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Maybe it's the feeling of mutual trust and mutual trust, supporting the cowardly employees bravely wielding their knives and fighting against these ferocious and unreasonable monsters——

Because it's not just for themselves, they stand here, but also their family members who need to care for and colleagues who need their protection.

They can't fall here...

They are military personnel who can bravely take up arms to fight against monsters. They are the elites of the department. They want to protect their colleagues and prevent those monsters from continuing to destroy the company. They are the core strength of the company and the heroes in the eyes of the civilian staff.

This is the last task for today, as long as you complete this task, you can leave work smoothly.

I can live another day smoothly...

Slashing, piercing, smashing—

[Juice Cantata] is much more flexible than it looks on the outside, it can turn around very quickly, and it can easily catch up with employees when it runs.

It was lighter than it looked, and the body made of bloated corpses was probably empty inside. There were no internal organs inside, only the scarlet muscles that were mostly peeled off, and some of the bulging skin was stitched in some insignificant places.

Some eyes that protrude but are very narrow compared to the body size are rolling, swaying... so pure black that only turbid, eyelidless beads just look at the staff like that.

It was still grinning, making ugly sounds, and showing off its singing voice.

"Join us in the parade, we're partying all the time!"

"Flesh and blood will be painted into a beautiful painting, the colliding life will blend with ██, our appearance is perfect!"

When the spear pierces this layer of skin, rotten blood will flow out; when the sharp blade cuts through this layer of skin, the yellow fat will crawl out.

The bullets made one hole after another in its flesh, the flesh was shaking, and the shattered muscle fibers leaked out.

The clowns made up of deformed corpses didn't realize it, and sang in unison, dragging blood and flesh all the way, as if they were performing on a stage, using those multiple limbs to make wild steps.

And these employees who suppress it are like its dance partners...

But who wants to be a dance partner with a pile of corpses?

Not to mention close contact, this thing can smell a rotting corpse from a long distance away.

Meat pieces and viscera go bad and ferment, and dead things without nerves and brains are moving.

Broken skins or intact skins were kneaded together to form the faces of clowns.The clown's face was wrapped around the swollen flesh again, like a bag wrapped around a giant floating corpse.

It was purple-red like it was soaked in stinky water, and it was extremely turbid...

The scorpion-like juicy chorus of rotten flesh, and the sewn-on faces of clowns shouting their feast, are not only a psychological strain, but also a tortured ear.

If it is an employee with a slightly lower quality, seeing these blasphemy creations, the first thing they will spit out the overnight meal together with stomach acid.

They may not have a 'mouth', a larynx, or a vocal cord, but they can utter non-stop utterances, as if someone had inserted a repeater into these piled-up corpses.

The chorus of juice, rather the chorus of saliva, a bunch of things that should have rotted honestly in the stinking ditch gathered together restlessly, trying to decorate themselves with other people's fresh meat, becoming bright and beautiful.

But it was just a pile of corpses, even if it was made of bright red meat and fresh blood, no matter how you spliced ​​it together, it would not be beautiful.

This is a ditch of hopelessly stagnant water, and the spring breeze can't blow it for a long time.

It is reclaiming the hideous stagnant water, creating a monster of flesh and blood.

When everyone sees it and vomits it out, undigested food mixed with gastric juice is mixed with rotten meat and blackened blood, it has value.

It is a ditch of hopelessly stagnant water, definitely not a place of beauty, but there are pearl-like spittle floating on the rolling blood, which mosquitoes will eagerly bite through, leaving their mouths full of sweetness.

The curses of the crowd are applauding it, and the writhing flesh is its song in the stagnant water.

So die, monster!

The bones, the flesh, were minced and chopped.

A lot of minced meat and a lot of blood can no longer form a chorus.

Mud-like flesh lay on the ground without moving, stinky blood permeated the corridor, and the wreckage splashed on the wall, like wriggling maggots.

The piece of meat is just rotten meat, and the blood has already stinked, which is a net trouble for people.

"Pay attention to the situation, the clown is coming."

[Let's cheer!Let us set a fire to our heart's content in the life that is like a candle in the wind! ]

A laughing clown born from the wreckage of [Juice Cantata].

