Him and their stars

The three of them just watched the "dead man" step by step out of the alley and into the crowd. He was just like the most ordinary passenger on the road, unable to see any clues.

Edko's eyes began to shine: "Although I don't understand occult science, I really didn't expect that the skills of the Spiritual Research Association would be so useful in killing people, silencing them, and destroying corpses and traces!"

"I don't know either. I'm just an ordinary mathematician. I'm not yet a disciple of the Spiritual Research Society. I'm just cooperating with Master Wang Jingyang on some small research." Aragaki Sadaharu shrugged.

"The alliance is looking for him now, and has also sent questions to our embassy. Of course, it is even more necessary for him to die in front of everyone. The situation in the alliance is very chaotic, but we need him to be more chaotic. It's a pity, we still have If I'm not on the stage, I can only wait and see how those big men perform." There was still a hint of helplessness in Edko's voice:

"Haha, of course, even if they really perform, I'm afraid we won't be able to notice anything. Compared with those big people who dominate the universe, we are just ants."

However, Aragaki Sadaharu said expressionlessly: "I can't care about that. I only know that this guy is a 25-year-old. As an ordinary scientist, the most annoying person is a 25-year-old."

"Yes! Ants can also show their teeth..." Edko smiled and said to Babaru: "Brother, what should we do next?"

The Rumina people who have been thinking said this: "Continue our studies."

Edko couldn't help but be startled and was speechless for a moment, but the expression of Aragaki Sadaharu next to him showed fluctuations for the first time.

"Yes, continue to organize members to work and study, participate in more social activities, and seriously think about the laws and causes of the operation of our society. In the final analysis, what we have to do before, we must do now."

"...Brother, of course we can pretend that nothing happened, but when Bold's body appeared on the freight light track, everyone knew it."

"I know, so I will quit the membership right away. From now on, I will be just an ordinary college student. Adeco, and Brother Aragaki, the Frugal Society will be left to you."

"Don't leave it to me, I'm going to quit the membership soon." Aragaki Sadaharu saw everyone showing doubts: "I'm going to get my doctorate soon. Then I'm going to start my own research with Mr. Wang Hospital."

He paused again, pointed at Edko and said: "Leave it to this guy. Although he lacks the will to fight, he is a good organizer and liaison after all, and has a keen sense of smell. He can run the frugal society."

Adeko felt a little hurt, but felt that what the other party said made sense. When he was in Ice Valley City, he had actually noticed that something was wrong, so he notified the people on the Son of Loha's side. At that time, he was actually already doubting Bold, but he hesitated and didn't ask any more questions.

If Brother Babalu and Brother Aragaki were present at that time, they might have killed Bold on the spot.

"As long as we both leave, the goal of the Frugal Society will be very small, and the big men of the alliance will not do anything to you. You just need to follow the steps and wait for the right time." Aragaki added.

"Can you explain this time in detail?" Edco said.

"I don't know." The number one academic leader among the Nephi international students in the community said proudly in a decisive tone.

The corner of Edko's mouth twitched, and he looked at Babalu next to him, only to see the big beetle also said seriously: "I don't know either."

Edko immediately raised his hand with confidence: "I know now that our Frugal Society is actually led by Wolong Fengchu. After my brothers leave, I must lead the Frugal Society well. "

"The last thing is to formulate a good system so that you can't fall behind after you graduate." Aragaki added.

Edko smiled: "Don't worry, Brother Babalu doesn't need system building, but I do. People can always be suppressed."

Babalu always felt that the other party was mocking him for being a brainless bandit, but he still said:

"In a while, I will probably leave Nephi... What the hell is that look on your face? I still value this academic qualification very much. The reason why I am relinquishing the responsibility of the president is to prepare to study hard in seclusion. I hope I can complete all my studies in the last year. I will be able to do some down-to-earth social research no matter what step I take."

Babalu sighed and said sincerely: "Students must learn knowledge so that they will not be deceived. We must have such correct thinking so that we will not be used by our enemies. The incident in Ice Valley City is an Huge lesson, I hope it never happens next time.”

