Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

The sphere extinguished the electronic eye, pulled up the altitude, and flew away from the air,

She immediately chased after him anxiously, like a little girl who has done something wrong and is afraid of being accused.

"Don't tell the bishop, hey! Hey!! Please don't tell him! Hey!"

"Have you heard! Hey! You can't tell the bishop about this, hey!! Listen to me!"

"Ouch!"

In a hurry, his feet tripped and fell to the ground on a large flat ground.

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Volume II Columbia Chapter: Chapter 170 The God of the Thread

"You lunatics! Stop! Stop! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The lens of the combat recorder shook, and stopped abruptly amidst bursts of distorted screams and the sound of blisters bursting,

The conference room returned to darkness, and fell into a death-like tranquility...

"The combat recorder of this image originally belonged to the leader of the "Recovery Squad", Captain Jod Wilson."

"About an hour after the operation started, the combat recorder was transmitted from the front line to the rear, and then the signal was interrupted, and contact with the headquarters was lost."

The only standing figure in the darkness narrated in a deep voice,

But from the end of the video just now, an invisible anxiety has penetrated and spread beyond the screen,

All the people present are either sitting deep, or thinking deeply, or rubbing their hands, or lowering their heads,

Their collars were soaked with sweat,

"But it takes half an hour for the combat recorder to transmit the recorded information to the headquarters. Therefore, the recovery team was defeated half an hour ago. Half an hour later, the fleeing Captain Joad was killed by soldiers who suddenly went berserk. Return to the squad and wipe out."

"Gentlemen, this individual existence is far more dangerous than we imagined."

The standing figure raised the volume, trying to revive the atmosphere in the conference room,

But apart from the swaying water in the glass beside him, it was hard to find any other response.

"And now this existence is in the territory of our Federation. It is like a time bomb that may explode at any time."

"Gentlemen, we urgently need a solution!"

"Yeah, your original method was to encourage us to control him by controlling the target. What happened?"

A dissatisfied voice came from one of the seats,

"Not only was the recovery team annihilated, but you also made Him aware of our intentions!"

"Do you know how much it would cost to retrain such a team? It's a waste of taxpayers' money!"

Voices followed by more voices,

Because His existence did cost them a lot, such as the entire series of experiments that were shut down because the main base was destroyed.

The figure standing up was about to answer, but was preempted by a voice from another seat,

"What is the current trend of countries?"

The noisy voices that had just appeared in front of the conference table shrunk back consciously, and countless eyes focused on the urgent question, focusing on the standing figure.

The figure does not express his position, and his emotions are normal,

"Victoria and the Sarkaz Ten Royal Courts are still in a stalemate. The Yan Kingdom has not moved, and Iberia cannot be contacted. The rest of the countries seem to have not noticed it yet, but our personnel have obtained from the interior of Ursus. The presence of Ursus allegiance is predictive of this individual's behavioral assessment."

The standing figure snapped its fingers.

"First, it has a neutral attitude towards humans. Second, it is bound by another individual who is most likely also a human being. Third, it has a thinking mode close to that of a human being."

Colombia is the youngest country on Terra,

Advocating science and technology, developing science and technology, even if the crazy scientific research activities cause some inhumane incidents, the Federation of Columbia will still choose to turn a blind eye.

Youth means future, future means vigor, and vigor means ambition,

If such an "existence" is controlled in Colombia, then the proportion of the Federation's power to speak with other countries in the future will greatly increase...!

"These three outlines are basically consistent with our original guess. Gentlemen, Iberia was on a state of alert for a whole month about two months ago. Combined with the performance of this existence, it is difficult for us not to guess The origin of this existence and its "controlling people"."

"Don't talk nonsense, now that things are messed up by you, you should show us the actual countermeasures!"

"That's what I think,"

The corner of the mouth twitched slightly, and the figure moved around, bringing the eyes of the room back to the conference table.

"Since our strength is ineffective, then we will make peace."

One place of this remark, the sentence shocked everyone to sit,

The figure faced it calmly, spread his hands on the ground, and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

"A being like this, whether it's a giant beast or some unknown god, obviously holds such a powerful power, but restrains himself and is willing to endure the offense of the outside world. Gentlemen, do you know why?"

"Because behind him, his manipulators did it deliberately, setting instructions on him and setting constraints on him."

"His manipulators tried to make him accept the rules of this land, and he obeyed them respectfully. The biggest supporting evidence for this argument is that you and I who are present are still alive."

"So, gentlemen, who do you think this manipulator is?"

"A human being."

