Life Copy Game

Chapter 1158 A call from the Church of Order (asking for monthly votes)

Bright lights illuminated the vast hall, and densely packed soldiers and crowds were walking between the brightly lit equipment.

A display screen is hung above the hall, showing surveillance scenes from different perspectives on the city wall.

At the end of the hall, there are four huge screens several meters high arranged in a semi-arc shape. Each screen is divided into twelve small windows, showing scenes from different perspectives around the four city gates.

He Ao walked out of the elevator and glanced at the busy lobby.

"Mr. Sauter,"

At this time, an officer who seemed to be a civilian officer came over to meet him, saluted, pointed to an area at the end of the hall that was separated by a console, and said slowly, "Mr. Ove is over there."

He Ao raised his head and looked in the direction of his finger.

He could vaguely see Ovi standing behind the console, having a heated discussion with some officers.

"Okay, I get it."

He Ao nodded slightly.

"Then you are busy."

The officer saluted He Ao again and walked quickly into the crowd.

He Ao glanced at the surveillance screens around him, and walked slowly toward Ovi's direction along the deserted area at the edge of the hall.

At this moment, his bracelet vibrated, and the crisp ringtone of an incoming call passed through the tiny Bluetooth headset in his ear and squeezed into his cochlea.

He raised his bracelet and looked at the caller number displayed on it.

This is an 'unknown number' that is not in his online address book.

He Ao directly reached out his hand, hung up the phone, and continued walking forward.

The bracelet became quiet, and the other party did not call again immediately, but just after He Ao took a few steps forward, his bracelet vibrated again.

He raised his bracelet and saw that the caller was still from that number.

The surrounding noise was a bit far away, and He Ao was currently in an unoccupied corner of the hall by the window.

After a brief pause, He Ao raised his hand and answered the phone.

A man wearing a neat white silk suit, with some white hair on his temples, who looked gentle and gentle, appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

He sat behind an old-fashioned mahogany desk with basic books, and behind him was a mahogany bookshelf filled with densely packed books.

At this moment, he raised his hand, picked up the ceramic tea set next to him, and poured a cup of black tea from it.

"Saote, I thought you didn't want to answer my call."

The man handed the black tea to the camera. It seemed that He Ao had also prepared the black tea. Then he lifted the teapot and poured himself a cup of black tea.

"Usually, when I see an unfamiliar sales pitch, I hang up immediately."

He Ao reached out and touched his ears. He seemed to hear some kind of sound. He shrugged and said casually.

The man poured the tea for a moment, then he smiled and said, "The cold calls bring not only 'sales' but also 'surprises'."

The tea leaves in the ceramic tea cup were slowly filled, and the man smiled with some emotion, "Do you still remember the secret formula of the 'Collaborator' that I told you last time? The church decided to provide this secret formula directly to you. Doesn't this count? Consider it a surprise?”

"The church won't hunt me down anymore?"

He Ao glanced at the man, narrowed his eyes, and smiled.

The man in front of him is Dailot, the "liaison officer" responsible for contacting "Sote" from the Church of Order.

The other party is four or five years older than Sauter. He once served as secretary to the cabinet minister of finance. He later retired early and left the federal central government. He is now the executive director and financial consultant of Gorman Investment Bank, the second largest financial consortium in the federation.

"You may have a wrong idea about the church,"

Dailot smiled and said, "The church never has any ill will towards believers who share the same faith with us."

He Ao glanced at Dailot and said with a smile, "Okay, just give me the secret medicine formula."

"You know, this is a gift from God, we can't make the decision easily,"

Dellot did not give what he called a 'recipe', but brought the black tea to his lips and said with a smile, "We need to know whether the believers who accept him are firm in their belief in order."

He Ao lowered his eyes slightly and looked at him with interest.

"I heard that you completed your mission in Mingte City very well,"

Dailot didn't seem to notice the change in He Ao's expression, and continued, "You severely damaged the Chaos Church branch near Minter City and fully completed the FBI's mission, but..."

"What did I do wrong?"

He Ao suddenly interrupted.

"Yes, of course,"

Dailot's words froze, and the smile on his face froze at the same time, but soon he returned to his 'natural' smile, "Every believer in order should take it as his own duty to eradicate chaos. What you did very good."

He paused for a moment, as if He Ao had disrupted his original rhythm, and was reorganizing his words. Soon, he spoke again, "The church is very satisfied with your execution. You completed the mission very well. FBI You should also be rewarded.”

