Extraordinary pedigree

Hart's eyes stayed on Sofia's figure for a moment, and his complex emotions began to surge.

Her steps were steady, and the black special service uniform fit her tall figure tightly, making her look more stable and mature than before.

The gun box was still on her shoulder, and the heavy feeling of carrying it all year round seemed to have become a part of her.

Sofia approached and whispered to him:

"Hart, I know you have a lot of things to tell me, but now is not the time to discuss. The director wants to see you, come with me."

Hart frowned slightly, "That... angel wants to see me, an infected person?"

"Yes, he has something to talk to you about."

Hart thought about it, and really couldn't think of any intersection between him and the adult in Hell's Kitchen, but he nodded and followed Sofia to the outside of the quarantine area.

As the two walked, the scene of the quarantine area around them gradually became blurred.

Hart looked sideways at the busy management officers. They were all different in appearance, and the characteristics of the people infected with Persiostomia were clearly visible. The officers were agilely directing the bulldozers; others were flexibly shuttling between the machines to coordinate the construction progress.

Their black special service uniforms were embroidered with red management officer shoulder straps, which were neat and steady, bringing a sense of order to this long-oppressed area.

"These officers... are very disciplined." Hart couldn't help but speak.

Sophia nodded, with a hint of pride in her tone: "The management officer's discipline is very strict. After they entered the quarantine area, they had clear orders not to interfere with the lives of residents at will. All actions must be in unison, and they must not encroach on the property of the infected, nor can they engage in any forced buying and selling." She tilted her head slightly and glanced at Hart, seeming to understand his doubts.

"Don't worry, their actions in the quarantine area are all transparent and fair. The management officer's goal is to abolish the cultural isolation policy and completely overthrow the past system." Sophia's voice was firm, and this was a done deal.

Hart's pace slowed down slightly.

"Overthrowing the quarantine policy... is it really possible?" Hart's voice was filled with fatigue and uneasiness.

As the leader of the Infected Workers' Union, he knew that this barrier was deeply rooted and had penetrated every corner of society. It was not just a physical separation, but more of an indelible prejudice and fear in people's hearts.

He was not talking about physical overthrow, but actually - the deep-rooted contradictory relationship between humans and the infected.

"Yes." Sophia said firmly.

"We will tear down the isolation wall and reconnect the quarantine area with the city. Moreover, the Administration will build a school at the junction, and we will also promote educational programs for the infected to help them get the same learning opportunities as ordinary people. Hasn't your daughter Lina always dreamed of becoming a horse racer? She will have the opportunity to receive formal education and training, and her future will no longer be limited by her background."

"Education? Career?" Hart murmured these words that were very dreamy for the lower-level infected.

"I know this is a fantasy, but the economy... especially the development of the extraordinary economy, is bound to promote necessary social changes."

"Whether it is handicrafts, engineering technology or business management; whether it is basic professions, magician planning, horse racing..." Sophia said to Hart seriously, "According to the director's words, all of the above are - the law of development that is not subject to human will."

"Not subject to human will..." Hart murmured this sentence.

As the two continued their conversation, they came to the destination of this trip - a long-abandoned infected house.

The house was low and dilapidated, with mottled cracks on the outer wall, as if it had been eroded by wind and rain for many years. The reddish-brown brick wall had long lost its original color, and the weeds in the corners almost covered the original foundation.

Most of the window glass was broken, leaving a few pieces of remaining glass, flickering faintly in the sun.

The door panel was half open, and the rusty iron lock hung loosely on the door frame, which could fall off at any time.

The steps outside the house were covered with dust and fallen leaves, indicating that the house had been abandoned for a long time.

In the open space in front of the door, there were some scattered old furniture and tools, which were obviously left behind by the past residents when they left in a hurry.

Although the whole house has been in disrepair for a long time, its thick walls and closed structure make it an office area temporarily requisitioned by the Administration.

It is hard to imagine that the legendary fourth sword bearer in heaven would temporarily work in such a place.

Sophia stopped and turned to look at Hart, "This is the temporary place arranged by the director, and our conversation will take place here."

"Come in, Hart, the director has been waiting for you for a long time."

Hart swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and then stepped in.

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In the temporary office area.

The surrounding environment has been cleaned up and tidy, and the originally shabby room has been refreshed after the rapid rectification of the Administration.

Several small screens are hung on the rough walls to display the latest action data and task status.

