Chapter 161

"I see. Doesn't it make any difference?"

Berga punk is not a fool. He understands the root of lowett's peace.

This is the magic he mastered, and the level is far beyond his scientific confidence!

But he was not depressed, but full of interest: "doesn't that mean that as long as I continue to study, I can fuse human flesh and blood cells with metal to make things like bleeding curse weapons?"

"Hehe, you really studied it."

Lowett is not surprised at this. It is a miracle that berga punk has not studied the big killing weapon of blood curse weapon.

But he didn't care about it and said, "it's true in theory, but it's a pity that you can never..."

If someone else says this to berga punk, he must seriously refute it. As a scientist, he can accept failure, but he can't accept denial.

But the speaker was lowett, the guy who made the blood curse weapon that he could not imitate. Bega punk looked frozen and nodded slightly: "please give me advice!"

Nearby, a group of researchers and soldiers stared in horror.

What did we hear?

Berga punk, the world's first scientist, said "please give me advice" to the black count?

Obviously what they are discussing is not on the same channel?!

Magic or something, really not kidding?

But Bega punk knew that it was no joke!

The more in-depth study, he more and more understood the gap between himself and the blood curse weapon, and also found that this was not a fruit ability contrary to common sense, but a "rule" that he could not understand operated in it and did this incredible thing.

In this regard, lowett gave him a high look and replied, "what do you think is the most important to solve a problem?"

"Problem solving? Most important?"

Bega punk was lost in thought. After a moment, he suddenly realized: "I see. It's to find a problem!"

"That's right!"

Lowett nodded slightly: "now you only see the answer and wonder about its irrationality, but you can't even find out what the real problem is and copy what you take."

Even the basic composition of Magic: mental power can't be analyzed, let alone copy the more complex magic circuit behind it.

Hearing the speech, berga punk gnawed his nails.

"Yes, as you said, magic and science are not a system, and the foundation is completely different. If you want to explain magic with science, you must start from the beginning and learn from the most basic unit."

Then he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"But I don't have that much time."

Man's life span is limited. Now he doesn't even know how much knowledge ocean is waiting for him to swim behind magic. Even if he successfully analyzes the basic unit, it is still very far away from the other side of magic.

Thinking of this, Bega punk took a deep breath, stood up seriously and bowed 90 ° to lowett.

"Thank you, count black, for helping me solve my doubts. I will never forget this kindness!"

On the warship, the rest of the people were stunned in situ, couldn't believe it, and even looked at the scene with fear.

Dr. Bega punk is one of the world's top scientists.

They never thought that someone would make him bow his head willingly!

Seeing this, lowett didn't have much emotion.

He used to be the same.

Magic is a long and difficult road.

On his way to rise, it was those wise (derogatory) predecessors who helped him point out the direction when he was confused. That gratitude will always remain in his heart.

This is the inheritance of civilization and the brilliance of wisdom.

As a heavy-duty forerunner of knowledge, he helped Bega punk answer his doubts, which made him feel at ease.

But

"I'm just an equivalent exchange."

Suddenly, lowett's words made berga punk laugh bitterly. After he really saw how talented the black count was, he didn't have any hope for how long he could hide.

"Tell me, where is Caesar?"

"What?!"

Suddenly, there was a riot in the crowd.

Bega punk knew where Caesar was?!

"It's simple, isn't it?"

The speaker is berga punk.

He stood up straight: "after I turned off the power supply, the poison gas can only be squeezed out from the ventilation duct above the base, and the surface of the island can't treat people. Moreover, the safety devices of the whole base are designed by me. After excluding the wide range of surface emergency entrances and exits, there are only a few directions that Caesar can escape."

Looking at lowett, berga punk said: "his area was close to the north, and his laboratory was also close to the north, so if he wanted to escape, plus the time spent preparing to go to sea, he had to escape from the underground exit in the north."

Some people in the crowd were puzzled.

"Then why don't you tell the spy of CP0, swordsman tower?"

