Xiao Yi nodded, and then asked: "Huo Li, you can only control a few hundred people remotely? Now the living experiment base in the Zerg King City needs your control, the members and servants of the Philip family need your control, plus 30 medical staff, can you still control them?"

Huo Li: "I can indeed only control a few hundred 'people' remotely, but that is when they have their own self-awareness and my mental power needs to fight against them all the time. But the puppets you mutated are brains that can be used by me, and can increase my mental power in that area..."

The black-haired boy was surprised: "Don't tell me that the more you control, the stronger your ability will be!"

Huo Li touched his nose: "After I controlled hundreds of masters and servants of the Philip family, I can even control one or two ordinary people through them."

The black-haired boy was a little jealous: "It's obviously my body, as long as I don't connect with them, I can't control it at all! On the contrary, my ability seems to be tailor-made for your aliens!"

Huo Li: "Xiao Alien, in fact, you have the ability to make them have self-awareness, but you..."

The black-haired boy was furious: "How can I tolerate the appearance of a second me in the world!"

Huo Li shrugged innocently.

The black-haired boy: "It's just right that you keep a closer eye on those mutants. I don't want any creature with the same genes as me to get out of control."

Huo Li: "Don't worry, Xiaoyi. If you want them to breathe every day to any exact number, I can do it."

The boy was about to answer when he heard 2d14 in his mind say,

"Ding! The 5 minutes are up. The teleportation array will be forced to start in 20 seconds."

Xiaoyi took out the figurine of Xiao Huo Li from the space, and said, "Huo Li, come in quickly. The teleportation array will be forced to start immediately."

Then Xiaoyi put the little figurine that had 'come back to life' into his pocket, and then put the normal version of Huo Li's body into the system space, waiting there. After the orange light, the boy disappeared into thin air again.

Liu Mo, who was dealing with reporters outside, was really annoyed. He wanted to ask Huo Li if he could let the "two young masters Philip and Miss Alena" show up first. Liu Mo looked into the locker room. Hey? Where are they? His boss and sister-in-law disappeared in just a few minutes?

At this time, a young nurse who had just been "recruited" by him came over with a standard smile on her face, and then said bluntly: "Liu Mo, you are now fully responsible for the work in the hospital. Xiao Yi, Alena, and all SS-level missioners of the Salvation Alliance are urgently going to Earth to carry out the salvation mission."

"The eldest brother and the eldest sister-in-law are gone? Even 'Alena who was hit by a pig' is gone?" Liu Mo wiped the sweat off his forehead anxiously, "What about the large group of media waiting outside to see the heir of the Philips chaebol and Miss Pig?"

The little nurse in the light pink uniform looked stern: "Liu Mo, you haven't taken too many holidays! Can't you even handle these small things?"

Liu Mo realized that the person talking to him now was him. The boss stood up straight and tried to hide his beer belly and promised loudly: "I, I can do it well. These social matters are not difficult for me, Liu Mo! You can go to carry out the emergency mission without worry... Hey? That's not right! I am also an SS-level tasker? Why don't you send me!"

The pink-clothed nurse replied: "Have you forgotten that you bought long-distance teleportation talismans in the nuclear contaminated world and exceeded the points?" Then she shook her head and left the locker room.

Liu Mo was left alone in the backstage, thinking about the fact that he had been demoted...

At the same time,

2443 SS-level and 8 SSS-level taskers on Earth, as well as a figurine Huo Li, landed on a wide square with orange light coming one after another. Against the backdrop of this large square that was more than a mile long and wide, the more than 2,000 elite saviors that the Savior Alliance had accumulated over thousands of years did not stand out. But it was obvious that this area had been cleared in advance, and there was no one in the middle of the square. However, the ceremonial guards that came to greet them could be seen around them, with a heroic soldier standing every ten meters.

Xiaoyi looked around curiously, looking at the five small white bridges and the red and golden-domed city gate tower in front of him.

2d14 excitedly explained in the boy's mind: "This square is an ancient cultural relic building from 10,000 years ago. Since the people here replaced the lawn in the square with stone tiles 10,028 years ago, it has not been changed since then, but has been continuously repaired with high-tech means. There were more than 200 countries on this planet ten thousand years ago! But after the subsequent annexation and division, there are only more than 30 countries now. But the country we are in, host, has continued to this day." The

black-haired boy asked in his mind: "Could it be that our mission to save the world is only to cooperate with one country?"

After the boy asked, he didn't hear Huo Li's answer for a long time. Then he remembered that Huo Li's brain had shrunk again, and the range of his mental power could only cover an area slightly larger than his pocket. The boy didn't dare to hold little Huo Li to his face and ask, he could only look around and watch the actions of others.

Because the main system notified very suddenly, at least a quarter of the taskers were temporarily pulled up at their own bedtime at the end of the world. Because there were only 5 minutes and the world of most SS-level taskers was much more serious than the situation on Fandu Planet, almost all saviors used these precious 5 minutes to arrange the rescue operations in their absence, which means that no one had time to change clothes!

So at the moment of life and death for the people on Earth, in this solemn square, all 2451 elites of the Salvation Alliance, the most powerful superpower organization in the entire galaxy and also the only salvation organization, appeared!

