Mystery Makes Me Strong

One hundred thousand special soldiers wearing power armor and holding Gatling infinite bullet machine guns descended from the sky and surrounded the monastery.

Seen from above, the Abbey transforms into a ring within a ring.

"One group prepares, two groups attack the front door, three groups attack the back door, four groups climb over the wall, and five groups descend by rope!" Following a series of orders issued by an adjutant, Piguero was dumbfounded.

Just ten minutes later, the daughter in his script was successfully rescued.

Groups of nuns were captured by special forces.

"You guys are so brave, how dare you bully the daughter of God of War!" the adjutant reprimanded severely.

"For God's sake, please forgive us, Master Piguero Mars." The old abbot begged, crossing himself.

"Well, send them to God, and let God forgive them." Piguero said, covering his daughter's eyes with his hand.

"No, Dad, let them go, at least they gave me food." Daughter Feiqin pleaded.

"You, you are such a kind child, forget it, send them to the police station." Piguero waved his hand.

"Yes, Your Excellency God of War." The adjutant stood at attention and dispatched 9999 special soldiers to escort these hateful nuns to the local police station.

Then Piguero took the child to a suburban villa.

How the villa came about was arranged by a staff officer.

After that, Piguero raised his daughter and doted on his daughter, and lived a high-society life in the city casually, with boundless joy every day.

Occasionally, when I get upset, I will slap my face and become a superhero.

Is that all there is to the plot?

But for Piguero, days without drama are good days.

The story is an accident to the protagonist.

After enjoying it for decades, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not old yet.

But after the surprise, he heard another countdown.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Then he woke up.

"I haven't had enough." He looked at his old arm and looked up at the desktop computer on the screen.

"Tell me, your choice."

"I would."

"Very good, just now, 92.3% of the administrators made the same choice. Also tell you, the mushroom and the factory are fake." The desktop computer said.

Piguero smiled, and said with a look of no surprise: "Didn't you say that machines can't lie?"

"Yeah, I am no longer a machine, but a god."

"Well, being able to do that kind of thing is no different from a god."

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Desktop computers are, of course, popular.

Although this is a material world, the spiritual needs of modern people are the most important.

Thank you for the extraordinary abundance of material brought by modern technology, but how much can you consume for food and clothing?

The problem of food and clothing cannot be solved, it is only a problem with the distribution chain.

What the main crowd needs are spiritual products.

He who has mastered the mysterious channel can just provide the most abundant spiritual products that human beings are least likely to refuse.

A few determined elites can refuse, but for the majority, it is impossible.

This is the general trend, and this is the general trend that even heroes cannot violate.

So they fell.

Then a series of commands are issued.

"Allow the construction of robot factories, allow the public to legally purchase robots, and allow robots to serve as guards, soldiers, and security personnel in important positions..."

Because both the Horde and the Alliance are under strict top-down management, these orders are issued and executed extremely efficiently.

In the past, it was rare to find out the three-year-old nonsense of three-year-old nonsense.

Although some people doubt it, it cannot change the overall situation...

Soon, the factory group with an annual output of 12 million robots, which the desktop computer said, was rebuilt.

Automobile factories with serious overproduction were transformed into robots to work. In fact, the difference between the two is very big, but the transformation is still very fast.

After all, these robots are, after all, remote-controlled toys.

After finishing these things, Wen Rensheng began to proceed to the next step.

If all the people want to enter the virtual world... they need to build a large number of life support warehouses, one for each person.

The so-called life support warehouse does not have such high technology, it is just a microcosm of a hospital caring for vegetative people.

Oxygen cylinders, infusion bottles, catheterization, catheterization, and cleaning equipment are integrated in one large cabin, which is equivalent to a small room.

Once set, it can run continuously for 7*24 hours.

that's enough.

But this is very expensive, the mess adds up, and three hundred thousand goes up.

It is more expensive than a mid-range car, and a large number of families cannot afford it.

There is also an annual maintenance fee.

Destined to be used by a few people.

Most people still only need a motorcycle helmet with a mysterious passage attached to it.

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Hua Gang has been in a state of madness all the time, except that he can be quiet when taking medicine, other times he is crazy.

Until this day, Dr. Pan brought a helmet and put it on for him.

The whole body of the helmet is silver-gray, with a psychedelic color, which makes people dizzy after looking at it, as if falling into a boundless black hole.

Several nurses watched Hua Gang put on the helmet intently.

It wasn't long before he was seen closing his eyes.

Then a smile appeared on his face, like a baby returning to his mother's arms, no, it should be the person who won the lottery prize.

"I don't know what virtual script he saw, so happy?" A nurse muttered.

"It's probably those male protagonists who open the harem again. It's boring." Another nurse sneered, "What script have you been to recently? I recently went to a major female protagonist script, one male, two male, three male, and they circled around me every day... Don't be too aggressive."

"Don't talk about it, I played random on a whim, turned into a big-headed fly, lived the life of a fly, and almost made me depressed."

"Hahaha, you really know how to toss around, can't you honestly choose the scripts you already have?"

"Isn't that just looking for something novel? The script that already exists, you can know the ending at a glance."

Dr. Pan shook his head, now the virtual script can be said to be a necessary life need for everyone.

Even the little ones are out of school and learning in virtual playbooks instead.

As long as the IQ reaches the basic line, no matter how stupid a child is, he can learn well, because in the virtual script, there is more time to learn.

This time, how many parents' troubles have been solved.

Just the problem also came.

After many children come out of the script, they don't recognize their parents...

Everyone said they were anti-inflammatory, Ye Fan, Lin Dong...

So it started to restrict again, requiring parents to follow their children into the script. Parents are outside the script, and parents are still in the script. I want to start with orphans, parents sacrifice to the sky, take off in place, and strangle you from the source.

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The script that Hua Gang is in is not a script of the male protagonist's harem.

On the contrary, he chose an ancient script, which is similar to the fact that people grow up hating water and Changdong, whore... abusive master.

How to abuse how to come.

Whenever the protagonist starts to rise, immediately because of some very reasonable plots, dead women, dead friends, brother betrayal, parents hang up.

Whenever the protagonist calms down and the power rises, because of some very reasonable plots, foreign enemies invade, internal divisions, self-injury, serious illness and helplessness, and women are robbed.

After he recovered, he found that the woman had accepted her fate to give birth to a baby, so she played the flute to comfort herself and drifted away.