He didn't finish.

After all, in this way, the world government will certainly have opinions on him and even focus on monitoring him.

In response, Bega punk shrugged.

"But the warship didn't lose contact. Where did he get the ship to escape? Even if the five old stars asked, it was just a speculation, not a fact."

Because of an unspoken speculation and heavy punishment of berga punk, the five old stars are not so shameless.

If Caesar did hide an evacuation ship, the black pot would also be on the resident troops.

Not to mention doing it without even asking for these information

Lowett looked at the direction of punk hassad and remembered the white figure he had glimpsed in the shampoo islands before he set out. He immediately felt countless sympathy for the dove.

"I'm afraid this will really be the last side!"

"To help the government catch Caesar in front of CP0 is also beneficial to your excellency count black..."

Lowett smiled at this.

"Yes, there are many benefits."

"Joo!"

At this time, Leviathan whispered, asking for LOVIT's credit.

After Baiga punk pointed out the possible escape direction of Caesar, lowett immediately ordered him to pay attention to the bottom of the sea, which was not far from punk hassad. Soon, Leviathan found that something on the bottom of the sea was moving away rapidly, disturbing a large number of fish.

"Sure enough, it's in the water!"

Nodding to berga punk, Leviathan jumped up and dived into the sea.

Boom!

……

At the bottom of the north bank, the snail submarine increased its horsepower all the way and pulled out a fine bubble in the ocean.

On the bridge, Caesar's back was bent under the pressure of full survival supplies and squeezed into a ball.

He took the sea map and recording pointer in one hand and looked at it with his head askew: "starting from here and heading east, crossing the G5 branch in front is the site of big mom. It's safe to get there."

"The Navy dare not go too far in the territory of the four emperors."

"Whew, whew, whew, I feel much better when I regain my freedom. I want to thank you, berga punk. Otherwise, under the supervision of the government, I won't have a chance to study what I really like."

Looking at the technical materials piled up in the cabin, Caesar smiled on his strange face.

"Wait until I find my next home. I'll make you regret today's decision!"

Then he put down the chart and took out the telephone bug.

The snail submarine went all the way east through the undersea reef.

After he left, not long after, a strange wooden sailboat advancing under the sea came to the same place.

On the deck, lowett's clothes shook gently with the wave and frowned silently.

"It's very fast to escape!"

The distance between the two sides was very long, and the speed of the snail submarine was not snail. Even leviathan couldn't stop him before he left the offshore area.

"But that's good. If I catch him near the sea, CP0 won't ask me for someone."

Thinking of this, lowett took out the phone bug given to him by the government after becoming qiwuhai and silently dialed a number.

On punk hassad Island, dove led his troops just arrived at the base. Suddenly, the telephone bug rang and made him frown.

Don't you know your personal phone number?

After thinking about it, he quickly took out the telephone bug.

"Hello, Lord dove, it's me."

"Count black? What can I do for you?"

Seeing that the telephone bug was stiff, the dove asked quickly.

"Oh, yes... I found a running snail submarine at the bottom of the sea. No accident, it should be Caesar. Now I'm chasing. Where are your people?"

"What?!"

Hatton was surprised: "did you find it?"

What are we?

Looking at the quiet subordinates around, the corners of the dove's mouth twitched.

Just about to open his mouth, suddenly, the telephone bug "POI" gave a sound and hung his head.

"No!"

They only carried protective clothing worn by people. After being exposed to the poisonous gas for so long, the telephone bug obviously couldn't bear it.

"Damn it, I lost touch."

The dove quickly hid the telephone bug in his pocket and shouted, "go out immediately and send someone to contact the G5 branch to ask them to cooperate with the black count to arrest!"

"Hello? Hello?"

On the other side, lowett looked at the telephone bug who had lost his echo and raised his eyebrows.

Dare to hang up my phone, a little angry!

I wanted to help you say something nice in front of the owl. Now

go to hell!