"New recruits..." Professor Gemeit's lips twitched wildly.
The others may not know the value of this research data, but as an Level Eight researcher, how could he not?
Any piece of information here is enough to advance research in this area across the universe by at least a million years! Many of those weapons and equipment are still in the theoretical or even imaginative stage.
This shock is no different from humans just fantasizing about the notion of a time machine, and then someone places the blueprint and entire principles of making a time machine before you, telling you it's something they casually made.
Professor Gemeit carefully looked at Zhang Menglong for a moment, then made a serious decision, "Mr. Zhang, on behalf of the research institute at our intergalactic battlefield, I extend an invitation to you, sincerely hoping you can join us and contribute to our research endeavors."