But their appearances were totally different from the words "strong" and "elite". At least 500 elites were teleported here in pajamas. At this time, they were hurriedly taking out decent clothes from the system space in the square and began to put on their clothes. There

were also several hundred people who were obviously experiencing or had just experienced a big battle. Their bodies were covered with blood and dust, and many of them were even injured. Most of them were sitting on the ground and bought medical equipment and drugs from the system mall to stop bleeding and heal their injuries. The lucky ones who were not injured simply wiped their faces with wet towels.

Of course, it's not that no one has asked the main system to ask the system mall to launch a cleansing talisman, a talisman paper that can be directly attached to the body and has the same effect as taking a hot bath. Because there are too few places in the apocalypse where people can take a shower, and not everyone has the superpower to absorb water like a small drop of water anytime and anywhere. However, the main system said that it is too difficult to remove dirt and most useless body tissues, dandruff, oil and blood from the surface of the human body. If a tasker wants to take the risk of becoming a skinless person after applying it, and the price is higher than that of the universal treatment, the main system will invest manpower and financial resources to develop it.

So a kind of tasker with a cleanliness obsession immediately stopped. But the most direct consequence of this is that the 2,000 top strongmen from the entire universe who came to save the world, in front of the guard of honor of the earth residents who were standing tall and proud around the square, looked like a group of refugees who came to escape famine.

Indeed, among the more than 2,000 taskers, 500 were disheveled or even only in their underwear, 700 were covered in wounds and looked dirty, and the remaining half were not doing well in the apocalypse. Long hours of fatigue and tension made their faces dark and their eyes bloodshot.

The few taskers who were on vacation in the Savior Alliance Town were dressed even more horribly, because of the main system's crappy vacation deduction system, and the few people who were transmitted from the Alliance Town were seizing the time to be dissolute and enjoy life 10 minutes ago. There was a beautiful female superpower wearing a sexy short skirt, and it seemed that she came from the dance hall in the Alliance Town. There was another male missioner wearing slippers and beach pants, and it was obvious that he had been sunbathing on the balcony of his villa. Even worse was a tall and thin male superpower wearing only a bath towel, and he was probably having a SPA...

The leaders who were waiting for the arrival of the interstellar savior with solemn faces, looked at the more than 2,000 "refugees" and hundreds of "monsters" dressed in strange clothes who appeared in the square in a few minutes, and gave a reluctant, awkward but polite smile to the man in beach pants who was walking towards him.

The man in beach pants looked to be in his 20s, with an unkempt look. He glanced at the leaders standing on the sidelines with their hands hanging down. He was not infected by their serious atmosphere, but asked in the language of Country Z, one of the two common languages ​​in the galaxy: "I am the 'Programmer', the tasker with the highest points in the Salvation Alliance. Is the plan that we are discussing in the square now?"

The leaders in front of him were shocked. It turned out that the leader of the Salvation Alliance, who led the people of the earth to fight bravely and decide the life and death of the earth, was like this? For a moment, the thought of hopelessness of survival crossed everyone's heart, but everyone still suppressed this ominous thought without showing any sign on their faces. The leader standing in the front said:

"Comrade Cheng, on behalf of all the people of Country Z and all the people of the Earth, I would like to thank you for coming! According to the suggestion of the main system, from now on, all matters on Earth and the transfer of personnel and property will be subject to your orders, the commander-in-chief of the SSS-level taskers. The leaders and relevant experts from the remaining 35 countries and regions are rushing here..." "

But I'm not the commander-in-chief? And my last name is not Cheng." The man in beach pants didn't seem to realize that this was a very rude act, and interrupted the leader.

The atmosphere on the scene fell into an extremely awkward situation.

Two seconds later, the main system couldn't stand the programmers and leaders talking at cross purposes anymore, so it broke the silence:

"Ding! All taskers, please wear the wristband-shaped smart computers assigned by the system mall within 10 seconds, for real-name real-time communication between taskers. Commander-in-chief C2001, please contact the leaders of Country Z immediately!" The main system's voice rang directly in the minds of every tasker.

As these more than 2,000 "refugees" all put on the smart computers, and a well-dressed man in his 30s walked up to the leader and started talking, everything finally got on the right track. Two minutes later, everyone's AI issued a unified prompt:

"Now everyone must gather and take their seats in the large auditorium on the west side of the square within five minutes. All taskers will hold a short internal meeting to exchange views on the apocalyptic situation, and then hold a public meeting after the leaders and experts from all countries on Earth have arrived."

So the chaotic crowd began to walk quickly towards the auditorium. The leaders were still able to hide all their emotions in their hearts, but the soldiers who knew that their homeland was about to be destroyed still showed despair and shock on their faces when they saw these refugees and monsters walking into the venue in a noisy manner.

Xiao Yi, the second son of the Philip family, who was preparing to attend the press conference, looked underage, but he was dressed in a suit and had an elite temperament, which was significantly different from the refugees and non-mainstream people around him.

The black-haired boy was still wondering why the soldiers who had been looking at him with such friendly eyes, when he heard C2001 on the stage say through the microphone: "In this rescue mission, the Salvation Alliance will have 10 leaders who will make joint decisions on major events. They are 8 SSS-level taskers. Please sit in the first row now. And the two SS-level taskers with the highest points: A7898 who ranks tenth and E..."

C2001, who was giving orders with ease, actually stuttered. After 2 seconds, he managed to utter the whole sentence: "And zz2d14 who ranks ninth, please sit in the first row."