I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 321 - 223: Goodbye Mr. Connor_l

Chapter 321: Chapter 223: Goodbye Mr. Connor_l

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War is always brutal.

Whether it’s for one’s own survival, or for the prosperity of future generations, both sides clash relentlessly with deafening roars, struggling fiercely with no distinction or resolution.

A morning passes, and the two exit the room one after the other.

Captain Camp has his right hand resting on his stomach, seemingly satisfied and starting to dream again.

Harrison Clark is fully wrapped in his Hawk Armor, with his Tactical Helmet adjusted to an opaque mode, making it impossible to see his actual figure and face.

Except for those who are aware of the situation, others assume that Harrison Clark is Nora Camp’s newly recruited personal guard.

Perhaps there’s something more between the two of them.

But so what? War heroes are all about being bold and free. It’s about time someone like Captain Camp had a man.

Harrison hangs his head, seemingly heavy-hearted.

The refreshed and invigorated Nora Camp doesn’t notice Harrison’s peculiarity, only urging him to hurry up, “Come on, hurry up. It’s rare to get a retired scholar from the Titan Research Institute. We have to show some respect to others. We’re already almost ten minutes late.”

Harrison grumbles softly, “That’s because of you, I said twice was enough.” “Three times make it easier to get pregnant! Isn’t that on you too? Why did you take so long on the third time?”

Harrison shrugs.

Don’t normal people activate Endurance Aura during their third time?

Though he complains internally, he indeed speeds up.

Nora is going to pick up someone, he is going to pick up something.

After more than two weeks of hard work by the Titan Institute, his Enhanced Eagle Strike Armor is freshly made and has been delivered to the Giant Wave Vertical Team Base by Titan Institute’s staff.

Word has it that the delivery personnel this time is not an ordinary person, but Martha Owen’s assistant, a senior scholar who has long been enjoying a high reputation.

Considering confidentiality requirements, once a person like him comes out, he won’t be going back.

He will stay in the Giant Wave Vertical Team.

His primary purpose is to monitor Harrison’s condition constantly and collect firsthand data for the development of the standard Enhanced Eagle Strike

Armor.

His secondary objective is to provide technical assistance to the newly promoted, widely recognized strongest vertical team, the Giant Wave Vertical Team, and help this rapidly rebuilding powerhouse team to enhance its equipment strength and logistical capabilities.

It’s an excellent opportunity that other vertical teams can only dream of.

Usually, people would treat them with great reverence even if they got an apprentice from the Titan Institute, let alone a legendary retired master scholar like this time.

Of course, Nora Camp takes this very seriously.

Two minutes later, the two meet the old gentleman in the conference room.

When they open the door, the old man is standing with his back to the entrance, his hands behind his back, looking up blankly at the star map.

In the star map, the territories belonging to humans and those of radium are marked in green and red respectively, along with the general distribution of military strength.

Green dots are scattered all around, while the red forms a large connected area, so bright and despairing.

A metal box about a meter long lies next to him, along with a dreamy humanoid robot about one and a half meters tall.

It turns out to be a tall female figure with an incredibly slim waist and quite hot!

Nora Camp tries her best not to look at the robot, apologizing very politely, “I’m sorry, teacher, we were just dealing with an emergency and arrived late.” Without turning his head, the old man speaks with a dissatisfied tone, “I, an old man, risked my life and went through untold hardships to drive a small spacecraft alone to deliver people and equipment to you. And now, you are terribly late for ten minutes and fifty-two seconds! Do you take my Titan Institute seriously, do you take me seriously?”

Right, Harrison, who is just retracting his Tactical Helmet, immediately guesses the man’s identity.

The old fellow is getting better at playing, isn’t he? There was no seriousness last time, he even poked my butt with a hypodermic needle when we first met. This time, he’s played even fancier, going out with a robot maid. Can you, an old man, handle that? Are you giving yourself too much credit?

Nora Camp doesn’t know the old man’s style, so she’s obviously embarrassed and apologizes repeatedly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

The proud old man with his hands on his back is even more arrogant, pretending a heart-wrenching expression, “I’m heartbroken! I’m sad! You two lied to me, what were you two doing just now…”

“Ahem, Mr. Connor, that’s enough. Don’t meddle in the matters of young people, you can’t handle it. And, tsk tsk, look at your assistant robot. You don’t feel ashamed to have it all fancy like this?

Harrison is very familiar with the old man’s character. The old man is unyielding, cunning, but also magnanimous, so he can be teased casually.

“Huh.” Folll0w current novÊls on n/o/v/3l/b((in).(co/m)

As expected, as soon as Harrison speaks, Mr. Connor immediately stops his performance, turns around and curiously looks at Harrison up and down. At the same time, the busty wave robot assistant also starts to change its shape, reverting to an ordinary robot with a strong mechanical appearance. Harrison stares straight back, not avoiding his gaze.

“Boy, I studied psychology.”

He says.

Harrison raises an eyebrow, “Who are you calling boy? Show some respect to Galactic Humans.”

Mr. Connor falls silent, and suddenly laughs, “That’s true, you are indeed the only one whose gene awakening levels exceed 35%-1 ^{am reall}Y curious about what kind of abilities you possess. Does the universe give you some information we can’t receive? From the tone of your conversation with me just now, I feel like you knew me before, and you even understood me very well. You seemed to be talking not to a stranger, but to a very familiar old friend.. However, the fact is our Titan Institute personnel list is top secret, and you couldn’t have gotten any information about me from anywhere! Tell me, who are you?”