Chapter 208: The Characteristics of the Romance of the Scheming Bug (Chinese subtitles in the text)
@Fate: [Yeah. I lost my temper at that time.
Not only did he lose his composure, he also lost the sense of propriety and dignity of his current status, degenerating into a vulgar and rude person.
What is the difference between my words and the worm that spied on Monesa?
I went even further than them, thinking I could tie Monesha's hands with a 50-year contract.
Here, civilization flourishes, and the academic atmosphere is strong. Everything is just as I imagined in my childhood. District 13 is the heyday of the technological era, and I am the swordsman of this precious land.
I succeeded in creating the dream, and I also held Monetha by my side. Do you understand? Everything went too smoothly, and the desires that had been suppressed for many years immediately filled my heart.
I wanted to reestablish my past relationship with Monesa in a more respectable manner, talking to him lightly and seriously at times, casually performing the kind of courtship that is common in upper-class society to prove that I am now qualified enough.
It doesn't matter if I don't get the performance style right right now. I have 50 years to continue adjusting my interaction with Monesa. I have the patience and confidence to polish out a new mask that Monesa will like.
I want him to recognize me for who I am now, the glamorous, class-correct Bayliss Rowe.
I always feel that there is enough time, and there is still a lot of time.]
[The authorization contract is slightly adjusted to become a marriage contract? Good idea, it can be used as a reference. 】
[What about the account number in front? Science City is full of female insects. Are you negotiating a marriage contract with a female insect? ]
[Hefeis, don't be so good at copying. Just refresh the page and you will see the rough draft of the application for the special school district? ? ]
【Times are like the tide that never ceases to surge. Eternal pause is like a stone in the waves, which will only be sharpened... Forget it, I don't want to waste time talking official language with you illiterate people. In short: if you want to apply for your school district, then apply. If you can't sign a marriage contract with you, signing a cooperation contract is also a way out. Synchronizing your comings and goings is equivalent to dating every day. We are much more considerate than you, the group of legion bugs who leave you alone.】
【？ 】
[Isn't this a way to express needs quickly and clearly in the Alliance's common language? Using long and difficult sentences in negotiations and meetings is definitely intentional! ]
[There is something wrong with the cultural education of your scientific school! 】
@Fit:
[…
But, with just one dance, Monesa made me realize that the plan was out of control and I was in a state of confusion.
I reached the top with light and glory, but Monesa's temporary tolerance and mercy were filled with the shadow of the past that I tried every means to erase.
What's so good about that old shadow? It's made of gloomy and impotent mud, and the fires of various desires have burned it into twisted and weird shapes. It's placed next to Monesa, making all the insects feel inappropriate and inappropriate.
I don't like old movies of the past.
On impulse, I told Monesha a suggestion that he would absolutely hate, the academic linkage scandal.
My subconscious reaction was vulgar and rotten. I scraped off my most valuable asset, my reputation, and entangled Monesa in the filthy lake. Other insects sensed our madness, and the respectable families would not get too close to us out of concern.
I no longer like the old images of the past, but when I am in a hurry, the bad habits that I once tried so hard to hide naturally emerge, and no matter how many layers of etiquette and new masks are applied, they cannot be blocked.
Monesha looked at me for a while, longer than he looked at Berlin.
He said, "You are drunk, don't say such things. The chief who manages the Eye of Sibyl should not say such things."
I could hear Monesha's subtitles.
I have come a long way, from humble beginnings to the top. I completely changed my ID, fabricated all kinds of verifiable false experiences, and erased the bad stains brought by my birth. If I had not taken the initiative to say at the enrollment banquet that I had a past relationship with the Ross family, Prometheus would not have known even a corner of my true past.
He reminded me to stop tarnishing the glorious crown that I was so proud of with sexual scandals.
As the manager of the Sybil project, my conduct and diplomatic management were closely watched by my peers, who were always waiting for me to make a mistake so that they could find a reason to take the project management rights away from me.
But I still want to try again, to persevere a little longer.
I said, "Isn't the weight of the chief position just right? Most of the researchers in District 13 come from remote star regions. The old-school clans think that researchers from remote star regions are not worth mentioning. They even look down on Wade Solo. They wanted to buy Sibyl's initial code with one million gold rupees. In the entire District 13, only I am as important as the old-school clans."
