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Chapter 534: 350: You Want Me to Die [Thanks to
Chapter 534: 350: You Want Me to Die [Thanks to
Chapter 534: Chapter 350: You Want Me to Die [Thanks to
Alliance Leader Shi Han Ye Ah!]_2
Everyone has their own reasons.
In the vast universe, human civilization is lonely and insignificant, yet resilient
like an epic.
In the grand civilization, individual lives are short and humble, but each carries
its own sorrow and stubbornness.
After crying for a while, Quincy Campbell gradually calmed down and said.
“Thank you, General Harrison Clark, I… I’m really happy. Although I’ve given up, I’m still touched to hear your validation, even if I know you might just be comforting me. I still firmly believe I’m right, it’s just that I won’t be able to prove it in my lifetime. Maybe someone else can clear my name in the future.
Sigh.”
Harrison Clark shook his head, “No, you can do it now.”
“Huh?”
“Because I’ve already got the audio piece.”
“What do you mean?”
Harrison Clark smiled, “I mean, I already know what the high-pitched audio
clip you’re after sounds like.”
Quincy Campbell shook his head vigorously, “Impossible!”
“Do I look like someone who likes to joke?”
“No… not really. But I still think it’s impossible.”
Harrison Clarkpointed to his head, “It’s the wisdom of the universe. I got a hint; don’t worry about why cosmic wisdom favors me so much, it doesn’t matter. What matters is the result.”
A day passed.
After multiple attempts and Harrison Clark desperately visualizing in his mind, the two of them finally accurately captured the ultra-high pitched audio clip from Harrison’s thoughts.
Quincy Campbell squatted beside him, head in his hands, laughing with tears streaming down his face and choked with emotion.
Harrison Clark lay back on the chair beside him, exhausted.
When Quincy Campbell had finished crying, Harrison Clark said, “Dr. Campbell, don’t worry about me; go and set up the Particle-Related Project Team at Martha Owen’s research base. In no more than three days, you’ll be able to conclude this project and then return here to continue working on the stable energy field project.”
Quincy Campbell stood up, “Alright, I’ll go now?”
“Go ahead, I’ll be waiting for your good news. Oh, wait, let me remind you, if you produce the finished product, don’t rush to detonate it, just prove its reliability. After all…”
Harrison Clark pointed to the ceiling.
Quincy Campbell understood, “Got it.”
He left quickly, his excitement making his toes tremble.
This was the way Harrison Clark solved problems.
Mr. Connor looked down on himself, thinking that as a mere soldier, he had no qualifications to engage in scientific research projects.
Since everyone else in this world was so stubborn and arrogant and unwilling to accept his suggestions.
Let’s show them what I can do!
I’ll show you how high the sky is and how thick the earth is, you conceited old
man!
And we’ll use Quincy Campbell, the lost one rescued from the Lost City as a breakthrough!
Others don’t believe in him, Quincy Campbell does.
Others don’t believe that ultra-high pitched audio can activate the Particleinterference Bomb, Quincy Campbell believes even more!
Everything is in my hands.
Can I still not deal with you, Mr. Connor?
Three days later, Harrison Clark jumped down from the Synchronization
Resonance Trainer.
His gene activation level had reached 36.77%.
Just as Harrison Clark was preparing to take a shower, he received a notification, “Dr. Quincy Campbell is outside the door asking to see you.
“Let him wait for ten minutes.”
Ten minutes later, after a refreshing shower, Harrison Clark opened the door to see a dusty, ecstatic Quincy Campbell standing there.
Behind the old man stood a short girl in a floral skirt.
Pigtails, small stature, pretty cute.
Yep, genuine as can be, without changing her name or her seat – the young scientific leader who paralleled Bernal Connor in the Science Research
Executive Committee – Martha Owen.
At this moment, they were both sizing each other up.
Harrison Clark couldn’t remember how many times he had met Martha Owen, but he hadn’t noticed before that Martha’s face had a hint of a chubby look.
Now Harrison Clark took a good look at her features.
Apart from the cute eyes, nose, and mouth reminiscent of Samantha, her round chubby face did indeed resemble a fat person’s.
