13 Mink Street

Early in the morning, Karen took a shower, walked into his office with slightly damp hair, opened the window, and let the cool morning breeze blow in, giving people just the right amount of freshness.

Sitting down behind the desk, Karen flipped through today's documents.

It has been three days since the lottery ended for Dina, and the suppressed turmoil in the Cult of Kosmos is gradually coming into place.

War requires preparation time. The larger the war, the longer the preparation time and the harder it is to hide;

But the preparations for this time were already in progress when the desert warfare was in progress.

Standing in the position of the former army commander, I can't see the situation at all. That is, now, relying on the development of my own intelligence network system, I can see a general trend.

The location is different, the height is different, and the scenery you see is completely different.

Up to now, not only the foreign teachers, but also many priests in the church believe that the high priest is a radical hawk who has launched and provoked several wars and frictions since he took office. When you look up, you will find that behind every conflict is not a temporary idea, but just stepping on one key node after another.

Karen has not yet been able to completely break away from the inertia of taking advantage of the momentum, while the high priest has already skillfully created wind momentum on his own.

Here, it is no longer a simple difference in status, it is really a level gap between the two.

I am still too young.

Learning things by yourself is fast. No matter what kind of technical means, you can get started very quickly, but you will often encounter a similar threshold after reaching a certain level. The energy and perception are deprecipitated, infiltrated, and patinaed.

Then, in the end, you will find that practice... is the most direct path with the fastest results.

It's no wonder that the elders and seniors I met all persuaded me to give up the office position and concentrate on hitting the realm of practice.

"Well... good morning."

With a towel in her left hand and an ice bucket in her right, Little Kangna staggered in and sat behind her small desk.

"Snapped!"

After wetting the towel with ice water, Little Kangna began to wipe her face vigorously, then picked up the new gift from Pu'er—a quill pen, and started to do her homework.

The days when Pu'er went to open up the space to help Karen find the [Blade of Sigh] were the happiest times for Little Kangna recently, but after Pu'er came back, Little Kangna seemed to be doing the homework that seemed to never be finished.

Karen was originally in a relaxed mood today, but when little Kangna sat there bitterly, he had to cough lightly, pretending to be serious about handling business.

"Master, Miss Kangna, good morning."

Siri brought breakfast.

In front of Karen was a bowl of small wontons, two fried dough sticks, a meat bun and a cup of soy milk.

Little Kangna had steamed buns and soy milk. She took the "stones" brought back from the First Knights from her schoolbag and stuffed them like miso, and put the two steamed buns in her mouth.

Karen said with a smile, "Today's buns are pretty good."

Xili learned her cooking skills from Karen, but today she added her own improvements to the steamed stuffed bun recipe, and the effect was surprisingly good.

"Master, do you know that there are many purple-haired restaurants in Wayne, and they are promoting your taste and dishes, Master."

"Oh yeah, why is that happening?"

"Because...because I made it at home and gave it to my mother and father and relatives to taste, they spread it..."

Shili was a little nervous when she said this. She was working as a maid for the young master herself, and her family members were also rescued by Mr. Alfred because of the last York City vendetta incident, and then they were placed to work in Allen's apartment.

In the ordinary circle of purple-haired people, Xili's family is now "nobles in the circle".

The living habits of "nobility" naturally easily affect "common people" and are imitated.

After it has been promoted to a certain level, it will be revised, developed, and improved, and then the improved version will be fed back to Xili.

Karen asked, "How many of you purple-haired people have opened restaurants in Wayne?"

"Because most of the smugglers did not have a legal identity or work card after they arrived in Wien, they could only work as unscrupulous workers in the back kitchen of restaurants washing dishes."

"Oh, I see."

"There is a saying in our hometown that Wayne is a paradise, and you can afford a villa in the center of York City by washing dishes here for three years."

"It's very interesting." Karen flipped through a page of the document, took a sip of soy milk, "It's also very naive."

"Status citizens in Wien do do well, though, and the lower classes here are generally better off than ours."

"Oh, that's because the real bottom of Wayne is not in Wayne, but in the vast colony, including your hometown."

Xili froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Thank you, young master, I understand."

At this moment, Alfred walked in and asked, "Is there any breakfast?"

"Yes, Mr. Alfred, Miss Pu'er and Kevin don't seem to have woken up yet."

"That's good."

Alfred sat down at Karen's desk, and Sealy left after helping to arrange breakfast.

"Young master, the new information, the 'God-making plan', they have signs of starting early, probably because they have a premonition that new waves will be set off, so they plan to start the experiment first."

Karen broke the fritters into two pieces, handed one piece to Alfred, soaked the other piece in soybean milk, and said:

"Then close the Internet cafe and send an official letter to the planning team, demanding that all members from top to bottom immediately stop their work. Those who violate the order will be punished as apostasy."

The effect of the warning probably won't make the other party stop immediately, it will only speed up the other party's process, but the warning is only to pave the way for the next tough measures.

Although this process will inevitably cause some casualties of the priests of order, compared to the pollution overflow that caused the entire York City, no, the entire Wayne suffered natural disasters, this loss is not worth mentioning.

