Just when Mr. Crow Fran Furley thought "Professor Langdao" had been staying in the laboratory for too long, walking around outside, and looking up at the time on the clock from time to time.

A sword light with a wide door panel suddenly broke open the laboratory door, and sparks and lightning rushed into the standard playground, just like an amateur surfer who was storming the wind and waves in the tide.

It can be seen that this is a sword-shaped aircraft, with a human-shaped figure squatting on it, and countless fine blue and white electric arcs burst out from its body, gradually burning through its coat and clothes, revealing the source of the electric arc.

Mr. Crow Fran Furier widened his eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank unconsciously. Finally, he saw clearly that the figure was covered with current circuits of "lightning legs" on the surface, and the ends were connected together, like a cage wrapped itself in it.

"Crazy! This guy is finally crazy!" Mr. Crow Fran Furel couldn't help but murmur, thinking: "Genius! This guy is such a genius!"

The waves stepped on the "Baidi Saint Sword" and "flyed on the sword" on the standard playground of the special education school. With the determination to succeed if you fail, you succeed. At this time, you succeeded in one fell swoop. The pleasure in your heart cannot be described as writing.

The buildings where each grade is located have many heads poking out from the windowsills, corridors, and aisles, staring at the waves flying on the sword for a moment, and many faculty and staff at the special education school have turned their attention away.

Seeing that he attracted more and more people's attention, the waves knew that they could stop and said to himself: "The trees are fascinated by the forest, and the wind will blow! I'll just collect my magical powers!"

So, the mysterious figure flying with a sword flew around the standard playground three times, flew back to the early grade building he had come out and returned to the "Landau Laboratory".

Mr. Fran Furley later used his special rights to instantly block the top floor where the "Landau Laboratory" is located, and then after the security personnel arrived, they immediately went to see the mixture of madman and genius, "Professor Langau"!

With a "bang", Mr. Crow closed the laboratory door with his backhand, and looked at the electronic circuit standing on the insulated rubber blanket, tearing off the electric sparks that were still flashing and jumping. His whole body was charred, and there was no wave of good meat. There was too much to say, but nothing was said.

"Professor Langdao" was cramping all over his body, but he grinned and saw a gray-black figure, revealing the only white rows of teeth, as well as the bleeding gums.

"Hiss...Mr. Fleir, it succeeds! I succeed!"

Mr. Crow walked forward quickly, put on insulated gloves while walking, first helping "Professor Langdao" get rid of the electronic circuit that cannot be shut down, and then seeing the naked and trembling waves all over, he quickly took off his coat and put it on the little madman.

The warmth of the waves is not only because someone cares about and loves themselves, but more because they find a large amount of "Xian Qin magic power" in their body, that is, "mechanical mustard seeds" and are very happy.

"Mr. Fleir, I didn't find any wire circuits in the first minute of entering the special education school. I couldn't help but wonder whether the school's energy supply system was based on wireless energy transmission! So, on the improved aircraft Troll Skateboard, I directly abandoned the excess and cumbersome power system, changed it to a port for receiving wireless energy transmission, and added several magnetic fluid nozzles. Then, the Troll Skateboard was transformed into its current posture!"

Mr. Fran Furley knew that he had never given any advice. Such a critical point was naturally discovered by "Professor Lang Dao" himself.

"But, the wireless transmission energy protocol...the port that accepts microwave radiation energy...how do you solve it?"

Of course, the waves cannot be said, nor will they say that they cracked it with the "Xian Qin Ling Root" and a neural group biological computer, easily obtaining the agreement permissions. At the same time, they also use the "mechanical mustard seeds" in their bodies to directly transform the receiving port.

"Professor Langdao" disagreed with disapproval, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled: "Everyone always has a secret to keep! Mr. Furile, you shouldn't ask such a question without level!"

Mr. Crow immediately realized that he had crossed the line and quickly apologized and did not continue to ask.

Suddenly, Fran Furier understood, took a step back, and said seriously: "Congratulations, Mr. Hailang, you graduated from the special education school! Look, you have keen and meticulous observation, wild imagination, and careful action to verify. The final summary, that is, the results are also released! This is your graduation thesis. Even if I read it as a tutor, it is a nearly perfect answer!"

"Ha? I've graduated! I've only been to the Special Education School for less than two months, and I've only been studying for one month... Okay! I'm really embarrassed to graduate after graduation and be with a group of children!"

There was no surprise to Mr. Crow for "Professor Langdao" accepting reality so quickly. The genius of the special education school is so precocious!

Fran Furley thought about it, considering that the foundation of the waves was not solid enough, hesitated for a moment: "Maybe we can arrange for you to work in a special education school, and Professor Lang Dao's identity can appear naturally!"

Hailang thought about it and felt that it was safer to develop slowly in the special education school and cultivate the meager "Xian Qin magic power" in the body. At least before gathering the rich collective of "Machine Mustard Seeds" and the "Xian Qin Jindan" in the micro-production factory, I still have to survive.

So, "Professor Langdao" was silent. Mr. Crow could see that no matter how quickly the other party weighed the pros and cons, he did not disturb him.

After three minutes, the waves closed their eyes, as if they had figured out the key, and nodded gently.

Mr. Crow Fran Furel was very happy, but his face was still calm and began to ask about the relevant parameters of the "White Emperor Saint Sword", which was really embarrassing him.

Later, Mr. Crow got all the data he wanted, and left the "Landau Laboratory" slowly, but hurriedly reported to the head of the relevant department of kgb through his own channels.

"Director Selov, I think this is a real genius. He not only has wild imagination, but also has extremely powerful action power. He is destined to be a great scientist with unlimited future! We don't have to directly absorb him into the kgb, and put it in the design bureau of the academician of the Academy of Engineering of the People's Revolutionary Federation, which is influenced and controlled by us, so that he can grow wildly outside!"

The youngest director of the General Administration, who once walked out of the special education school, leaned back and hid himself in the dark shadow that the spotlight above his head could not be taken care of. He pondered for a long time before he made the final decision!

The "Casual Sea Tiger" slowly stood up, just like the sleeping king of beasts awakening slowly, looking down from the other end of the screen, with a fierce light flowing out of his eyes, and Mr. Crow was uncomfortable all over his face.

Director Selov did not agree directly, clenched his fist with his right hand, and hammered the table quickly and urgently.

"Dada..."

The screen of emergency communication was then blacked out, and Mr. Crow Fran Fleir immediately understood, and the director agreed!

At this time, the background wall behind the "Caspian Tiger" suddenly rolled up, revealing the true face of the balcony flower pot.

He is the famous Tiger Balcony Global Hawk, Selov, the Roaring Emperor Caspian Tiger, and the youngest Director of the General Administration.

On the other hand, after reaching a tacit understanding with the heads of relevant departments, Mr. Fran Furley finally put down a big stone in his heart, took a breath and began to deal with the recently accumulated work.

Not long after, he put in the invitation letter he had compiled.

"The First King of Fighters Competition? It includes dark boxers in the dark world, fighters in the face of the world, biochemical transformation warriors, masters of ancient schools, and even practitioners who focus on personal detachment, yogis, and cultivators?"

Mr. Crow didn't intend to pay attention to it, but he suddenly remembered the sudden inspiration of "Professor Lang Dao", which actually came from the two sides on the fight day.
Chapter completed!