A pile of documents on the desk has been neatly sorted, and the virtual projection screen next to it is slowly floating, flashing various government information and reports within the Administration.

Although the space is small, it is arranged in an orderly manner, exuding an atmosphere of efficiency first.

Xia Xiu sat behind the old but sturdy wooden table in the middle, his short golden hair gleaming slightly, and his golden pupils looked particularly deep and gentle in the dim light.

He was wearing a simple but exquisite black uniform, and his silver cane was casually leaning against the table.

His fingers quickly flipped through the documents on the table, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the virtual projection screen next to him, approving different instructions.

Beside him, Pansy Jane stood quietly, holding several documents in her arms.

She tied a neat ponytail, her face was cold, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye added a touch of soft beauty to her, but her expression was as cold as ever, as if no emotion could move her.

She said nothing, waiting for the director's instructions, her eyes focused and calm.

In another corner of the office area, Turles, the commander-in-chief of the task force and the chief of the first hub of the Administration, was lying bored on an old sofa.

Although he looks like a child of eleven or twelve years old, his actual age is over a hundred.

The pair of fox ears moved slightly, looking naughty and cute, and the fox tail behind him swayed gently in the air, as if he didn't care about anything.

He nibbled the apple lazily, and while chewing, he secretly looked at Xia Xiu and Pansy's every move with his cunning eyes.

"You are really busy." Tours took a bite of the apple and said to the blond young man in a lazy tone.

Pansy glanced at him coldly, with a hint of disdain in her tone: "Work is always so boring."

She still maintained that cold expression, standing there waiting, without a trace of fluctuation.

Turs frowned in dissatisfaction, his eyes narrowed slightly:

"Your tone makes it seem like I'm a slacker. Please, I finally finished sorting out the mess in the square--"

He suddenly flipped over from the sofa, put his hands on his hips, his fox ears trembled slightly, and stared at Pansy with displeasure:

"I've been working for so long, can't I enjoy it?! It's my turn to relax!"

Pansy was unmoved, a slightly cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she responded softly:

"Hehe."

Turs' fists clenched immediately, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You--"

Before he finished speaking, his fox ears stood straight.

Dongdongdong--

Just then, Xia Xiu gently tapped the virtual keyboard on the desktop, deliberately making a crisp "dongdongdong" sound.

He glanced at Turs, who was like a dog with angry hair, and Pansy, who was still cold, with a faint smile on his face, and stretched out his right hand to stroke his chin.

"Sure enough... the workload is still not enough."

The "cows and horses" are making things difficult for each other, and they are still not enough as social animals.

As the king of social animals in heaven, someone thought while looking at Turles in front of him with malicious eyes.

Should he work overtime and open more business planning lines...

Tulsi was stunned, and his aggressive look immediately softened. His ears drooped, and his tail lost its previous agility. He glared at Xia Xiu weakly, quickly swallowed the apple, and said with a smile on his face:

"Ah... That, in fact, I think... the work is enough, completely enough! Completely busy, I am not idle at all!"

Xia Xiu smiled silently and deliberately prolonged his voice:

"Oh? Are you sure? Then I thought-"

"No, no, no, don't add more tasks to me!"

Tulsi waved his hand hurriedly, almost knocking over the apple core beside him, and quickly patted the dust on his body, restored his previous bored posture, hid in the corner of the sofa, pretending that nothing had happened.

Pansy Jane looked down at the documents in her hand, and seemed to be not surprised by Tulsi's reaction. A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but that smile instantly dissipated in her still calm expression.

Xia Xiu casually put the document in his hand on the table and stretched lazily, his movements relaxed and casual.

He then leaned back on the back of the office chair, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and looked unusually relaxed.

The azure ring on the index finger of his right hand flickered slightly in the dim light, and as his fingers moved up and down rhythmically, it seemed to silently mark the pulse of some plan.

"The matter of the racecourse has come to an end."

He spoke lazily, his voice with a relaxed tone, as if completing a simple task.

"The Social and Cultural Committee has planned to reorganize."

"Now, it is estimated that our dear second president, the Prime Minister of the New Alliance Economic Adjustment Committee, John K. Hanks, has already placed his own people in the newly formed Cultural Committee."

The tone of the blond young man was light, and the words he spoke casually were like a chess piece that fell accurately on the chessboard.