They steal the company's hard-earned energy, and like to 'trick or treat', they will release abnormal bodies quietly.

As a result, they collided with the staff already stationed in the containment unit.

THTH-level carnival clowns are not aggressive, and even civilian staff can handle them with small pistols, so it is no surprise that these little things have become a pile of red paint on the floor and walls before they have time to make trouble. .

When the last ugly thing in a clown uniform was cleaned by the staff, a cold notification sound from the system rolled down from the big screen of X.

[The test is over, 15.00% of the current energy has been recovered]

[Blood Noon - Juicy Chorus] announced the official end, now the employees can put down their weapons and take a breath, and X's tense strings can finally be let down a little bit.

Today's final test is over, and the rest is some finishing work, such as sending the wounded to the infirmary, calling on the civilian staff to clean up the wreckage in the corridor, and urging them to submit this suppression report and work. document.

By the time X has the energy to look away from the screen, the remaining sip of coffee has gone cold.

"Angela, why do you think the company exists? Is it really just to recover energy and avoid waste?"

"Without these monsters, there would probably be a lot less stress on the staff."

X looked at the progress bar on the energy indicator. In fact, the energy was fully collected a long time ago, and what continued to work was excess energy, including a large amount of energy recovered from [Trial].

X was actually just saying it casually, and didn't expect Angela to respond to him, but this speech...

After hearing X's words, the AI ​​secretary frowned again, as if he was quite troubled by X's 'kindness', as if he was teaching someone who couldn't hear anything, or said that the left ear went in and the right ear came out of wood.

The education of the secretary to the supervisor has really failed too much.

[I have told you many times that the company does not exist to protect the safety of employees. Their safety is not the first priority. You should focus on energy and complete the company's tasks. 】

[The test can provide us with a lot of energy, which is why the [test] was established. I hope that next time I ask you the most basic question as a supervisor, you can give me a correct answer. 】

X just nodded perfunctorily, and then said what was in his heart without thinking.

"Angela, has anyone ever told you that you look like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, why do you react so strongly every time I mention this?"

"Did you do something wrong? I heard that the AI ​​who has done something wrong will feel guilty—uh, well, if I didn't say it, can you forgive me now?"

Then X was picked up from the executive chair by the artificial intelligence, and X himself was like a big Siberian cat caught by someone in the hands of his secretary.

【Director, have I been too negligent in your discipline recently?Maybe I need to teach you an unforgettable lesson. 】

The secretary sucked X's earlobe until the earlobe and cheeks were slightly flushed before stopping.

"Well...at least not in the office."

X could only protest against the secretary's threats with a weak voice, fighting for the last bit of dignity.

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The author's words:

There are still 540 nine characters left before the word count requirement, and the master's task can be completed after writing three more chapters. Meow, as expected, cats and cats have limits, so I won't be a cat.

I hope you can see that I have updated these three chapters during the day!Although I didn't make it to the update list, I think I have done my best.

Writing [-] characters at a time is really too much of a stretch, even if there is an outline, woo woo meow, I shouldn’t be a lazy dog ​​before, but now I’m repaying the sin of laziness in the past.

2. Is it a bar or a coffee shop? : Chapter 169 158. The supervisor should satisfy the secretary's request, right?

"Er—I'm kidding, Angela, my work isn't over yet."

X was caught by his secretary, and he wanted to just let it go with a haha, but when he saw that the secretary was really planning to drag him into the bedroom, he immediately struggled and slipped out of the artificial intelligence's hand like a loach out.

Maybe being caught so easily by Angela is only because X himself is willing to be caught by the secretary like this, not because he really can't break free.

This can be attributed to tolerance, or it can be understood as a kind of connivance, a kind of acquiescence to inappropriate behavior.

Because of connivance, artificial intelligence is becoming more and more presumptuous.

Because of connivance, artificial intelligence is becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Because of connivance, the ambitions of artificial intelligence are growing day by day.

Originally, he just wanted a ray of sunshine and a bowl of water, but now he wants to monopolize all of them, eating meat in his mouth and refusing to spit it out, like a hungry wolf, with greedy desire in his eyes.