I raised my glass and clinked it with his champagne glass. I said, "Make good use of the resources at hand. You taught me that before."
Monessa's expression remained calm, unmoved by my words. He stared at me quietly, took a sip of champagne, and suddenly said.
"A thousand times. 0000******"
I immediately stopped laughing.
…
call.
This is a deprecated signal.
This communication number is the first private Internet account I own, and the original owner is Monesa.
I used to be a servant of the Ross family, but my status was lower than that of a servant. I was a bought slave and had no property of my own.
After Monesha included me in his circle of protection, he used his own identity ID to register a new Star Network account for me, giving me the opportunity to access the infinite and wonderful virtual world.
Later, when I left the Ross family, I destroyed all file records and cancelled all communication numbers, including 0000, which I had used for a long time.
The original owner of 0000 is Monesha, who can reactivate the account.
I didn't think he would activate that account.
I looked into his eyes, forgetting my breath and the draft of the speech I had prepared.
"You traveled from the military factory all the way to Prometheus, and every day and night when you achieved a small success, you would send a voice message to this closed StarNet account," Monesha said.
“I sent a thousand messages in total.”
…
Hmm? Haha, what's wrong with my previous answer?
I said that I didn't have any memories of the Ross family, not that I didn't miss Monesha. (Author's note: You once said that you only had a few memories of the Ross family in the past 30 years)]
【……】
[Hehe, who hasn’t been fooled by the Capital Alliance’s contract text trap, hehehehe]
@Fite: […
The road to study was not easy at first. Prometheus's review was very strict, and I used many tricks.
…
…
…
…. Every time I overcome a difficulty on this journey, I will send a voice message to the 0000 account.
The desire to win and show off is one of the most difficult desires to conceal in the world. Who can resist it?
I have successfully climbed over mountains by various dishonest means, defeating the strong with the weak, defeating rejection with cunning, dissolving arrogance with persistence, and using the small to defeat the big, which is even more of a show-off.
At that time, in order to fabricate a legal and safe white-backed citizen identity, I didn't have any friends or brothers who were familiar enough to talk to, and sharing anonymously on the Internet would only attract unnecessary attention. After choosing and choosing, the only option I could vent my anger to was the already cancelled 0000 account.
Deactivated accounts can open the chat box, and messages sent will be marked with a red icon indicating that they cannot be sent.
The thousand messages were marked with red labels and neatly arranged in the conversation box with the young master.
More than half of the ecstasy, joy, failure, anger, indomitable spirit, and vicious words cursing the system in my life are like the surface of a river thawed in spring, the river water mixed with clean spring snow and winter silt, flowing dryly and uncleanly into an account that has been cancelled and will never receive a response again.
It was easy for Monesa to adjust the initial status of an account without displaying it. I didn't think that Monesa would reactivate the account and watch it quietly for so long.
Hmm? What if I knew that Monesa would look at old accounts? Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a hypothesis.
Mo Nesha looked down at the champagne and asked me, "Are you willing to give it up? A thousand victories and sorrows."
He raised his champagne glass and gently touched mine back.
The sound of the cup was like the sound of a gun at a racetrack, and my heart suddenly accelerated violently. It beat loudly, fast and hot, hitting my ribs again and again, anxiously and frantically, banging, banging, trying to jump out and jump into Monesha's palm.
I wanted to say something, but in the end, the words that came out of my mouth were Monesa's words.
"I'm drunk."
Monesha looked at me and I looked at him.
I had just spoken to him about business a few minutes before, but I still insisted. "I'm drunk and my mind is not clear,"
"You can do anything to me right now," I said. "I'll take care of the consequences."
Monesha repeated, "Anything?"
That moment was magical, the word "anything" turned into a kiss, I gently bit the word from his lips, held it in my mouth, swallowed it, and it became what I wanted to say, what I was willing to say.
"Anything, including the whip, which you are so good at."
Monet took a sip of the champagne from his glass and sneered, "Forget it, you coward."
He turned and left the balcony, and did not continue to attend the banquet, but just left.]
