"Can even Paid be copied?" Charles immediately spoke up and asked a key question.

"Outside and consciousness are OK, but not ability. His power comes from the mixture of two types of 007 and 014. The higher the gods, the more they are, the more they cannot copy them. Their power is the only one in everything."

Charles was happy and sad when the other party's words made him happy. The happy other party would not have a legion of gods. What was sad was that humans would not be able to use the power of gods like they used fire and bullets in the end.

"Since you are so important, you can copy a few more people so that one person can be used as several people," said Charles.

"How do you know that we won't do this?" Charles was stunned.

"Okay, we're done with it. Now it's up to you. Let's talk about what's going on with your memory? What's inside?" Paibo asked again.

Charles looked at the two of them and smiled calmly. "To be honest, I don't know what's in my memory."

Charles' words were very annoying, but before Paibo could speak, the bird's head stretched out its front paws like a mummy to stop him, and then turned around and left the room.

The other party's reaction made Charles very surprised. Even if he failed the appointment, they did not punish themselves, and they didn't even say a harsh word.

On the way back, the crow said to Paibo with his head: "Since he doesn't want to communicate, there is no need for us to force him. We use other ways to find out the truth."

The two then left the laboratory and instead put the clone on, they started to scan Charles in all directions.

But soon, when we were scanning his body with various different spectra, when we used a certain spectrum, the number of clones in the laboratory began to decrease.

At first they didn't realize it was caused by meme infection, but when they found that there were not enough people in the experiment, they were sure to have meme infection.

"What the hell is going on with this guy? Isn't there a meme infection in his memory? Why is there even a problem with his appearance?!" Bogro shouted in a furious voice as he watched.

"Change the screen quickly, otherwise we will be cloned too." As Paibo finished speaking, the projection screen in front of him disappeared instantly.

"I had opposed him joining the foundation before. There were so many messes on this guy. He was just a bomb. Before he could figure it out, he would join in. We had the sword of Damocles hanging on our heads. No one knew when it would fall."

The crow shook his head. "The main thing is not him, but his wife and children, and the mouse in 007."

"Our current situation is not very good. It is very time-consuming and labor-intensive to launch the No. 3 plan. If they can be brought over through Charles, it would be better."

"Without them, the resistance of the earth and sea will be much less, and his daughter Shining is not that easy to capture."

"What should I do now? Plan No. 3 is about to be launched, so we don't have time to take our time."

"There is a way. I said before that as long as he is with us, as long as he understands our purpose, he will eventually join us."

Charles opened his eyes from his sleep and glanced at the eight o'clock clock on the wall. He put on his coat on the stool next to him, walked to the bathroom, picked up the toothpaste and toothbrush to wash.

After washing up, the breakfast at the door was already delivered, which was soy milk and fried dough sticks. This is also a message. They know themselves very well and may know themselves better than themselves.

Charles held the breakfast next to the table and ate slowly, tidying up the information he has obtained while eating, looking for a hidden possibility of turning the tables.

The more time is, the more urgent it is, the more we should not let them see what they are going to do. Fortunately, the other party seems to be unable to observe their memories, which is a good news among many bad news.

"Ke Ke Ke~!" Charles' door was knocked.

When Charles turned his head and looked over there, the door opened and found that the crow's head was outside. "Charles, let's have a good chat."

Charles' brows tightened slightly, thinking about the other party's purpose in his heart, "Okay, come in."

"Haha, if my body is squeezed in, I'm afraid you will have no place to sleep tonight. Let's go out for a walk together. STIE6 has been here for so long, I'll take you to have a good time."

After thinking about it, Charles walked towards the door, and led by the Crow's brain, he walked along the spacious corridor.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is K9, of course you can also call my name Richard."

The other party's words made Charles turn his head and look at him instantly, but after he found out that this was just the same name, he couldn't have been the other person who died, he relaxed.

"Don't be too nervous, I'm inviting you through a private relationship. I want to talk to you."

"Talk, you can choose a topic." No matter what the other party's purpose is, Charles's current purpose is to collect enough information as soon as possible.

Escape from here, tell everything here, and work hard to save your family and your home together.

"I like your attitude of using the mages in the West Sea as human bombs before. Most people are not so decisive. With their help, our exploration will be so fast."

"Actually, what we are doing now is the same thing. I think the foundation's will also have in you."

Charles looked at the four-meter-high bird-headed monster next to him, "So, do you want to win me over? I can consider it."

"Don't pretend to join me and feel it. I know you must be hostile to us now, but it doesn't matter. You will understand when I finish speaking. I ask you, do you think the humans in the Earth Sea are real humans?"

Charles looked sideways, "What do you mean?"

"What I want to say is, do you think real humans are afraid of the sun? It is because of the sun that gives birth to these many lives, and in the end, will humans be afraid of the sun?"

"So strictly speaking, humans in the entire Earthly Sea are not normal humans except you."

Charles smiled, "Is that why you ignore their lives? Because they are polluted by the sea?"

"Tell you a little secret, they are not adapted to the life of the sea, nor are they polluted. They are the product of our genetic project."

"Eight hundred years ago, we exchanged some vampires' genes with humans, so humans in the sea of ​​earth are afraid of light, while vampires barely eat food."

Charles looked at him with a complicated expression, "Why? Why do you do this?"
Chapter completed!