Sometimes, the price of blood must be paid, which will scare those church forces who want to use their brains in this regard, not only in York City, but also in other missionary areas of order.

Kevin was deliberately released by the God of Order, and he has a hunger addiction. Therefore, he and Kevin are just special cases. Any other form of god-making, no matter how ingeniously designed, will only cause pollution and cannot really create. gods.

"Okay, young master, this subordinate understands."

"In addition, during the operation, notify the Dingle District and ask them to arrest those high-level personnel who have been promoting this project immediately after the operation starts here."

"Master, the identities of those people are a little sensitive."

Karen shook his head indifferently, put the last bit of fried dough sticks into his mouth, picked up the wet towel next to him and wiped his hands:

"It's time now, don't get used to them anymore."

...

"Oni, believe me, it's really a pity that you didn't go that day."

After John Rotini got into the car, he described his experience on the island with Neo,

"I didn't expect them to be such beasts. At the same time, I also didn't expect that being a beast can be so happy, hahaha!"

Neo responded with a smile, "You just have to have fun."

"I had a lot of fun and reached a lot of consensus. Next, our New Deal will be implemented more smoothly. The blind expansion of the empire's colonies should stop. What we have to do now is to digest and manage them well, so that The colonies contribute higher benefits to the empire, rather than spending the empire's finances on maintaining the stability of the colonies."

"But I'm worried that the imperial military will be unhappy."

"Those guys will only kidnap the government for their own benefit, and make up various names every year to ask for funding and create frictional wars. They are a group of vampires who can't feed themselves!"

After hearing the word "vampire", Neo touched his nose unconsciously.

"But will this bill pass?"

"Yes, Oni, but I need to wrong you, because my promise to you will be postponed. The opposition party requires me to make concessions on the issue of illegal immigration. Next, I will promote a bill to combat illegal immigration in exchange for their New Deal support."

"No problem, Mr Prime Minister, I understand."

"Thank you, O'Neill. It would be great if you didn't have purple hair. I will pull you into my bright side team. I even think that you are more suitable to be Wayne's prime minister than I am."

Neo laughed at himself: "This is something I dare not even think about. If a purple-haired man is the prime minister of the empire, what will the empire look like?"

"So, the smartest thing about you is that you didn't imitate Luther. Although my campaign slogan is 'freedom', 'freedom' is always subject to conditions and restrictions. In this world, there is no bottom line." free.

in Wayne,

The bottom line of freedom is the country and the upper-level system dominated by the Makelays. Slogans are used to coax those idiots, but many idiots really believe it. "

After a pause, Rotini added:

"Luther, that naive fool."

The driver reported back: "Mr. Prime Minister, it's time to arrange the road section, and your supporters are already in place."

"Okay, I see, let's open the roof."

"Yes, Mr Prime Minister."

The car's roof was opened and it quickly became a convertible.

Neo took the initiative to help Rotini unbutton his suit, and brushed the Prime Minister's hair with a comb, which could give the Prime Minister a more friendly image.

Rotini said helplessly: "Sometimes, I really feel that I am not the prime minister, but a senior and dedicated actor."

"Actor and prime minister are synonyms," Neo said.

"You're right. Now, I need their support. The higher my support rate, the more I can ensure that the party will not continue to make foolish attempts to cut me off."

Rotini stood up and let most of his body lean out of the car.

As the convoy drove, a large number of supporters appeared on both sides of the street. They held signs and shouted slogans neatly. If a foreign traveler just arrived here to witness such a scene, they might mistakenly think that fans were welcoming the stars.

Rotini raised his fist, kept waving it, and shouted:

"Wayne needs freedom, the world needs freedom, we... need freedom!"

"Free! Free! Free!!!"

"I will lead you to create a glorious Beacon of Freedom that belongs to Venn!"

...

On the roof of a department store in the distance, Karen sat there, witnessing the scene below. From top to bottom, he could feel the frenzy more clearly.

After he could afford the subscription fee of the "Order Weekly", Mr. Luther and Mr. Rotini became frequent visitors.

I have always been curious about why "Order Weekly" insisted on reporting on the dynamics of these two ordinary people.

Later, he realized that this was a foreshadowing, a special warm-up for the "God-making Project" a long time ago.

Now, Mr. Luther has been consumed as a test subject, and now it's Rotini's turn.

"Kevin, is it strange for you to say that the God of Order, as the overlord of the God Realm, doesn't like being called 'God', and doesn't want his followers to regard him as a god, but the following group of people, I have always been keen on making gods."

"Wang."

"Why do some people always think that without a god above their heads to worship, they don't know how to live, as if life has lost its direction?"

"Wang."

Kevin simply agreed, because even though it was a god, it couldn't comprehend Karen's emotion at this time.

However, its advantage is that it doesn't matter whether it is a god or not. If the God of Order doesn't want it, then he doesn't want it, and Karen doesn't want it, so he doesn't want it either.

But what Karen said next made Kevin deeply realize who was the guy who influenced Alfred in the first place!

"If there were no God, Miss Mills, I wouldn't be forced to go into the sea."

Kevin's dog eyes widened immediately:

"Wow woof!"