【？ 】
[Anything has a whip added to the end... Damn, he's making dirty jokes! ? ] [Applying for entertainment through a one-way glass? ? ] [How dare you kid like that? ? ? He's so brave that he wants to open a ** directly! ! ]
[I now seriously suspect that there is a problem with the file submitted by the real Belis Rowe. I suggest that it be made public. If Belis Rowe has no problem, then it is Fate who has a problem! Fate must expand and write 5,000 words to describe the balcony one-way glass behavior to prove his innocence! ]
What happened to them in the past?
@Fite: […
After that night's party, we both got busy again and didn't see each other much.
I didn't find time to run into Monesa again.
My ability to speak and calculate, which I knew how to do at my fingertips, suddenly failed. Of course, it wasn't at work that I failed. At work, I assigned a lot of new docking projects and debugging work to the Berlin department.
This kind of work is not difficult, but it is tedious and heavy, and requires full attention.
Since Belin wants to work for the Eye of Sibyl so much, please work hard instead of wasting time in the restaurant in the rest area all day and harassing Monesa.
But when Monesha became the protagonist of the scheme, all the plans were overturned one by one before they were even formed.
I thought at the time that I had to readjust my plan for dealing with Monesha, and perhaps I could use the fact that he had quietly watched me on my study journey to gain some sympathy and gain advantage by taking advantage of it.
Finally, I coaxed him to look at me again and not look away for a long time.
Plans popped up in my mind one after another, and were rejected by me one after another.
A plan was too calculating and involved deception. Friendship gained through deception is just like the moon in the water. With a little external force, the restored friendship will fall apart.
If a plan is not well thought out, it will seem meaningless and I will seem stupid. I am just standing there and betting on chance encounters, and my time will be wasted.
Well, there are actually more efficient methods.
For example, something unexpected happens.
The accident has to be big enough to catch Monesha off guard, causing his brain to crash, his close guards to die, and him to be on the verge of despair again. By then, whether he wants to or not, he will subconsciously approach me.
I seized the opportunity and used the right method to cancel the thousand messages in my account. The tragedy and mental breakdown would push him to look at me, only at me.
Yes, that's right. I am such a bug. I took the initiative to seduce Monesha, and Monesha persuaded me for those thousand days and nights. I was very moved and surprised. At that moment, at that second, I was willing to be punished by Monesha with a whip and a knife in court and become his trophy.
However, this did not prevent me from taking advantage of the tender emotions he revealed to me at that moment and coming up with plans to take advantage of them.
What do you think? (Author's note: Is the excitement shown in the balcony also a form of performance?)
My goal was clear at that time. I wanted him to only look at the new me, not the wolfish shadow of the old me. I did everything.
Fake. (Author's note: You agreed to let me choose my marriage partner in the 13 districts)
Monesa and I have known each other for half a century. We accompanied each other in childhood, knew each other in youth, and met again in middle age. No matter how obscure the relationship between us is, the silence is as thick as a wall.
The young worm sent by the Behring family was only 18 years old at the time. If Monesha and I had married in our early prime, our youngest son would have been older than him, and he would have had no chance to interfere in Monesha's world.
Monesha is old-fashioned in morals. He would not look at a young insect young enough to be his child from a sexual perspective. Although Monesha also has the face of an early puberty, his age and heart are from the same generation as mine.
I wouldn't deliberately harm Beilin and do something bad to an 18-year-old youth? Haha, I like to use tactics and rhetoric to squeeze out my colleagues in other districts, and I also like to speak freely to Monetsha, but this doesn't mean that I really have moral deficiencies.
But even so, when Monesha and Belin were dancing, I couldn't take my eyes off them.
I have told many lies in my life. All the words I wished Monesa happiness were mixed with lies. If a young insect with no chance approached Monesa, I would immediately check her background and past. Would I watch Monesa choose another female insect to marry under my nose? Haha. ]
【? 】【Redefine the standard of moral deficiency. 】
[You are such a jerk!! You are such a jerk!! Lord Monetsha's sympathy, mercy and tolerance for you are not your weakness for continued attack! Damn! You capital worms don't tell the truth!! You deserve it! You are ignored by the cat, you jerk! 】
[…]
[To be fair, the Capital Alliance is indeed the star region that has done the best job in protecting minors, and it is also the star region with the most complete welfare system for minors.