Edko nodded with a heavy face. But Aragaki Sadaharu shook his head: "I think it will happen next time. Babaru, you can't place your hopes on metaphysics and shouting slogans for success. However, you must learn something every time you fail, and you must grow. It’s a down-to-earth way of thinking.”

"...Araguan, I suddenly realized that you speak so nicely. Aren't you more suitable for this position than me?"

"I don't want it. I'm just an ordinary mathematician. There is only truth in mathematics. There may be truth in people's hearts, but there is also filth. With this in mind, I might as well go back to China and play with bugs."

"Insects?" Adkochi asked.

Aragaki Sadaharu pretended not to hear and remained silent.

"Can a mathematician who understands psychic powers crack the occult mechanism?" Babalu laughed.

"Psychic energy is my interest and research direction, and mathematics is my lifelong subject. Opening up the line between heaven and earth is the avenue. You common people, don't disturb the ascension of labor and capital!"

The three young people walked shoulder to shoulder into the depths of the alley, letting the dim street lights cover their whereabouts.

Their pace is light, but their mentality is very heavy. Perhaps only by laughing and cursing like all the young people who feel that the world is under their control and adults are idiots can they give themselves the strength to continue walking.

At this moment in Binggu City, it has been more than twenty days since the riot that spread throughout the city ended. Twenty days is enough time for a lot of things to change. The smoke and fire had been extinguished long ago, and even the bullet holes and stains had been repaired. The corpses lying dead throughout the city were also cleaned up, and everyone no longer even smelled the smell of blood.

Nowadays, unmanned buses and municipal robots are still making happy sounds and running smoothly in the streets and alleys of the city, with colorful video advertisements dancing on their bodies.

Yes, three weeks have passed. To the citizens of Ice Valley City, it seemed like three years had passed since the tragedy. They even knew that the factory had resumed work and asked all workers to return to work immediately.

So all the workers who were not arrested subconsciously started commuting, working and getting off work for the day, just as they had done for thousands of years.

Compared with the robots wandering in the streets, they are numb and mechanical, and they seem to be more like robots.

The guerrilla, who was wearing casual clothes but wearing green sleeves, was sitting in a fast food restaurant at the intersection of Ice Valley City, finishing today's dinner while observing the crowd after get off work.

"It's like a big tomb," said one guerrilla.

"You need to give them time to adapt. People's hearts need to be sorted out." Another guerrilla said.

"We are already lucky. Fortunately, the reputation of the guerrillas is pretty good, and at least there are still people willing to sell our things. I heard that no one in uniform would dare to take to the streets without a hundred people armed with weapons. " said the guerrilla deputy captain.

"So, Lao Wu, we are not in a big tomb, but in a big explosive barrel. Silent explosive barrels are scary." The guerrilla captain pointed at the subordinate who spoke at the beginning and taught him this.

This is a young guerrilla in his early forties. He is handsome and elegant yet somewhat domineering. He speaks nicely and looks like he is a master.

"The army and police will only let the explosive barrel explode, and it is our job to let it cool down completely." He told his subordinates again.

Everyone agreed that it was true, and felt that what the senior said made sense because he was experienced in many battles.

In addition, the work of the guerrillas is actually very effective. In the week before the tragedy in Ice Valley City, although the workers' uprising was forcibly suppressed, attacks on military and police officers still occurred every day.

In addition, various zero-dollar purchases and vicious accidents are endless.

It can be seen that if no solution can be found, this industrial city in the northern continent adjacent to the plateau will sink step by step like it is trapped in a swamp.

Fortunately, the governance capabilities and administrative level of a hegemonic power with a long history like the Alliance are not necessarily better than those of small countries, but they are better in that they can play many cards.

Soon, someone else was in charge of the security in Ice Valley City. Forty guerrillas parachuted into the city and took over the command of all violent organs in the city.

These powerful psykers drove the heavily armed police and mercenaries from major corporations out of the city and ordered them to be stationed outside the city, leaving only a relatively insensitive police force.

They began to consciously reduce the number of sentries and evil-looking patrol robots, which relieved the high-pressure atmosphere in the city, but they could always appear at the crime scene as quickly as possible. In addition, they will personally go out and patrol day and night with police and citizen volunteers.

Such a three-pronged approach allowed the city's order to gradually come under control.