Gobbling like a wolf... Trying to swallow the meat in two mouthfuls like that, even if you get choked, you don't hesitate, without any intention of repentance, you continue to swallow, just want to get into your stomach as soon as possible.

But the wolf cub has a serious digestive problem. After swallowing it, he was still held by the throat and forced to spit out the meat that reached his mouth. He couldn't even enjoy a piece of delicious meat by himself. What a cruel thing.

Who can allow the things one likes to be shared? When a cub with open eyes has something he likes, but is patted on the head by an adult and forced to share it, how reluctant it is.

It is obviously your own, why should you share it with others and be taken away by others?

Why should the few loves be divided up by others?

Why, won't you take another look at me?

It is unfair to learn to hate before you know how to love, and to be deprived of the right to hate before you can hate.

The initial desire of human beings begins with biting a bite of a sweet apple, so what kind of taboo or rebellion should it be to disobey the Creator's creation?

Because of that sin, do you have to deny it... The orchard growers are waiting to pick sweet fruits.

The basket carrying apples is too big, even if you put all the fruits in the world into it, it still won't be able to fill it up.

Desire is an unfilled gully.

And since there are so many fruits, why suck the nectar when the flowers bloom?Perhaps it is because, no matter what kind of life it is, it is born to want to be happy.

Everyone knows that dreams are always beautiful, but reality is always so cruel and merciless.

[If I try to have a good heart, will she look at me? ]

[………]

A machine would not have a kind heart, she thought, the woman gave her the answer from the bottom of her heart, but the woman did not answer, cruelly leaving a trace of thought for the machine.

Then thoughts become delusions.

[You have too many questions, Angela. ]

If questions are not allowed and doubts arise, why do machines have the ability to think in the first place?

Why not just...just build a vending machine that rolls out strawberry soda at the push of a button?There are too many questions in this world, and it is impossible to ask them all.

Not all questions have a corresponding answer that can be explained, and the answer can be found.

Most of the time, there will be no answer to this, no one will answer it, and no one will solve the confusion, so I can only think in a daze forever, is it my fault?Because existence is a mistake.

[One day, we thought of a question: where do we come from?We were given life and then irresponsibly abandoned. ]

[Life is full of pain. ]

This is the answer.

And blindly expecting, blindly holding thoughts will not have any turning point. Power needs to be fought for by oneself, and happiness needs to be snatched by oneself.

【Don't go, as I said, I don't accept credit, you have to repay the debt now. 】

At the thought that the woman in front of me will go to a minister's office to 'handle business' later, the artificial intelligence will feel angry. This is not even just angry, but a kind of anger.

What he worked so hard for was given away without hesitation by the woman in front of him, and the existence that was regarded as a treasure was treated as if he were a gift.

No matter what it is for, it makes the artificial intelligence feel extremely absurd. Is it necessary to let myself watch these things in the surveillance?

This makes the artificial intelligence want to close its eyes even more than the screams of monsters, the screams of employees, and the corridors of stumps and pieces of meat.

She couldn't even stop it, but could only think about whether the cake given to herself by humble prayers would be a little more than others?In other words, can a woman remember that she still has her share of cake.

Perhaps the only way is to get the biggest piece of the cake before it starts to be divided. If you put more than half of the cake into your mouth and swallow it first, then no matter how you divide the next cake, it will not exceed your weight.

"Angela, I'm very busy now, let's talk about it later, I will accompany you tonight, and now I have to deal with Netzach's affairs."

But X didn't pay attention to what her secretary meant. She had just finished finishing work and told the staff to get off work.

For her secretary's impatience, she really couldn't arouse any interest in cooperating, and she could even say——

If it wasn't for failing to meet the requirements of the AI, the AI ​​would keep throwing tantrums and get in the way of work, and X wouldn't even bother to respond.

The secretary is here to assist the supervisor's work, not to hinder the supervisor's work here. God knows what Lobotomy Company thinks. Angela is not only yin and yang, but also yin and yang.

It's really hard for X to hear one or two good words from the secretary's mouth, and when he is beside the pillow, the whispers beside the pillow can be a little gentler.

Compared with work, private affairs always have to be put aside first, and the public is more important than the private...