The orphans of the interstellar army are living well in the capital alliance area. They can have a separate intelligent ring in the relief institute and enjoy free knowledge popularization. The West District is no match for them. The West District still maintains the atmosphere of the old blood of the moth species. It is feudal to death. The children born in the family are brainwashed with the temple's set, and they dedicate their souls, lives, and free will to you. Not to mention the North District, there are many wastelands, and most of the planets are extreme climate stars. The whole area is martial, and the legion insects are more powerful. The small insects are trained as military females, and the military females are directly used as machines. 】
[You're starting to criticize me again, right? ]
[Anchor, haven't you had enough lawyer's letters? ] [How disgusting. ]
[I now believe that Fate must have come from the Capital Alliance. The Capital Alliance Zerg have some bad habits that cannot be hidden.]
[Hiss, Fate is a member of the Capital Alliance Zerg Clan? Another rumor has come true. I give up. There aren't many false rumors left for Fate. Take it easy, brother!]
[It doesn't matter whether the other things are true or not, can the anchor confirm that there is really a senior gentleman who supports a group of people offline? No other meaning, just asking. ]
@Fit: [Well, please don't be nervous, and please hang up the alarm communication on the screen.
Every efficient plan I had devised that involved some deception didn't work.
A plan has a beginning, a process, options considered, an outcome achieved and the impact of the outcome.
Every plan I make stops at the last step and the results are affected.
Why did Monet come to Prometheus? The Ross family fell, and he lost everything overnight. His past pride and casualness were hidden by Monet.
When he was working in the project area, he was very silent and kept to himself. Sometimes I looked at Monesha from a distance and could not tell the difference between him and those busy researchers who were working with their heads down.
When the Ross family fell, half of his soul and happiness also fell with them.
I don't want to kill him again.
I don't want him to die again.
…
So later, until the Behring system's technology project was officially launched to connect with the Eye of Sibyl, I did not contact Monesa.
I would rather let Monesha think that I had embarrassed myself by canceling my account, so I avoided any chance encounters and did not go to see him.
Huh? Why?
Um.
First of all, I have some morals, but not much. (Laughs)
【0.5 morality. 】
[Monessa took the initiative to mention that he had listened to my efforts for many years. Maybe he just wanted to remind me not to go crazy, but by doing so, he did reveal his concern for me.
He's been watching, for years, and he knows a thousand of my declarations of victory and failure, and that alone is enough to make me act impulsively again.
If I saw him more than once in a short period of time, I would not be able to resist implementing high-impact plans to advance the relationship.
I filled my schedule with work and planned to calm down for a while to let the boiling evil thoughts in my heart cool down, but Beilin worked overtime to give me a reason why I had to meet Monesha.
A week after Belin's project department connected medical data to the Sybil's Eye, it naturally applied to expand the Sybil's Eye experimental area.
Yes, that's right. In the early stages of the project, the Eye of Sibyl's experimental area had only one moderately habitable star zone, and the Eye of Sibyl would only calculate the tidal coordinates of the aliens within the experimental area.
Expansion is not easy. The Eye of Sibyl is a very sophisticated super AI, and its mainframe factory occupies a large island in Zone 13.
If you want to expand the area, you must make a part of the same host and hardware and take them out, place them in the main city of the science planet in the new experimental area, and then connect them to the network.
At the same time, many project departments working for the Eye of Sibyl must also dispatch some of their employees to accompany the team to the new experimental area for engineering maintenance.
This is what Berling aimed at.
They wanted to assign a team member from the mine project department where Monesha worked. Monesha's name was on the second page of the application form they submitted.
I would not agree to this, and I rejected Berlin's expansion plan on the day of the meeting.
No matter how the Berling faction coordinated with the Coalition on the deployment of researchers, the Coalition Council called District 13 many times, but I did not agree.
The rebuttal is also very simple. Monesa Ross is the only researcher at the headquarters who can handle the coordination between Ross technology and the Eye of Sibyl. Let him go? Am I crazy?
The Berlin department did not give in easily. When they saw that I would not approve the number of researchers accompanying the team, they immediately insisted on promoting the new experimental area first.