He paused and continued,

"You know, the FBI's chief of staff will retire soon, and the two current deputy chiefs of staff are quite old, and the FBI is in urgent need of fresh blood.

"Your merits and age just meet the requirements. I heard that the director of the FBI also likes you very much. After the successful completion of this mission, I believe many people hope that you can go further.

"The only thing you lack is your strength. With your C-level strength, you are not very capable of convincing the public in the position of deputy chief of staff, let alone becoming chief of staff."

He paused and looked at He Ao meaningfully, "And if you can become a B-class 'coordinator', everything will be different. Your road to becoming chief of staff will be paved all the way.

"I believe everyone will be happy to see this situation. You are still so young. Although you have been delayed in the position of deputy chief of staff for a few years, you can still go further in the future.

“You can become the deputy director of the FBI, or even leave the FBI and become the top commander of a unit of the Central Army, and gain broader promotion prospects in the Central Army.

"Or you can enter the Senate or even the presidential cabinet and become a big figure who dominates the federation. Your surname will be passed down, and your children will stand with those legendary family descendants and become part of this eternal order."

"Sounds wonderful,"

He Ao smiled and said, "So, what's the price?"

"cost?"

Dailot was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course, most of the 'good things' in this world require a price, but after you have paid so much for order, isn't it normal to receive a small 'reward'?"

He paused for a moment, then continued with a smile, "We all know that you have completed the mission well enough, and the remaining chaos sects can be wiped out by relying on Mingte City's own power.

"You have more important work to do in Irons,"

He took a sip of black tea and smiled,

“To appease the old presidential families frightened by the Church of Chaos through banquets and balls,

"Pouring a glass of mellow "Winschini", tasting Wilens' specialty smoked sausage, and dancing with those beautiful ladies, this kind of work is equally important, isn't it?

"Staying up late to attend the dance will do a lot of damage to your body, and with the help of these ancient families, it will be easier for you to advance further in the FBI."

"I seem to have heard the 'Worst Symphony No. 9'."

He Ao looked at Dailot in the picture and smiled.

"You know that,"

Dailot drank black tea and smiled, "Now this piece of music is popular in Irons, and everyone likes to ask the band to play it at dances, but 'Wurster's Twelfth Symphony' has a vague tendency to become popular. , this piece of music is more prosperous and touching.

"Young people like this kind of music, which combines a little classical music technique with a romantic style, emphasizing the lightness and magnificence of the music. They call it the 'neo-classical music school' or the 'court music school'.

"Of course, some people call it the 'Flowing World Music School', a prosperous and gorgeous world."

"Fanshiyue School,"

He Ao glanced at the tents and shanties collapsed by the snow among the buildings outside the window beside him, then turned back to look at Dailot, "What a name."

Then he shrugged and smiled, "Unfortunately, you know, I don't really like listening to these songs, and I don't really like attending dance parties. I prefer to work outside. Minter City is a good place, isn't it?"

Hearing these words, the smile on Dailot's face faded slightly. He held the ceramic teacup and said with a smile, "People's personalities and habits will change. Excellent people like you have suffered a lot since childhood. It’s normal for characters to have such habits,

"But you are now close to the core circle of the Federation. You should try to get in touch with the life of the core circle, integrate into it, enjoy it, and maybe have a different experience?

"This is a prosperous world given by order, and we should accept it."

"Maybe I'm just a hard worker and can't accept it,"

He Ao looked at Dailot with a smile, "I'd better stay in Mingte City for a few days and finish handling the matters in Mingte City."

Hearing this, the smile on Dellot's face completely sank. He looked at He Ao and his voice became colder. "Saote, do you want to abandon the call of order again? Do you know that you are walking on the road now?" On the wrong path, you are challenging the order and destroying the Federation!"

"Who knows whether he is wrong or right before the road ends?"

He Ao smiled.

"Don't think that just because you've done something in Minter City, you're going to be complacent,"

Dellot's voice was cold, "Even if you bundle all the power in Minter City together, it won't be enough to deal with the two mercenary groups outside. If you try to resist order and the Federation, you will only be crushed into dust by the wheels of history." .

"Everything you do is meaningless. Time will erase all traces, and history will not even leave your name."

"oh,"

He Ao raised his eyebrows slightly, "The two mercenary groups outside are really related to you?"

There is another update at noon