"According to the previous plan," he continued, his tone more relaxed, "the income of related industries, including ticketing, advertising, and merchandise sales, will be divided into 30% of the regional tax revenue; the 'pseudo-human group' provides a new career path, which contributes 30% to regional employment; plus the 30% of the surrounding economy, all belong to the management bureau."

"In other words, we have already obtained the economic accumulation needed by Ivy League in the early stage. The rest is to coordinate the conflicts between the infected group and the new world group."

The fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven leaned lazily on the back of his chair, as if digesting everything he had just said.

"But... these 'contradictions' between the infected and the new world will probably take a lot of effort."

The major economic integration and the layout of the Administration seemed to be just a game for him.

Listening to Xia Xiu's words, Turles stood up again and restrained his playful smile.

He kept his eyes on Xia Xiu for a moment, his expression extremely serious.

Turles didn't come here to have fun today, he came with... questions.

He looked at the blond young man, his partner who had fought side by side, but he couldn't suppress the complex emotions that surged up in his heart again.

Facing the fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven, it was not the first time that Turles felt this strong sense of oppression - the calm atmosphere of controlling everything, strategizing, and manipulating the situation.

Sometimes the fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven always describes and even defines everything around him with calm, even slightly frivolous words.

It was as if...the whole world was just a part of his chessboard, and all the events and characters were just chess pieces that pushed the situation in his precise layout.

From the beginning of the duet to now, he has not concealed his ambition to reach the top of the Kingdom of Heaven - whether in terms of strength or power.

He is always like this, not simply using "good" to fight "evil", and even not following the traditional opposition between good and evil.

Hugh Abraham in front of him sometimes makes Tours feel a kind of moral confusion.

Every time, when the other party calmly and accurately implements his plan, the decisiveness that is outside the standards of good and evil always makes Tours feel uneasy.

"You deliberately indulged the struggle between Mikhail and Kurd..."

Tours finally spoke, but his tone seemed hesitant, and his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of alarming something invisible.

After saying this, he realized that he did not use the words "fighting evil with evil" to describe the actions of the fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Tours knew in his heart that this word was not suitable for the other party.

Hugh Abraham never seemed to simply cater to the opposition between good and evil.

He is more like standing outside of good and evil, using a new standard to create his own value system.

"Power will..." Tours murmured in his heart, finding some appropriate description.

He could feel that the other party's way of doing things was sometimes like an attempt for some ultimate goal that transcends ordinary morality.

That goal transcends the judgment of right and wrong, good and evil, is not bound by temporary morality, but shapes the world according to his own will.

So, for a moment, Tours felt a chill from the other party.

He realized that what emanated from the other party was an absolute dominant force, a "dominant force" that did not rely on secular norms.

Because of this, the decision-making of the fourth sword bearer in the kingdom of heaven sometimes seems so cold, and sometimes even difficult to understand.

But this irresistible force cannot be ignored.

Tours always felt that compared to the title of the fourth sword bearer in the kingdom of heaven...

Hugh Abraham is more suitable to succeed [Xin Lizhi] as the eternal god's choice.

Xia Xiu seemed to have seen through the fluctuations in Tours's heart, and still smiled gently and said:

"Don't scare yourself, Tours."

Tours remained silent, just looking up at him.

The blond young man could only rub his eyebrows in distress, and said slowly to Tours Corbett:

"If this world is a ship, then only by controlling the direction can it sail to the right course.

I never hesitate to do these things, you know. This has nothing to do with morality, it is purely the will to survive.

The will to survive is actually the will to power-not just to survive, but to dominate, create, break and reshape."

"You ran out of the square, partly because the work has come to an end, but more importantly, you are concerned about the problems of the infected." Xia Xiu said softly.

"You want to see for yourself how I will handle it, to see if I will choose to be as ruthless as the other members of the resolution assembly. Now you can see it too - I found a 'morning light' among them."

"She is a bit like you, but not exactly the same."

Xia Xiu's tone was slightly playful, and he continued:

"She initially hoped that I would directly intervene in the struggle between Mikhail and Kurd, and wanted me to solve the problem in a more direct way.

However, she eventually chose another way and cut it off directly.

She thinks a lot, but actions often precede thoughts; and her will always stands at the forefront before hesitation."

He paused, as if thinking about something, and then looked at Turles again, smiling more easily.

"Too much moral elaboration is unnecessary, but I always have to comfort the people around me. I will tell them, I will tell you - don't think too much, don't scare yourself."

"I won't become Xin Liezhi."

It's starting to come alive... woooo ...