I know what this group of old guard wants to do. As long as they successfully expand the new experimental area, the Eye of Sibyl extension will be installed, and the networked radar detection will rewrite the predicted coordinates. Once the new coordinates are wrong, Monesha Ross, the real promoter of the radar project, must go to the new experimental area to debug the Eye of Sibyl extension.
The expansion plan is a major project that District 13 has already included in its proposal. The sooner the Eye of Sibyl establishes branch networks in other star regions, the damage to the Beast Tide can be reduced.
There is no way I can deny the expansion plan.
But I still rejected Belling's plan to expand the area first.
I thought it was a bit early to open a new experimental area. The Medical Formula Project Team had only been connected with the Eye of Sybil for less than a week, and they wanted to expand the area?
Funny, the pilot experiment cycle is not even a quarter over, and you want to expand the area? Haha, you want to go.
I rejected the Berlin Group's proposal and refused to pass it. Then they went to the parliament to coordinate, but I stopped answering the parliament's calls.
Hmm? Thank you for your concern. Haha, I certainly won't be harassed by the Union Parliament because of this little dispute.
Do you remember? I said that my 13th district recruited students and actively responded to the decree of the Union to reform all institutions. It also completed the complete formula of the Eye of Sibyl. The Union will never let down the talented Zerg.
I will be the leader of whatever kind of school the Union wants as a pioneer.
Haha, otherwise why would Belin be willing to spend so much money to enter District 13? Is it because their family has too much technology?
I am just a bug and I can refuse any cooperation from them without reason, so they want to enter the game with real skills that will make me hesitate.]
【It’s pretty good. 】
[A scientific planet where scientific achievements are not stolen? ...Wow, this is so unreal.]
[The contrast is strong. The real Hephis City is the private territory of the scientific research insect tribe. It is hard to imagine that an ordinary citizen without family support can fight to the status of Belis in the story. ]
[If there really was a code for the Eye of Sibyl in reality, it would have been taken away by the great director Meimei on the first day it was written. Fate has embellished it a lot, and the old-school family in the story is actually willing to pay for the original code for the Eye of Sibyl.]
@Fit: [……
My repeated rejections made the Belin group unhappy, and they requested a general meeting to make a decision. In the first few times, I wanted to see the Belin group have fun, so I nodded and agreed to convene a general meeting for the whole group to discuss the matter.]
[Is it okay to write like this? Wouldn't the real Bayliss Rowe be in trouble with Berlin?]
【Come on, Capital Alliance vs Capital Alliance, if you like it, fight more.】
[The host has already molded the image of Behring as plasticine, and is he still worried about this? Characters with real names will definitely be paid long-term attention by the host. Have you ever heard of the insect protection plan? If Behring dares to cause trouble for the real Bayliss, the host Fate will severely criticize Behring's character in the next second. Believe in the host, if he wants to do this, few insects can resist. The military doctors of the Wasp Department are still checked in insect bags. ]
[I said you Legion Zerg...]
[I say you guys are a bunch of gay pioneers...]
@Fit: [……
At every meeting, the young and silent Donus Behring sat in the position of project manager as a decoration, and Behring's researchers stood behind him and logically explained the benefits of early expansion one by one.
Also silent was Monesha from the radar project team.
The more the Beilin group speaks out, the more Monesha will dislike their behavior, and it is only natural for her to avoid their private overtures.
Unfortunately, the Berlin team quickly figured out Monesha's temper. He didn't like people who kept talking about perfect plans.
A complete plan means investing a lot of energy and thinking, and no one would like to be with someone who is too thoughtful.
Of course, I am an exception. Monesa and I have known each other for a long time. I have a lot on my mind, but he can see through it at a glance. He has no wall in his heart.
The Berlin group soon stopped applying to hold the conference.
What a shame, I would have liked to see them moving aggressively in the wrong direction a few more times.]
【I copied the homework! 】
[A genius conversion algorithm? Lord Monetsha understands you, so you are not a thoughtful person? Don't flatter yourself. ]
[Is this the story of the protagonist of the Capital Alliance Zerg Tribe? ]
【What nonsense! 】
@Fit: [……
Afterwards, the one-month project docking experiment period between the Medical Engineering Department and Sybil's Eye ended.