"Just watch, I'll squint for a while."

The specific actions were controlled by Alfred, and Kevin was involved in the observation. Karen closed her eyes with confidence.

As the convoy got closer, the two gunmen ambushing on the opposite roof were already in position.

But before they loaded the bullets, two ripples appeared behind them, and four people wearing the robes of order came out. However, just after these four appeared, four black ripples appeared behind them. The aperture, and four more people in the robes of order appeared from inside.

The latter drew their weapons and settled for their lives in the quickest possible way.

When killing people, they threw fireflies into their sleeves by the way, causing the corpses to burn instantly, and they didn't make a sound when they landed, they just turned into sparks and scattered.

Immediately, the roof door was opened, and a group of hypnotized York City police came here in a daze.

"Snapped!"

Hypnosis lifted.

In the same place, only the two gunmen and ten policemen were left staring blankly at each other.

On the street, two groups of gang members were chasing the guy who stole his boss's wallet, and the two escaped people quickly disappeared into the crowd, and immediately used magic to hide their figures.

The members of the two groups of gangs were in front of and behind the convoy. After searching, they quickly determined their target. They had exactly the same clothes and the same appearance. They immediately swarmed up, sealed the person up and restrained them, and pulled them out of the crowd to prepare for education. .

The two men were still struggling, one of them dropped his gun and the other's gun was found.

This surprised the gangsters who caught thieves. Although Wayne's guns were legalized, this latest military pistol is expensive and has no market. At this stage, it is only allocated to a small part of the Imperial Army. Officer, a man with such a pistol is going to be a thief?

At the same time that the ordinary gunmen were eliminated, many priests of order at the nearby observation points and sentry positions were broken and hidden. After seeing the people wearing the same robes as themselves, most of them chose to surrender, and a few attempted to resist. Get killed.

The Disciplinary Department is basically composed of members of the original space pioneer team who came down from the battlefield. This is their old line of work. How could this group of priests who are responsible for the security of the research project be their opponents.

Leon personally led a team into the Ankara Hotel, and as the mayor of the district, forcibly ordered the hotel to close the formation of five rooms, and then took people to read the arrest warrant.

The three priests in a guest room resisted arrest. In other words, they didn't want to resist deliberately, but they were used to their detached status. They didn't like to be manipulated by the whip of order in the local region, so they showed arrogance and non-cooperation.

Leon was not used to them at all, ordered to kill them, and then took their heads to read the arrest warrants to the 4 guest rooms below, the effect was very good, and they all surrendered.

In the Dingle region, Scarlett, the head of the district who had just returned from the Fortress of Ogurev after passing the closed period, personally led the whip of order and entered the office area of ​​the Holy See.

The close subordinate who was ordered to be whipped by Karen asked a little worriedly: "District Chief, should we first report to the whip holder before taking action..."

"I think you want to see me get whipped too, and then sent by the whipman's office to be a snack for that frost dragon."

...

The assistant sitting in the co-pilot seat first arranged an isolation barrier, then stabbed the driver's heart with a knife, and then disposed of the driver's body while controlling the steering wheel to keep the car running smoothly. He pretended to be the driver himself At the same time, a puppet was released pretending to be sitting in the passenger seat.

Because of the careful deployment in the early days, the project team of the God-building Project was disintegrated quickly and thoroughly, without any omissions.

The only omission is that there is a person who is not in the project team, but is naturally located beside Rotini, and this kind of lurking has enough foreshadowing, and he has a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness, so he is considered to be a ... "ordinary people".

And it was a dog on the roof that detected the existence of this person.

However, this made Kevin wonder.

How is Neo in there?

Kevin turned his head to look at Karen, who was sitting there resting with his eyes closed. For a while, he hesitated, whether he should wake Karen up or not, or, this was a kind of ambiguity and giving that Karen deliberately wanted to create. Oh chance?

Kevin's hesitation gave Neo a chance.

Neo reached out and arranged a more advanced barrier to cover the opponent's perception so that he could continue to drive safely.

Immediately, Neo put on a mask, his hair color remained the same, still purple, but his face became Mr. Luther.

Mr. Luther shouted anxiously in Neo's mind:

"I do not advocate violence, we must seek ways of political cooperation to solve the problem!"

Neo said in a deep voice: "So, you can only be a great, fearless and naive compromise loser."

Neo stood up, and together with Rotini, both exposed their upper body outside the convertible.

On both sides of the road, reporters from many newspapers kept pressing the shutters frantically. Then, some sharp-eyed people discovered who the new purple-haired man was, and immediately covered their mouths and let out an exclamation.

Rotini just waved and turned around, facing Oni, no, it was Neo, no, it was Mr. Luther.

"Oh my God, Oni, am I dazzled?"

"No, you haven't, Mr Prime Minister."

Neo took out a pistol, which was used by the assassin to kill Mr. Luther.

Now, this gun was raised by Neo, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the position between Rotini's eyebrows.

Without any hesitation,

Under the light of countless flashing lights,

Neo pulls the trigger:

"boom!"

Rodini, Prime Minister of the Wayne Empire, fell backwards...

Brainstorming.