"Name?"
"Huai Shi."
"Gender?"
"Male."
"Age?"
“19。”
"Inspection complete. There are no errors. Confirmation of appointment. Clearance granted."
In front of the quaint door, a stiff voice said to Russell, "Welcome to the Astronomy Club, Mr. Huai Shi."
"Yes, I did feel it."
Russell adjusted his tie and nodded at the inspection program. "Thank you."
Then, after the door opened, he saw Yegor's sour face in the office.
It was as if he had worked overtime for half a year without a vacation, slept less than four hours a day, and had to face endless trouble … …
No, it was no longer "as if".
It should be said that it was.
Seeing the old man walk in, Yegor couldn't help but want to rub his face. "I say, can't you just follow the procedures? This manual secretary was only installed two days ago! "
"You can change it after only two days. Isn't that better?"
Russell calmly sat on Yegor's favorite recliner and even turned around. He glanced at his old friend's twitching face and said, "Some programs exist to prove that they are shit. Look at the things you guys have created. Origin substance identification, voice identification, soul identification … … What's the point of doing so many things? "
"The purpose of a program is to follow it, even if … … Okay, sometimes it's a pile of shit, but it's still better than being worse than a pile of shit."
Yegor took off his reading glasses, applied two drops of eye drops, and rubbed his numb face. "Okay, come on. Tell me, what surprise did you prepare for me? What did you guys do this time? "
"Look at you. It's as if we won't go out if we don't do something." Russell's eyes widened in surprise. "The Celestial genealogy has always maintained the safety and interests of the Present Realm. We never run amok!"
"That's right, that's right. The Utopia is law-abiding, adaptable, and innovative. As long as there's an astronomy meeting, there'll be no worries in the present world. Everyone will have a bright future, okay?"
Yegor was too lazy to argue with him. He asked directly, "What are you doing here?"
"Didn't I ask you about the situation?" Russell chuckled and asked without any shame.
"Everything is on the bulletin board. If you want to know, you can go to the bulletin board or install the Tomorrow News app … Those bastards published it half an hour before us."
"Bulletin board? Tomorrow's news? If I believe in those things, I might as well take a stroll in your lounge. To be honest, as long as there's whiskey and cigars, some members of the decision-making room will lower their guard to a terrifying degree … "
Russell shook his head unconcernedly. "You know what I want to hear, Yegor. It's not those pompous words, nor is it a victory report used to coax children. It's the real situation."
Yegor was silent for a long time and stared at him. Finally, he could not help but shake his head and spread his hands. "Can you sympathize with me, my friend? I'm a f * cking secretary-general after all, not an intelligence dealer in the black market … I have my concerns and my difficulties. You can't come to my office as if you've gone to some gay club and expect everyone to take off their underwear and be honest with each other in five minutes."
"Say something that can be said." Russell dragged a chair over and sat down. He smiled. "I don't mind."
"…"
Yegor put down his pen and took a deep breath. He tried to resist the urge to pick up the pen and stab someone in the throat.
He reached out and pointed at the two stacks of documents on the table that were almost half a meter high.
"What do you want to hear? Victory report? Bad news? It's all here, Russell. You'll know at a glance. What else do you want to hear from me? "
On his left, the victory reports were piled up like a mountain.
On his right, the bad news enjoyed the same height and treatment. There was almost no difference.
In the half a month since the start of the war, the increase of these reports had not stopped. While the two were talking, documents were constantly blown in through the vacuum pipe and piled up by the artificial retard who acted as the secretary.
Relying on the outpost of the Celestial genealogy and the expansion of the Silver Sea, a large number of ordinary people without souls were able to fight in hell. After gaining the geographical advantage, the shortage of manpower was greatly alleviated.
But with the power of the Present Realm to contend with the entire Abyss.
No matter how great the advantage was, it still did not make people optimistic.
At this moment, within the range of the entire depth of thirty meters, there were still fierce battles taking place on the battlefield. Between the border and hell, under the command of the Celestial Society, the Present Realm built a high wall, hoping that this deep tide could come to an end as soon as possible.
The success of the battle against Boxun gave the Present Realm a shot of confidence.
On the battlefield, they finally did not have to face strange forces such as the Order of Corruption and the Serenity Society. They also did not have to worry that the souls of the sacrificed would be taken away by the Abyss.
The demonic wisdom was completely dispersed by the Continuation Institute, divided and removed, and carried out harmless treatment. It was estimated that after two cycles, it would be completely finished.
At that time, the solidified souls scattered in the Abyss would no longer be able to be united by the gravity of the Abyss. Instead, they would gradually dissipate in the long flow, and finally sprinkle between the infinite depths and hell.
Broken into pieces.
And its core would be permanently preserved in the Continuation Institute's blockade.
Or gloriously become a part of it, assume the position of a research subject, and usher in countless messy experiments.
Although it was always uncomfortable because of its mysticism and overly cruel style, you could always trust the Continuation Institute in terms of isolation.
"Half-and-half. It seems that no one has gotten serious yet." Russell sighed softly. "I'm afraid the bad days are still long … The movements of the various factions are a bit big recently. It really makes an old man like me flustered."
Flustered?
Haha.
Yegor couldn't even be bothered to sneer.