In the first week of the recalculation of the Eye of Sibyl, the Belin Group once again brought up the issue of expansion.
This time I didn't continue to suppress it.
The Eye of Sybil being able to be put into use quickly after it is officially operational is the result that the entire Prometheus team and the Unity, including me, want to see.
The expansion plan was implemented smoothly.
Eye of Sybil sub-areas were gradually built in other experimental areas.
On the night of October 11, the day after its completion, the Eye of Sibyl wrote down the predicted coordinates of the new experimental area.
Yes, there were three predicted coordinates in the tragedy on October 12, two of which were successfully verified, and one was proven to be wrong because the parameters were temporarily modified.
It was because the Eye of Sibyl had written the correct coordinates before, that when He wrote the wrong coordinates on October 12, all the Zerg except Monesa believed it.
Well, I believe it too.]
The lively and noisy comment section suddenly began to clear out.
The new text seemed to hint that some kind of controversy was about to arise, and even the most emotionally heated audience members subconsciously stopped tapping the virtual keyboards.
@Fit: [……
The situation was very complicated at the time, and the Sybil's Eye division first wrote out two new predicted coordinates.
23h12m35s, 90°77'70.10 - Medium Beast Tide on 11 October.
23h55m10s, 10°99'10.10 - Medium Beast Tide on October 11.]
The comment section exploded instantly: [23 o'clock? ? ? ]
【It will explode tonight???】
[What the hell? Which star region or time zone is this time based on!? ]
[I’m following the North Pole time zone!! I must be following the host’s time zone! 】
[North... Two explosions will occur in 30 minutes? ? ]
At this moment, all forces under the Star Network instantly started up quickly like a started machine.
The city of Hephis, which had just claimed half an hour ago that the anchor Fate was just lucky by chance, did not hesitate. They quickly searched the coordinates in the text, determined the selected area, and searched for the most recent record of the monster tidal outbreak in the star region.
However, the various offline forces are confused!
The capital of the alliance, the city of Hephaestus.
"The first coordinate is located at a customs star district in the eastern part of the East District bordering the West District! That customs district is one of the important military waterways between the two districts."
Employees from the data department quickly projected the data onto the conference screen.
The data clearly showed that a small monster tide broke out at the coordinates of the first story two days ago, and the high-ranking military corps stationed on patrol nearby quickly cleaned it up.
The location of the second story coordinate exploded even earlier! Just 23 hours ago, the Third Legion had just cleared the Star Sea battlefield, and the level of the monster tide outbreak was also small.
"This location had a tidal explosion two days ago."
The second deputy in Tech Zone 1 frowned and said, "Could it be that Fate is reusing coordinates that have already been bombed to support the prophecy myth? Otherwise, why would he tamper with the level of the tidal record?"
The chief deputy of another district also frowned: "Is it possible that this location will be bombed again?"
Another chief deputy said firmly: "It is impossible. Only Lord Beasts can set off a tide of alien beasts. Lord Beasts are directly controlled by Mastermind Beasts. Mastermind Beasts have a certain degree of intelligence. They were repelled by the Legion at the first coordinate just two days ago. There is no way they can charge that coordinate again. There are high-level Legion affiliates guarding there. If they come back, more people will die!"
"Fate repeatedly used the alien tide records to exaggerate the tide level to consolidate the power of the prophecy." The chief deputy of Technology Zone 1, who was sitting in the main seat of the conference room, concluded, "Let's report this to the chiefs. Their planetary ship has entered the black hole channel and can only receive simple communications. For now..."
"Something's happening!!"
The person in charge of the external relations department, Chong, hurried in with a work tablet in his hand. His expression was solemn: "There are no high-level military corps stationed in the two newly exploded coordinate areas!"
"The high-ranking military corps stationed nearby had received a request for assistance from a branch corps in other star regions earlier, and set out to rescue the brother corps three hours ago!"
"Right now, only the base's armed forces are protecting the customs route in the story coordinate star zone, and all the top combat forces have gone out."
The external relations staff tried to remain calm and said, "Right now, the two story coordinate star regions only have basic armed defenses, and the medium-sized alien tides are enough to destroy the important military transport routes in the star region."
The meeting room suddenly fell silent.
