Chapter 288
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At eight o 'clock in the morning, Zhang Jue had just finished washing up when he heard the news of Robert Bumaro's death. He didn't rush to pay his respects, nor did he ask how to deal with the funeral, because Robert Bumaro must have already made arrangements for these things.
In fact, since Robert Bumaro returned with serious injuries, everyone in the Church of the Broken God was mentally prepared for this result.
But when it came down to it, most people couldn't hide the sadness in their hearts and cried.
The whole city was filled with sorrow.
After the simple memorial ceremony was completed, Robert Bumaro's body was thrown into the sea — in fact, from the moment he died, his body had already become a pile of broken parts.
In the evening, the Church of the Broken God held a general meeting. All the church members in Gear City participated and confirmed Zhang Jue as the next leader of the Church of the Broken God.
This was arranged by Robert Bumaro long ago, so there were no problems.
The funeral arrangements were completed and everything was back on track.
Zhang Jue held several meetings and confirmed the next course of action of the Church of the Broken God with a group of senior leaders.
— Low-key, low-key, low-key.
After Bumaro's death, the Church of the Broken God would be leaderless, and the Foundation and GOC would definitely take the opportunity to cause trouble.
With Zhang Jue in the middle, the process might not be so intense, but the premise was that the Church of the Broken God didn't court death.
Therefore, Zhang Jue's strategy was to build high walls, accumulate food, and slowly become the hegemon.
Silently make a fortune.
According to Zhang Jue's idea, the Church of the Broken God was best at mechanical products, so while recuperating, they could develop and strengthen this area.
Only when their own strength was strong, they wouldn't be bullied by others.
Whether it was planes, tanks, nuclear bombs, aircraft carriers, they would build everything they could.
The mechanical army might not be useful in the face of high-dimensional creatures, but it was enough to deal with ordinary situations.
As for ghosts and gods, he would personally deal with them.
Listening to Zhang Jue's speech, everyone felt that this was indeed a feasible plan.
But there was a problem that couldn't be solved.
A staff officer raised his hand and said, "Leader, your idea is very good, but … how do we solve the problem of resources?"
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Zhang Jue paused for a moment before he realized that he had missed this important question.
The Church of the God of Broken was good at manipulating machinery, but they couldn't produce ores out of thin air.
Even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice.
He had a mechanical army and an aircraft carrier, so who knew how much manpower and resources he would have to expend?
The Church of the God of Broken didn't have any barriers in terms of technology, but they had to consume everything they needed.
Zhang Jue thought for a while and smiled again.
"Just follow the plan and design the blueprint. You don't have to worry about the resources. I'll take care of it."
His smile was wretched, and no one knew what kind of bad idea he was thinking of.
In this way, Zhang Jue stayed in Gear City for three days.
In these three days, some people in the Church of the Broken God had changed their impression of him.
The most obvious one was Roberto Bumaro's former secretary, Fossa.
Bumaro was a serious and upright person. He was quite dignified and had the demeanor of a leader.
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