Indeed, compared to the military police who shoot at "unarmed" citizens, these psychics who have always maintained the image of protecting ordinary citizens still have a good image among the people. At least the angry "thugs" would not, and certainly would not dare, to sap the guerrillas.

As long as everyone is willing to listen to others calmly, social security will have a direction in which we can work hard to manage it.

Governance results are also effective. Now, there have been no serious crimes in the city for three consecutive days, and the weapons used against police officers have ranged from Molotov cocktails to stones, and finally to rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes.

These guerrillas originally thought it was somewhat embarrassing to bring in well-trained psychics to suppress civilians. However, seeing the order of production and life in the city gradually restored, I still feel a sense of accomplishment.

Now, there are only ten days left in the security contract signed by the association and the alliance government, and they have decided to fulfill their duties and serve the last shift.

This group of guerrillas was responsible for today's night patrol. After dinner, they began to work.

The captain said: "Team A led a company to patrol along Sunset Boulevard. Group B led a company to Ring Road. Group C continued to sit in the square. Group D kept the sentry post safe. Group E monitored the sensitive red zone. The deputy captain led the reserve The team is commanded from downtown.”

Of course, this arrangement is still very organized. However, the vice-captain asked suspiciously: "So, captain, what about you?"

"I, huh, I'm the fifth ring, a dignified B-class guerrilla. I don't want to act with you burdens. Besides, I've been doing security work for so long. What's wrong with going to take a rest today?"

The guerrillas laughed loudly, saying that the captain was right, but after today's rest, it will be our turn tomorrow. The scene was immediately filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The atmosphere should naturally be joyful. You know, the nightclubs and various amusement facilities in the Ice Valley City have also reopened. This is not a sign of the city's recovery, so what else can it be?

So, that night, more than one person saw the famous B-class guerrilla, Mr. Essenpil, known as the "Wind Fighter" in the world, appear in a nightclub, and called seven or eight people at once. The most beautiful girl accompanied me for drinks.

This is certainly not a scandal.

Guerrillas are neither soldiers nor government officials. To put it bluntly, they should be regarded as "psychic vigilantes" with certain law enforcement powers. Taking a break after work does not violate any law.

As a matter of fact, many A-level guerrillas are still members of the Nephi Gold Club.

More importantly, even the guerrilla masters have begun to take a rest. Doesn't it mean that everything will be back on track?

In short, a wind of incense mixed with lights and feasting silently blew through the streets and alleys of Ice Valley City, as if blowing away the last trace of bloody smell in the city.

Therefore, in the midst of the banquet, no one would notice that the "Wind Fighter" had left the nightclub at some point and arrived at the factory in Beicheng.

Because the guerrillas drove away the security teams of these companies, all factory protection was replaced by robot troops that disowned their relatives. However, these steel puppets will certainly not stop Essenpil, the person in charge of zone security.

But even so, this powerful psyker still avoided the patrol routes and surveillance of all robots. Like a ghost, he silently walked past the gate of Raytheon's artillery factory.

During the Ice Valley City incident, the terrorists occupied this place and used the gravity tractor that had just come off the production line to launch artillery attacks on the plateau where the commander was located. Now, the entire factory has been closed. The number of sentries and patrols in the factory can even exceed that of the entire factory area.

The guerrillas did not enter the heavily guarded factory, but went straight to the adjacent building. This building does not belong to any industry under the military-industrial complex present, but is a central building for information control under the government. It is used for information security and data backup. It is considered a public facility of various nearby arsenals.

Of course, the three underground floors and the three above ground floors have been built into a commercial complex where meetings, shopping and dining can be held, and the usual passenger flow is pretty good.

Unfortunately, after the Ice Valley City incident, the place has ceased operations until now.

The guerrillas expertly entered the deserted, light-less complex that looked like a haunted house, and went all the way down to the third underground floor. Under the cover of a restaurant sign that was closed for business and painted "rat-scented duck neck", he opened a hidden gap in the ceiling and put a drone as big as a pinhole into it.

Then, he opened his terminal and started operating.

He was working very hard until a clear female voice sounded behind him.

"Need any help? Mr. Peel."