Chapter 29 The National Crisis Strategy Response Team was formally established!

Weng!

All eyes were on Wu Xie.

In the end, the sound of air-conditioning came and went, and hundreds of top giants from all walks of life rolled up and down their Adam's apples, too shocked to say a word.

"I can assure you that everything in this video is true! I'm having a hard time accepting it, worrying that now you have to believe it, and—"

As soon as Wu Xie changed his voice, the entire conference room fell into silence again.

In Nuoda's conference room, hundreds of people dared not take a breath.

"This is just the beginning. Three years later, there will be countless such events happening in various cities. Creatures more terrifying than zombies will descend on this world, terrifying abyssal monsters, demon lords...!"

Wu Xie's voice became more and more serious. Whenever he mentioned these things, it seemed to remind him of his unbearable and difficult years.

...

an hour later.

"As the saying goes, when a country is in crisis, everyone is responsible! In my own name, I strongly hope that everyone can actively participate in the work of the National Crisis Strategy Team, and everyone will contribute their own strength!"

"National crisis is at the head! Every man is responsible!"

Wu Xie's voice resounded throughout the conference room, and almost everyone was infected by the young people, and gradually began to wave their hands and shout!

"When the country is in crisis, everyone is responsible!"

"When the country is in crisis, everyone is responsible!"

"When the country is in crisis, everyone is responsible!"

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[Drip, congratulations to the host for gaining a sense of accomplishment, rewarding 500 black technology points, with a balance of 30,750 black technology points! ]

[Drip, congratulations to the host for obtaining the permission of the D-level exchange mall! ]

"Today, I will officially announce! The National Crisis Strategy Response Team is officially established!"

Team leader and commander in chief: Wu Xie

Vice-chairman: Gao Weiguo

Minister of Weapons Research Department: Wang Sanqiang

Director of Biological Research Department: Vice Zhang Tian

Head of Physics Department: Xu Mingwei

Vaccine research team leader: Sun Jiadong

Special Operations Group: National Dangerous Special Forces Directly under the Central Committee——Eastern Sword (unbuilt!)

Chief logistics officer: Yun Zetian!

Wu Xie quickly finished announcing the leaders of each department.

The building has three basement floors.

At this time, everyone held their breath and did not dare to speak out. No one objected to anything or felt that anyone was wrong. On the one hand, they were following the arrangement of their superiors, and on the other hand, the names Wu Xie read were all real giants from all walks of life.

Famous nuclear physicist!

Famous academician!

There are three major departments in this department construction, including Armed Forces Research Department, Biological Research Department, and Physics Department! There are also two special teams, a vaccine research team and a special operations team!

More than 300 people, no more and no less, within a short period of time, the personnel were assigned quickly, and everyone knew their departments.

"Okay, let's end today's meeting here. After you sign the documents, you can go back to the laboratory prepared for you and study related topics! You can apply to the logistics department for all the equipment you need!"

"Floors 11-30 are for Armed Forces Research Department, Biological Research Department, Physics Department, and Vaccine Research Group. The Gaowei Congress will allocate space for you! My office on the 33rd floor, I usually stay there all the time. Find any breakthroughs in time. I."

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1am.

The Guowei Building is brightly lit, from the 11th to the 33rd floors, no lights are off, everyone has adapted to the environment, and began to indulge in experiments!

The top floor of the National Dangerous Building.

The autumn wind was cool, and Wu Xie's black windbreaker was blown by the cold wind, and his long black hair was flying in the air.

He looked at the bright moon high above, and at the feasting lights below, lost in thought.

How long can this kind of life last?