In the gradually enlightened eyes, the figure asked and answered,

"A human being, his desires, his pursuits, no matter how good or bad they are, cannot be divorced from this society. I think everyone here is a modern civilized person with moral education and enlightenment. We don't need to kill, and we don't need to kill people. Persecution, we just need to use some rules——"

"His rules, our rules."

"The rules of civilization."

A chuckle came from the corner of the figure's mouth, as if the soldiers who died in the morning were lifeless clay sculptures... Although the death medal is really expensive.

"Gentlemen, you of the Federation, you know what I mean."

"All it takes is some reasonable writing and humanitarian manipulation..."

"He will himself use Him for us."

"At that time, the Colombian dream will no longer be hazy."

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The Vilas refugee camp, which was usually lifeless, ushered in a rare excitement today.

A long queue lined up in front of the wooden table. Looking closely at the composition, they were all Victorian refugees in ragged clothes.

"Get your documents and food and go back and wait, the next one."

Angel D1 sat behind the table, looked up at the refugees in front of him,

"May I ask what you originally did? What occupation did you have?"

"Worker... sir, can this job really pay for food?!"

Looking under the bowler hat to meet those eager eyes, D1 is silent and nods.

"This job is in a food processing factory. You can get whatever you make on the assembly line..."

"Sir! Then you must consider me! I work in the Londinium Food Processing Factory! I can operate all kinds of machinery and equipment! You!..."

Realizing that his eagerness was a little rude, the refugee's tone immediately softened. D1 saw him, a 1.8-meter man, who was about to fade into a 1.3-meter man.

"Sorry sorry...I..."

"What we need is experienced workers, your name?"

"Jack Bruce!"

The little rabbit Yana sitting next to D1 wrote with a pen, making another entry on the dense list of people.

The refugee hired by Xiti cheered loudly and wept with joy. D1 looked at his back and felt aggrieved.

What the hell is wrong.

I am so happy just because of a job that can provide food, lodging and a small salary. What kind of shit world is outside this desert.

Although D1 himself does not know the specific interior layout of the newly built food processing factory near the Montenegro, he knows that if it is put into reality, this kind of factory that only cares about food and lodging and wants workers to work for free will either close down or die. .

"Old one,"

D2 pushes his shoulder from behind.

"It's time to change shifts."

"Ha... okay."

D1 took away the FM24 light machine gun that was placed on the table to help maintain discipline, removed the chair, and replaced D2 with the seat.

Yana waved hello to Tiffany, who also came to change shifts. The two little rabbits hugged each other, pressed their ears against each other, rubbed against their faces, and then separated.

Holding the little rabbit's hand, D1 looked at the pocket watch.

They took up this task in the morning: to recruit refugees from the Vilas refugee camp for the new food processing factory in Montenegro,

All relevant texts and items were provided by the bishop who issued the task, including what questions to ask when recruiting, and edible sea marks that were distributed to refugees as prizes and admission documents.

Now the time shows that it is already noon,

Looking at the still long refugee queue, Angel felt that the overall situation was not bad.

Although the players don't know NPC characters, there are Yana and Tiffany, and D6 and others maintain discipline with other players, so everything is going smoothly.

"Yo~ the old one leads the child~"

"...Hey! Hey! Don't go! I'll just ask, I'll just ask!"

D6, who has a lot of words, hurriedly catches up with D1 to make amends.

"I'm here to ask where our bishop has gone. Do you know why he went?"

"Why did you go?"

Emotional empathy was conveyed, D1 stood still, and turned his head in the same doubt.

"What's the matter with the bishop? I have something to worry about, so let the fart go."

"The bishop left, and he left in a hurry, as anxious as a child at home violently ran away a neighbor's child, and the other party wanted to make trouble."

D6 scratched his neck, glanced around, and the empathy told D1 that he was not lying.

Although D1, who is "in a hurry" at the moment, is not very interested in this "detail".

"It may be some kind of details after the production team fell ill. I don't know about this, why don't you go offline and ask the forum."

"hiss……"

D6 fell into deep thought. He recalled the back view of leaving in a hurry after the bishop released the mission. He always felt that he had missed something on the other side of the main city... He looked up again and wanted to explain his few guesses to D1 , but saw that the captain of the team, who is "literary and powerful", had already carried the rabbit by the ear and went to the distance.

"...Old One! Where are you going?!"

"There is something urgent, take someone to dinner."

"........."

Urgent matter?That's it?

Old one, you still say that your soul can't be hooked away by a rabbit? ! ? !

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Chang Wei!You also said that you don't know martial arts yourself!