Emmm…
Forget it, the fat man is already a dead man from a thousand years ago. To show respect to the deceased, I won’t make fun of him anymore.
Even though he had a similar face shape, the appearance was totally different with the combination of different eyebrows, eyes, and nose.
I have to admit the wonders of genetic creation; nature is truly full of great
power.
“Are you Harrison Clark?”
Martha Owen took a step forward, squinting her eyes.
Harrison nodded, “Yeah, Martha Owen, you should recognize me, right?” Martha Owen: “Of course I know you, don’t call me a member, it sounds distant. You can call me by my name directly. I’m just a little curious; you didn’t look that handsome in person, and you were far worse than your appearance in the combat video. Your temperament is also far worse than the philosopher Harrison Clark. How did you make Nora fall in love with you at first sight back then?”
Harrison:
I only just found out from you that she actually fell in love with me at first sight.
Can I tell you it’s the bond of love?
How about a time-traveling romance?
After calming down a bit, Harrison decided to change the subject, “Let’s not stand at the door and chat anymore. Let’s sit inside and talk slowly.”
As the three of them sat down in the living room, the intelligent robot was preparing fruit juice and tea for Martha Owen and Quincy Campbell respectively, while Harrison sipped his own.
Unexpectedly, Martha Owen still didn’t give up, “I can’t figure it out, I really can’t.”
“What can’t you figure out?”
“1 can’t understand how such a picky woman as her would decide on you after just one meeting. Is there something special about your genes?”
Harrison: “Uh…”
Martha Owen: “It seems that we haven’t tried pairing our genes yet. Why don’t you give it a try with me someday? I heard you like traditional ways, and although I haven’t tried it, I wouldn’t mind trying it out with you in the interest of scientific responsibility.”
Spit!!!!
Harrison sprayed a rainbow of tea from his mouth.
He was scared to death.
Are you trying to kill me?
“Sorry, no thanks,” he rejected.
Martha Owen: “You…are you blind? Where am I ugly? I’ve done aesthetic index proofs, and I meet the aesthetics of 95% of people. How come I’m rejected by you?”
Harrison shookhis head firmly, “Sorry, I happen to be the other 5%.” Martha Owen: “You… how can you be so annoying! I’m going to fight you! The two argued for a while, stopping only when Quincy Campbell, risking his old bones, managed to pull them apart.
“A dog biting Lu Dongbin doesn’t recognize the good intentions of others. I help you so much, and you actually dare to call me ugly.
Martha Owen was furious and kept complaining nonstop.
It took her a while to calm down, “Here, take your research achievement certificate, as well as your certificate of honor for your weapon research results. This is your appointment certificate as a special consultant for the Military Science Academy; with this certificate, you’re considered to have a Ph.D.
degree.”
Martha gave Harrison a bunch of things at once.
Harrison happily accepted them.
It is only right that he should receive these benefits.
Quincy Campbell dared not take credit and put Harrison’s name as the first person in charge in his research report.
There is no absolute fairness in scientific research; it is usually only based on the results.
A person’s achievements in a project have nothing to do with the length of time he has been involved in the project but depends solely on the final contribution. With the success of the first Particle-interference Bomb and its certification, Harrison had resolved a major problem that had plagued humanity for more than 150 years.
Everyone knew that there was something fishy about the Song of the Wilderness, and the subtle changes that occurred in the experimental subjects under the influence of this song could not possibly be meaningless.
To figure out this simple truth, including Quincy Campbell’s advocated research direction and millions of researchers in dozens of different research directions, struggled for more than a century, but their efforts were in vain. Now, Harrison, this emerging supernova leader in the field of military science, brought out his cosmic wisdom and easily punctured the layer of paper that everyone knew was hidden somewhere but just couldn’t find the breakthrough. Harrison’s position in the field of military science rocketed to the top.
Now that the Particle-interference Bomb is a reality, whether or not his cosmic wisdom exists becomes unimportant.
“Harrison, besides this project, I want to know if the cosmic wisdom has given you any other hints? If so, we hope you share them with us. We will definitely take a hundred percent serious attitude to verify each one.
After giving the benefits, Martha Owen showed her true colors.
This was her real purpose in coming.
Harrison spread his hands, glanced out of the living room door, and smiled meaningfully.