Han Li walked out of the base hospital with a cold face.
She held a report in her hand.
A psychological and spiritual safety assessment report.
Every single one of them was excellent.
The evaluators thought that this was simply a miracle.
They wished they could keep her in the hospital and observe her day and night.
This was because almost all Demon Hunters had different degrees of psychological and spiritual problems.
But Han Li knew that this was an illusion.
The ravings in her ears were getting stronger and stronger.
In her eyes, the world gradually became a little different.
Sometimes, in a trance, she could even see some strange and dazzling things.
"If this goes on..." Han Li sighed softly, "I will go crazy!"
But she had no other choice.
She could only go down the dark path.
… …
Y'lisabet strode down the stairs.
Pairs of scarlet eyes lit up one after another.
She ignored them and continued to walk forward.
Thus, countless monsters leaped out of the darkness.
"They are just some living corpses that only rely on their instincts to survive..." Her body instantly turned into steel. The steam turbine rolled and pumped in flesh and blood. "Are they worthy of being an obstacle to me building the altar of steel?"
Her arms turned into two huge saw blades.
In the surging power provided by the steam turbine, the saw blades rotated wildly.
The quantum core that was integrated with the brain accurately located and calculated the position and speed of each living corpse.
One blade for one living corpse.
The huge underground cave instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.
A slaughterhouse of steel.
Five minutes later, Y'lisabet stepped on the body of the last living corpse and walked to the bottom of the cave, in front of a rusty steel door.
On the door, the bald eagle emblem was covered in flesh and blood.
And behind her, hundreds of living corpses were all minced meat.
These were just monsters transformed from humans who had been distorted by the aura of the Diablos.
Their single combat ability was even inferior to ordinary people.
They were currently the most numerous monsters in the world.
They were also the favorite cannon fodder of the Diablos.
In front of steel, they were only worthy of being minced meat!
Walking to the steel door, Y'lisabet looked back at the pieces of minced meat that were still wriggling and crawling unconsciously despite being cut into minced meat.
She shook her head.
The steam turbine continued to turn, pumping in flesh and blood. Blazing flames spurted out from her hands.
All the minced meat was incinerated.
Then, she turned around, pressed the bald eagle emblem on the steel gate, and twisted it gently.
A keyboard popped up.
An electronic female voice came from a loudspeaker. "This is the United States of America's Federal Army's A130 Combat Materiel Reserve …"
"Please verify your identity and provide authorization documents!"
Elizabeth laughed when she heard the voice.
This was exactly what she was looking for.
It was a place with a large amount of alloy steel and countless machines.
All the requirements for a perfect Steel Altar were here.
… …
At noon, the glasses that Ling Ping'an ordered arrived.
Holding an item worth 29.90 yuan in his hand, it felt okay.
After putting it on his eyes, Ling Ping'an finally felt comfortable.
It was a habit he had maintained for seven or eight years, and it had long since become a familiar instinct of his body. It was really uncomfortable not wearing it for a while.
Now, there was another eye in the eye socket.
This made him feel very comfortable.
To celebrate the arrival of the glasses, Ling Ping'an decided to update a chapter of the novel.
It just so happened that he had some inspiration, so he started typing.
After writing one chapter, it was exactly two thousand words.
Not one more, not one less.
This was a habit and instinct cultivated from writing online for many years.
After checking it, Ling Ping'an clicked upload.
Then, he waited patiently.
While waiting, he habitually turned on the television, which happened to be playing the noon news.
"The foot-and-mouth disease in the Beizhou Kingdom continues to spread..." On the television screen, the announcer's expression seemed to be a little serious. "According to the Beizhou Kingdom's Minister of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry, Grand Secretary Chen Cong, as of 11: 00 p.m. local time in the Beizhou Xin'an Prefecture, a total of 325 pastures and farms in the Beizhou Kingdom have reported the foot-and-mouth disease... It has affected all areas in the central and western parts of the Beizhou Kingdom..."
"The Beizhou Prime Minister, Zhou Qingxuan, has urgently submitted a motion, requesting the approval of the Beizhou Council of Ministers. The Beizhou Kingdom has entered a state of emergency and submitted an application to the central government to mobilize the biochemical and epidemic prevention forces of the Beizhou Kingdom Garrison Command!"
Looking at the news, Ling Ping'an curled his lips. "It seems that this Beizhou Cabinet has come to an end!"
This year was an election year. Not only would the Federal Council of Ministers be reelected.
The governors of the various kingdoms and the federal mainland, the special administrative regions, and the ministers of the autonomous regions would also be reelected.
At the same time, the federal central cabinet and the cabinets of the other four kingdoms outside the Xisong Kingdom would be reelected.
In the election year, any problem would be magnified infinitely.
However, the collapse of the Beizhou Cabinet had no effect on Ling Ping'an.
He only cared about one question: How would the federal central government deal with this matter?
Could they still guarantee a stable supply of beef that cost 60 yuan a kilogram?
As expected, the news quickly gave the answer: Zhang Shao, the spokesman for the Federal Cabinet Affairs, said at the Federal Cabinet press conference this morning that the federal central government would take all measures to stabilize the price of beef and ensure that there would be no problems with the supply of beef to the people of the federal mainland. The central government would ensure that the price of the four grades of beef were stable! This was the solemn promise of this cabinet to the people of the federal and His Majesty the Emperor!
Seeing this, Ling Ping'an was relieved.
The Federal Empire paid attention to keeping their promises.
The cabinet spokesman had already said that they had to ensure the stability of the supply and price of beef, so even if the federal central government pawned their pants, they would not break their promise.
Especially since this year was an election year.
If the cabinet dared to break their promise, the people in the swing area would vote with their feet and elect the Datong Party.
So...
60 yuan a kilogram of beef, he could continue to eat without worry.
Thinking of beef, Ling Ping'an picked up his phone and ordered a portion of Fusang Teppanyaki.
Then, he turned off the television and looked at the computer expectantly.
He opened the author's platform and entered the management of this chapter.
"There are actually five chapters!" Ling Ping'an looked at the comments displayed and his confidence increased, "As expected, I am the king of novels chosen by the heavens!"
"The sixth after the Five White of the Central Plains!"
One had to know that in the past, the number of chapters in his novels within half an hour of each chapter was basically hovering between zero and three.
Today, there were actually five!
The increase was astonishing!
It was terrifying!
He even had the urge to stop playing games today and write another chapter.
Opening the platform of this chapter, Ling Ping'an looked over happily.
The first person said: Sofa!
The second person said: Floor!
The third person replied to the two above: Are you robots? Why do I see your sofa and floor every time?
The first person replied: Hehe.
The second person said: Hehe.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and laughed foolishly, "Hehe... Hehe..."
"No matter what, I'm a man with five chapters!"
He swiped open his phone and took a photo of the screen. Then, he opened Penguin and entered an author's group.
He was about to send the photo he had just taken to the author's group to show off.
He saw a guy with the ID Qi Pei Jia chatting with someone.
Qi Pei Jia: Silly book friends are so happy.
Pictures, pictures, pictures.
Ling Ping'an looked at the book friends' comments on the picture sent by the other party.
He silently closed the author's group.
The beautiful dream of the Sixth White of the Central Plains ended before it even began.
Since his interest was thwarted, he could only make up for it with his hobby.
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