Is the Evil God Me?

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63 King's Road.

Lynn and Bill, who got the information, borrowed the Elba Field office to make a preliminary summary of the information. The main issue they discussed was the various situations that they and others would face if the fog of war did not disperse.

As the name suggests, the fog of war is the fog on the battlefield. This fog is often dispersed by the presence of scouts and occupants, and can transmit information to the center. For the two gentlemen, the Xiacheng District at this time is a bit close to the situation where they don't know each other's movements, and can only be judged by some outdated information.

Fortunately, Bill helped Mr. Xiao to analyze and organize.

Otherwise, his head today is estimated to be directly burned.

The main reason is that the branch of the [Painless Apostle], an illegal faith branch, is too problematic, and the population movement in the lower city is an unpredictable topic. Because this poor ghost gathering place is full of too many surprises and uncertainties, these factors directly lead to the completely unpredictable flow of the population.

And these bewitched crowds, as well as those who have undergone inhumane operations, are hidden in such crowds.

"Damn, if only there were a committee in our jurisdiction, nominal control and actual control are two completely different things."

Bill's brain hurts just from the auxiliary processing, and he couldn't help complaining.

There is no harm without contrast.

He could understand the value of the idea that Lynn gave Yefne. The law enforcers had always been troubled by their inability to effectively control the area, and tried many methods without success. In the end, they simply kept the status quo. Well, in the words of the little gentleman, they ignored the basic building and did not activate the power that could be activated.

in addition……

The committee described by Lynn can indeed strengthen the ruling power, but it also allows the people below to gradually gain some awareness and maintain the organization. If there are certain ideas and blessings, the nobles will receive a big surprise. .

"Stop complaining, I have found their trajectory." Lynn said without looking up.

"How did you do it?" Squinting couldn't help but be amazed. Lynn was always able to accomplish his goals when ordinary people thought he couldn't. He really didn't know what was in his head.

If it wasn't for Lynn's innocence, Bill would have doubted whether he was a descendant.

"It's very simple. I learned about one of their strongholds in advance. Through this stronghold, I compared the movements of these people, and then layered and matched the time. Through the most basic summary, I can draw their action patterns on the map. The laws of these mice are quite interesting. Have you ever studied mathematics? They are a bit like a complex function in mathematics. It is hard to imagine that this is actually a group of numb people who can walk..."

"Okay, stop, stop, little sir. Yefne and Leticia are not here, you don't have to show off your extraordinary wisdom, I already admire you enough."

Bill hurriedly raised his hand to interrupt Lynn. If he really wanted to let him continue, he might have to waste dozens of minutes explaining the explanation.

What's ticking away? is time.

"Are you adjusting again... Forget it, in short, from the dilapidated chapel of Squirrel Street, using the function line I drew as the action path, you can definitely find the corresponding stronghold from each petal. Arthur, they must be caught by them. In one of those strongholds, after all, he was a student of Ziegler."

When Lynn was thinking, his whole body was in a state of excitement. His hand-painting skills were not bad, and he had been taught in this regard in family education before.

A pencil drawing of petals emerges.

The chapel falls right on the corner of the petal.

"You said, why do these idiots use such regular actions, are they afraid we can't find it?" Bill looked at the regular and just petals and couldn't help sneering.

"Because it's simple." Lin Enyi said simply. "Only if it is simple enough, that group of people can follow, just like shouting 'one-two-one' in the army. The recruited soldiers have no culture. If you want them to form combat effectiveness, they must first learn to obey and discipline. Military law can Keep the farmers fighting, that's all."

Bill shrugged, acknowledging that Lynn was right.

"Hey, I can't do without the **** Doctor's Association..."

With a sigh, Bill glanced at the time. It's almost 3:30 in the afternoon. If you want to act, you have to hurry. Otherwise, after 5 o'clock, the radiance of [Ranyang] will be significantly weakened in that ghost place in Xiacheng District. Whether it is visibility or something else, it will be markedly decreased.

In the [Steam Capital], the roaring factories continuously send all kinds of industrial waste gas to the sky, which has formed a barrier over the city over time.

Neither [Burning Sun] or [Weaving Moth] can completely spread their glory.

"I guess you will complete the goal first. You can take this document back to the captain or the minister for insurance." Lynn handed a document to Bill.

This is the connection he gained about the spread of belief in the [Painless Apostle] in Xiacheng District~www.wuxiaspot.com~ combined with a new medical method for popular science, there is a lot of tricks in it. Bill glanced at the markings on the file bag and nodded his head.

"Mr. Douglas is probably almost ready."

He has been thinking at a high intensity since noon, and the promotion activity of [Flower Maker] will set him up every once in a while. After relaxing here, Lynn can't help but take a breath of air.

He felt like needles had been pricked on both sides of his temples, and there was a swelling and stinging pain, which almost didn't make Lynn cry out directly. However, correspondingly, there is a sense of satisfaction after swaying to the fullest. The map with the time and place on the desk is his masterpiece.

At this time, Lynn also took out the brass pocket watch and glanced at it.

"That's it, if there is a situation, use the bronze sparrow to contact."

"Split up?" Bill was a little surprised, but he still regarded Lynn as a helpless clerk in his heart.

"Someone has to deal with someone who doesn't want to deal with someone, but who can quickly get information about the lower city, don't you think? Mr. Bill?"

"I never said that I don't like dealing with gangs, on the contrary I have fun playing games with them every time. It's a torture game, hahaha."

"That's why I can't let you go." The little gentleman couldn't help sighing.

It's definitely not a good thing for Bill and Sophia to meet. Lynn is well aware of some of Bill's hatreds. Looking at his own face, squinting would not do anything violent to the eldest sister, but if you can't get together with this kind of natural disagreement, don't join up.

Lynn straightened the top hat on his head, picked up his cane and patted the dust.

"Good luck, Lynn."

"You too."