"Of course he was not dead. He lived better than any of us." Sakurai Rika stood up, with a hint of jealousy in her eyes: "The superiors seem to favor him very much, and the props given to him are the best. Even with the current technology, the principles of those things only exist in fantasy, but he actually got them."

Within the next half hour, Mike listened to Sakurai Riha for him to sort out the current situation.

Mike discovered that in the past ten years, he had known very little about the world.

What the four countries need most at present is energy.

From steam energy in the steam era, to electric energy in the electrical era, and then to solar energy in the information science era.

Then there was nothing.

Humans are trapped in a dead end that is exactly the same as the native world.

The development of technology has reached a bottleneck.

The exploration of energy and the collection of interstellar energy have reached the upper limit.

"Electric energy can no longer keep up with the times. Just as steam can't drive a most ordinary civil aviation aircraft, electricity can't bring about some energy consumption in this era." Sakurai Rihua looked down at her scarlet nail polish.

Mike stared at her perfect side face, and he knew what Sakurai Riha said was "some kind of energy consumption".

It is a rocket, a huge spacecraft that can support interstellar navigation, and there is also.

A space station that can stay in the universe.

These are available in the native world, but due to insufficient energy consumption, neither electrical energy nor rocket fuel made of liquid hydrogen can help them sail further.

Mike has heard an old saying: No matter how many steam engines are, they cannot carry their children to the moon to plant roses.

Mike didn't know why he had to plant roses, but he had to plant something.

Looking at it now, no matter how much liquid hydrogen or electricity is, it cannot allow humans to dream of voyage.

If you cannot sail far away, you will be unable to fly to other planets to mine resources.

Then, on this alien world ball with gradually scarce resources, it is like a huge cage, and those locked up can only wait for death.

"Although it is not yet now, energy will be consumed one day, whether it is liquid hydrogen, kerosene and oil, sooner or later, these will be consumed completely. In the end, all we have is light energy and electricity. These two energy sources will make our era retreat instead of advancing, and they cannot bear our era." Sakurai Rika said slowly.

Although Mike knew that she was explaining to herself the reason for the launch of World War II, it was destined to be a war where countless people died.

But when she spoke from her, she seemed to be thinking about all mankind.

It's not said that he admires it. He just feels that the young girl in front of him is indeed born to be a lobbyist.

She is suitable to be a king.

"So, in order to solve this key problem, the best way is to take all the resources of the other Three Kingdoms for yourself." Mike continued, and he was in a state of state now, with his back straightening even more.

He was a direct participant in this World War II plan, and this identity gave him a lot of confidence.

Sakurai Rihua nodded gently: "This war is not only about snatching resources, but also about reducing the population. Except for the people in our country, all other human beings need to die."

When Mike heard this, he was shocked again.

What a cruel girl!

She was casually arranging the life and death of the remaining population of nearly 1.5 billion! She didn't even frown!

"All this is for the sake of better survival in the future. Therefore, the vast majority of the population must die. Provide the resources freed up to us to develop more advanced technology."

"Why tell me this?" Mike asked back: "Maybe I just need to know what to do, but these ideas should not be kept more strictly confidential?"

Sakurai Rihua chuckled gently, she pursed her lips, and her sakura pink lips curled in a perfect curve.

"I hope to get the greatest trust of you."

"I see."

———

Walking out of Sakurai Kwan Mansion, Mike felt that he was ten years younger.

The surroundings are full of birds singing and flowers. The environment near the Guofu is well built, full of greenery, butterflies and fountains can be seen everywhere.

The ground uses an advanced trait gravity plate, which will reduce or increase part of the gravity according to the weight of each person, allowing the human body and bones to bear the lightest pressure.

This helps to delay the lifespan of human bones and reduce its loss.

Taking a deep breath of the air in front of him, Mike felt a cool and refreshing touch, spinning back and forth in his lungs.

The air is filled with a hint of sweetness.

After slowly exhaling it, he was surprised to find that it was all dirty and dark gas.