Even if the various factions were powerful, they had paid a lot of blood in the battle against Boxun. Even if it was compared to the rich achievement of permanently eradicating one of the Elements of Destruction.
After all, many sacrifices were no joke.
It was also during this period that all the factions had completed their internal replacement.
Aside from the three who were nearing the end of their lifespan or were on the verge of solidification, the other sacrifices had more or less left their own legacies, or simply were reborn with the blessings of the gods, dragon veins, and all kinds of secret methods to preserve themselves.
According to the style of the Continuation Institute, being a tool for a day was a tool for a lifetime. Their style was to make the best of everything. No one knew if the Creators and Grandmasters were truly sacrificed or if they were using this as an excuse to completely turn into a secret project. However, those guys would definitely not make a losing deal.
The Egyptian factions were still shrouded in sandstorms. The Pharaoh's tomb had its own defensive zone as stable as Mount Tai, and the situation announced to the public was equivalent to no situation. Aside from the Special Envoy stationed by the Directorate of Defense to ensure the stability of the situation, nothing else was known.
But even if the sky fell, it would not be their turn to be in trouble. After all, during the battle, in order to protect Prince Seth, Egypt had actually taken out six Relics of Authoritarianism in one go. The wealth of the family was so rich that even the Directorate of Defense was shocked.
With the cultivation points earned, the Pantheon of Rome gave birth to three crowned gods in one go: Minerva, Venus, and Aphrodite … The Imperial Guard began its third expansion and recruitment, and began to participate in the disputes on the front line.
The Americans no longer concealed their actions and took out the war weapon that they had been preparing for decades — the Heart of Extinction, the Solar Ephemeris. The official report of its use had been sent to the desk of the Directorate of Defense, and many people had been arguing over it these days.
The Russian Federation's Knights of No Return was once again reorganized, and six Holy Spirits were sent down in one go. The Archangel Legion was also completely unsealed.
As for Dongxia, apart from announcing that the Chun Jun Plan had entered the second phase, they only made a few announcements about the internal member changes, but the waves that had been stirred up had not calmed down yet.
In the two announcements about the appointment and dismissal of members, the first was that the old man of the Gen Family had reappeared and awakened the Relic of Authoritarianism, the Snake Slaying Sword, as the commander of the frontline battle.
Fu Canguang had officially retired, and the temporary replacement of the Qilin's position and the coordination and management of the defense area was a rank 5 crowned god that no one knew.
None of the information was known, and the only thing that was revealed was his code name.
[Chaos].
Suddenly, without any warning, a peerless powerhouse jumped out from a crack in the rock.
This was f * cking ridiculous.
The continuous actions broke the situation that had been in place for a long time. For a moment, no one could predict the trend and direction of the future, and no one dared to act rashly.
"You've pretty much heard everything that you wanted to hear." Yegor paused for a moment and asked meaningfully, "Next, you should say something that I want to hear, right?"
"Wow, your Directorate of Defense is so big, and it's the new year. Why are you arguing with a child like Huai Shi?" Russell was stunned. "Look, he's already advanced. Do you think he'll spit out the Correction Points for you?"
"This kind of thing isn't over just by putting it in your pocket. There has to be an explanation."
Yegor's expression was solemn. "Besides, even with the size of the Directorate of Defense, the Correction Points are precious war resources."
Although the Directorate of Defense had accumulated an unknown amount of Correction Points through the maintenance and integration of the Present Realm in the past seventy years, the true number of reserves was still the most confidential of secrets.
Besides, with a large reserve, the expenditure was also large.
There were so many gaps every day when they opened their eyes. Even if they were to move around and tear down the east wall to repair the west wall, how long could it last? The gap would only get bigger.
The battle against Boxun a while ago could be considered as filling a huge gap in demand. Not only did it expand the range of the Silver Ocean, it also greatly strengthened the stability of the Present Realm's defense line.
And to this day, it was still creating a steady stream of Correction Points to supply the consumption of the war.
If it weren't for the fact that the strategy really didn't allow for rash advances, Yegor would have already wanted to usurp the Continuation Academy and kill another … It would be best if he could kill the rancher. Everyone could live a few fat years, and everyone could drive a Bentley and receive another fifty months' salary. Wouldn't that be perfect?
Unfortunately, the ideal was plentiful, but the reality was too harsh.
Therefore, Yegor could only think of another way.
Now, he glared at Russell with red eyes, and thousands of words only wanted to condense into one sentence.
— Motherf * cker, refund!
And Russell began to talk about it left and right.
It was impossible to pay for the money. The landlord didn't have any surplus food, so how could he expect him, a long-term worker, to contribute?
He thought about it.
The wool comes from the sheep's back.
If he wanted to solve this problem, he could only use the tool Huai Shi to take the blame.
"Speaking of which …"
He rolled his eyes and suddenly asked, "Recently, the Continuation Academy seems to be doing something new?"
"…"
Yegor's expression twitched.
"You see, the child doesn't have a job. He eats and uses the things at home all day long. Idling around isn't a solution. If you ask him to pay back the money, what can he come up with? In the end, he still needs a job, right? "
Russell held his chin and smiled.
"Why don't you arrange it?"
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