 413: Virtual Realm

Underground base, meeting hall.

Gibron lay on the table, as if taking a nap, then suddenly "swiped" his head up, opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked around.

Seeing many people standing around looking at him with strange expressions, Gibran realized something.

Did you accidentally fall asleep during the meeting because you were too tired?

"Hmm--"

Gibron rubbed his eyebrows, shook his drowsy head, looked at the people around him, and asked in a hoarse voice: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Uh, about half a minute." Someone replied.

"Half a minute, okay, it's my fault for delaying everyone's time."

"No, no, Gibran is in charge, you are too tired, why don't you take a rest first." Someone persuaded.

Gibran waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. Rest is not at this time. There are many things that have not been dealt with. When this mission is completed, it's not too late to take a good rest. By the way, where did we discuss just now?" ?”

Seeing that Gibran was so serious, the rest of the people did not dare to say anything more, and hurriedly said: "Gibran is in charge, we were discussing just now about the personnel needed for this plan of the White Rock Tower."

"What's the problem?"

"There are too few people. With the people gathered so far, it will be quite difficult to destroy the entire White Stone Tower. It is estimated... that the number of people should be doubled." A tall and thin man stood up and said.

"Is that so..." Gibran glanced at the other party and began to think. He felt severe pain when he moved his head a little bit, but he still said, "In this case, then...how about transferring the people from the Black Rock Valley over here?" ? Their mission should be almost completed, and they can be transferred to support."

"This..."

"Vassili, didn't you come from the Black Rock Valley? You know the situation there best, please tell me." Gibran called his name.

"Yes." The short Vasily stood up, touched the iron ring on his ear with some unease, and said, "Gibran is in charge, I think your proposal is not a big problem, then The people around have indeed completed the task."

"That's good, this matter is settled like this. After the meeting, I will send a message to that side." Gibran quickly made a decision.

"However, if Gibran is in charge, even if the people from the Black Rock Valley are transferred, it should not be enough, and more talents are needed." Vasily said.

"Then..." Gibran thought again, enduring the pain that almost exploded in his head, and said, "Then transfer the people from the Red Castle over. Their task time limit is relatively long, so you can come over to support them first." , Wait until the things here in the Whitestone Tower are completed, and then carry out their tasks. By the way, I remember that the people in the Red Castle are all members with good strength, such as Billy, Tok, Nani..."

As he was talking, Gibran stopped suddenly, tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowed a little bit, and an indescribable sense of weirdness and absurdity arose in his heart. Looking up at the people around me, I feel very unreal, very... illusory.

"This..." Gibran finally wrinkled his forehead into a "Chuan" sound, and asked the people around him, "By the way, did what I said and discussed just now have already happened before?" Have you done it again?"

"Uh, Gibran is in charge, this..." The expressions of the people around him suddenly became extremely exciting, and they hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Gibran got angry and shouted: "What's going on, tell me!"

The people around couldn't help shaking, looked at Gibran hesitantly, and said slowly: "Gibron is in charge, in fact, we..."

Before the words were finished, everyone's body began to twist, and then dissipated like green smoke.

Gibran's eyebrows were raised like razor blades, and his gaze became sharp. He was about to make a move, but the next moment he heard the door of the meeting hall, he turned his head and looked over.

"Boom!"

The door of the meeting hall was opened, and an extremely dazzling white light shone in, causing Gibran's pupils to shrink subconsciously, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to cover it.

Then, Gibran saw a figure in the dazzling glare—a majestic figure.

The other party was wearing an incomparably gorgeous golden robe and a golden ring on his hand.

It is!

The white light dissipated, and a figure appeared in front of Gibran.

Gibran suddenly stood up from his seat, looked at the person coming, and said in surprise, "Director Rommel, it's you!"

"Well, it's me." The visitor said, and tapped Gibran's shoulder lightly: "Gibran is in charge, you should sit down first, and speak slowly if you have something to say."

"I..." Gibran sat back on his seat with a complicated expression, remained silent for a while, looked up at Rommel, and asked aloud, "Director, did I fail?"

"Gibran is in charge, you should know that I have always valued you very much, and you have lived up to my expectations of you. You have always been serious and desperate in your work, and I see this in your eyes."

"Director, I really failed?" Gibran's eyes widened, his breathing was a little short, and he realized a certain possibility, "Then we are here now..."

"No matter how you say it, you believe that you did your best for this matter, so I will not blame you, and the organization will not punish you..."

Gibran listened to Rommel's words, and the expression on his face restrained a little bit. Rommel's words sounded like none of them answered his question head-on, they all looked at him from the left, but this just gave him the answer.

"Hoo—"

Gibran took a deep breath, tried to calm down, looked at Rommel, smiled wryly, and asked, "Director Rommel, please tell me how I failed, and...how did I die?"

"Specifically, I don't know." Rommel looked at Gibran, breathed a sigh of relief, and answered seriously, "At present, I just understand that you lost contact with everyone under you at almost the same time. There are no signs of life. If you guess correctly, you and your men should have died in a premeditated attack, and no one was spared."

"No one survived?"

"No one is spared."

"Well, no one is spared." Gibran closed his eyes in pain, and opened them after a long time, "What is the organization going to do with me?"

"I said, I believe you must have tried your best, and this failure was just an accident. Therefore, the organization will not deal with you, but considering that there is no suitable body container for you and your subordinates, you and your Your subordinates may have to take a long break. As for the things you and your subordinates are responsible for, they will be supplemented by mobilizing people from other regions."

"So, when will I rest?"

"It's time for the next big move."

"The next big move?" Gibran exhaled, "It will take a long time, I really don't know if there is still a chance."

"Yes, the reason why I came here is to tell you~IndoMTL.com~Be patient, rest well, don't think too much. Well, really don't think too much.

After speaking, Rommel patted Gibran on the shoulder, turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, Gibran made a sound, called Rommel and said, "Director, can I ask one last question?"

"What?"

"Since my mission has failed, what should I do here at the White Rock Tower?"

"You should know that the White Rock Tower must be taken down. This is not only a problem with the White Rock Tower itself, but also concerns the entire situation on the east coast. We have been in the game for so long and have spent so much effort , must not fall short.

This time, the White Rock Tower failed, and there was no time to slowly remedy it, so we had to use strong medicine. So... I'll take care of it myself. "

"Director, you want to do it yourself?!" Gibran was startled, "So, aren't you afraid of breaking some restrictions?"

"It doesn't matter. After all, the situation is special. If you break some restrictions, just break some." Rommel said, and then changed his tone. What it is, and those who realize what it is, most of them will die. Don't worry."

"Okay." Gibran said, there was nothing more to say.

Rommel continued to walk towards the door. Before walking out, he waved his hand and said, "Have a good rest, see you next time."

"Goodbye." Gibran responded.

"Boom!"

The door of the hall closed and Rommel disappeared from sight.

The next moment, starting from the door of the hall, the entire space began to shatter little by little, spreading towards Gibran.

Looking at this scene, Gibran looked a little numb, neither sad nor happy, and said softly: "Goodbye, the next big move, is there really a chance..."

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