"Please hold the report and wait and see." The deputy researcher of the chief of Area 1 took a deep breath. "If the alien tide explodes twice at the same coordinates in a short period of time, and the tidal level of the second explosion is higher..."
"The Lord Beasts are studying the Zerg's combat habits and preparing to try a new assault method." The First Legion's chief said expressionlessly.
The North Pole's Far East Region, virtual online conference room.
"The shipping routes between the two coordinate areas cannot be cut off. Once they are cut off, not only will the supply of materials be affected, but the support time of the high-level corps that are watching over each other in the two areas will also be extended." The head of the First Corps stopped the meeting and quickly issued an order, "Third Corps, you have a branch corps on the edge of Dongtiangong. Send an order to transfer half of the corps to provide support."
"Seventh Army, your main base is near the second coordinate point, and you must defend it." said the commander-in-chief of the First Army.
Commander-in-Chief of the Seventh Army: ...
"Boss, that's just a live story?" The Seventh Army Chief was a staunch materialist! He thought it was outrageous!
"Got it. I'll arrange it right away." The female soldier sitting at the meeting place of the Third Army responded.
The commander of the Seventh Army turned around and said, "Hey! Russell!!"
Monty Russell, the head of the Third Army, who was working overtime for the chief, smiled loyally, "Sir, questioning the highest military order is a violation of the military code."
Other army chiefs: ……
Just pretend, you bastard who got married quickly after taking advantage of Fit's lucky tournament!
The virtual conference room was silent for a few seconds, and then: "Don't be ridiculous!" "Are you wasting military force at this time?" "That place has already been bombed once!"
"The lord beasts have a certain degree of intelligence. They will record the areas where their companions died and will not appear in those areas in the short term!"
"There has never been a record of two consecutive attacks in such a short period of time in the history of warfare!"
The First Army Chief: "Stop."
The online virtual conference room was muted in one second.
"It would be best if those two coordinates are safe in 30 minutes. It won't take much time and energy for you to send out the sharp knife outposts to patrol. You are already a high-level legion, do you lack that little energy?" The commander-in-chief of the First Army said in a cold tone without any sign of anger.
"The two coordinate star regions are remote, but the routes are critical."
"The route from the East District to the West District must pass through that section of the channel. If the channel there is broken, the support speed will be cut in half in the future when an emergency occurs in the West District. A stable black hole channel is not so easy to anchor and build."
The First Army's chief concluded: "The Fourth Army branch and the Ninth Army that were originally stationed in that star region, you should honestly support the branch regiment and do not return to defend. Leave the rest to your brother regiments."
"Anyone else has objections?"
The virtual conference room was silent.
The chief of the First Army knocked on the table and said, "Let's go back to the previous topic. Regarding the allocation of the ten major legions to redevelop the Arctic wasteland..." The baby-faced chief paused, his brows furrowed but he didn't look serious. His tone became heavier, "Sit up straight, don't touch your brain rings, the next vote is very important."
The young projections in the virtual conference room all moved, straightened their bodies, and put down their smart rings in unison at the same second.
Offline, various forces are stirring up an undercurrent. Although they say they don't believe it, they are actually all taking action.
The online comments were even more lively, with all kinds of opinions being expressed.
The mainstream argument is similar to that of Hephaestus City. Most viewers agree that the host Fate is reusing the records of the alien tides to predict myths and make a fortune!
[Haha, you can't help it, right? The official entertainment website directly opened a channel to talk about tidal coordinates, put a few retired military females there and make a lot of money by just saying a few words, who doesn't want to make money? Don't even bother to act greedy. ]
[Delaying the coordinates of a monster that exploded once by 24 hours to make a prediction? The streamer has figured out how to use the traffic. 】
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[What's wrong with reusing existing materials? If you want to, just go buy the coordinates of the monsters that have been publicly displayed! ]
There was a great uproar outside.
The anchor's pixelated character is still diligently stepping on the small characters.
@Fit:
The coordinate pattern written by the Eye of Sibyl is very special. Once a correct coordinate character is written, the number is fixed.
The two new coordinates were close in time, so the Alliance quickly dispatched a corps to the target location for verification. When the corps returned triumphantly with the Lord Beast's skull, all the scientific researchers in the new experimental area were extremely excited.