He was so scared that he quickly looked around.

But he found that the breath he breathed and breathed out by pedestrians on other roads was completely colorless, at least he could not observe it.

"This is the air that adds smart molecules, which is the same size as the air molecule. After being inhaled into the lungs, it can operate independently, and then discharge all the dirt and dust accumulated in your lungs. Some of them will follow oxygen molecules into your blood vessels and clean up the stagnation in your blood vessels."

The bionic man following behind him spoke slowly and introduced.

This is the exclusive bionic man sent to Mike by Sakurai Rikai. For a long time from now on, it will follow Mike.

It can introduce Mike to all the technology in the world so that he will not make a fool of himself if he can't figure it out.

But Mike believes that this is just disguised surveillance.

No matter what, it is always better here than the place where birds do not shit in Wild Wolf Port.

After taking a few more breaths of the air here, Mike found that the color of the carbon dioxide he spitted became diluted and clearer.

He has been smoking for ten years, and he does feel his lungs are extremely refreshed and he can easily take a deep breath to the end.

There are all kinds of people on the road. Mike’s most passionate thing is to distinguish between these people and which ones are bionic people.

Which are normal people?

And which ones have been transplanted with mechanical prostheses.

There are very subtle differences between them. Mike squatted on the side of the road casually and distinguished them very carefully.

Until an hour later, the bionic man beside him urged.

"Mr. Mike, it's time for you to do your formal work."

Then he reluctantly touched his pocket and wanted to light a cigarette habitually.

But it's empty.

The new future conservatory pocket is empty.

This kind of clothing is synthesized using new technology, and it looks as if it is just a piece of feather. When worn on the body, it seems like it is running naked.

But when I looked down, I was wearing my clothes in a solid manner.

"Give me a cigarette, man. I need this before I work," said Mike.

"Are you referring to cigarettes made of harmless butane, carbon monoxide, and olefins?"

"No, no, no, it's the kind with nicotine, rolled up with tobacco, which is harmful to health." Mike reached out and gestured.

"Sorry, there is no such tobacco now."

"Who said that, from the Wild Wolf Port..." Mike closed his mouth halfway through his words.

This is not Wild Wolf Port.

Instead, it represents one of the highest civilizations.

The withdrawal reaction made him rub his head irritably.

But I remembered my sister Mei Aili again.

Maybe she has put it on the production schedule.

He had to twist his thighs: "Forget it, let's go, take me to the new home provided by Master Sakurai, where all the work equipment is complete, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Mike."

"OK." A hint of ruthlessness appeared in Mike's eyes, and he was ready to rub his hands: "Then let's start! First of all, the king of the Kingdom of Night."

———

Her slender and fair legs slowly moved back and forth on the high explosion-proof floor made of metal alloy.

A slim beige-brown windbreaker outlines the girl's exquisite body shape to the fullest.

Inside the windbreaker is a super-polymer 4D printed T-shirt slightly supported.

Above the long snow neck, the slightly pointed chin is outlined in a perfect curve.

The pink cherry lips were gently pursed, and above the beautiful nose, there was a hint of majesty in her extremely clear eyes that was not of the age of a girl.

As her eyebrows were slightly frowning, in the fighting room under the special baffle glass, a new type of combat bionic man was announced to be invalid.

The reason was that the chest was blasted by a 3.5-caliber split bomb.

"The 17335th experiment failed..." The old man with silver hair bowed his waist, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and said a little apologetically.

Although the girl in front of her was only 16 years old, she led the country of Ye steadily forward with her super-strong skills.

As a leader in the cutting-edge technology industry, the old man still dares not neglect the little girl who is his great-granddaughter.

"That's all for today's experiment." Lan Lan's clear girl voice rang out with a little dissatisfaction: "Continue tomorrow."

"Yes." The old man hurriedly bowed, then waved his hand, and shouted out all the staff in riot suits.

She is the only one left in the huge science experiment museum.
To be continued...