Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Chapter 608: Twelve. Conference, dance (38)

"The final findings... exactly the same as what was written on the paper, even the location of the wound was not deviated."

Waldo dropped the report on the table and found a chair to sit down.

Waldo, who had always been calm, was pulling a stinky face at this moment. The left and right arms of the Secretary of State Secretary looked like a third-grade civil servant. He grumbled against the mountain of papers beside him.

Continuously accumulating work pressure, no one's emotions can be very good, not to mention being caught between the boss who only sees the results from the numbers and the subordinates who are dissatisfied with the status quo, the heavy-duty middle-level cadres-not only take on-site responsibilities, If something goes wrong, you will have to be trained.

Can't do it anymore.

Although he was only in his 30s, he suffered from insomnia, heart palpitations, high blood pressure, and tinnitus due to work pressure, and was always threatened with life. Compared with such a high-risk work environment, the salary is only the second-class civil servant's treatment, who can live? !

I wanted to say this several times, but when I thought of the smile on the head boss Glacier, and the worrisome concern of “Oh, I want to go back to my hometown”, Waldo never thought of resigning. He didn't want to somehow die of a horse-drawn carriage accident, or be chopped with an axe by a somber man, and his wife, children, and children were treated by the boss. As a spy who "knows too much", the cost of resignation is probably the life of yourself and the whole family-your boss may not be able to pay your salary, but will certainly be able to pay the bounty for your head, and that is one The pen is enough for your loved ones to consider how to slash the knife from the back. Even if you escape to the end of the world, your head will still be packed in a box and sent to the boss. This is the truth deeply understood by Waldoer after hearing countless human tragedies.

Although Waldo's life is not easy, but he is far from willing to take risks and sighs. He recaptured the information about the recent bombing.

In just two days, there have been three explosions, and more than 15 houses were blasted, burned and associated losses. Thankfully, no one has died so far.

No, it's because of. No. People. Die. Die. Rumors and panic have intensified.

I don’t know what went wrong. “The bomb demon left a criminal statement before committing the crime, foreseeing the scope of the victim and the number of the injured”. Such rumors spread in Lundinum. At first, spies and messengers could use the official argument of "nonsense" to perfunctory and persuade, but with the increase of bombings, more specific information such as the situation of the wounded and the testimony of witnesses at the scene flowed into the society. Panic Can't control it anymore.

People are not afraid of lunatics who indiscriminately attack others, and there will always be guys who are mentally ill or have no way to go. This is the same as a traffic accident. It is "an accident that will definitely happen." Even if someone is unfortunately killed, everyone will only think that person is unlucky.

But if this lunatic is smart and calm. Mastering the killing methods similar to natural disasters, and even predicting the future-can people still maintain their ordinary hearts?

Waldo was reluctant to admit it, but he had to admit that he was full of fear for this madman.

No, this is also sophistry. The real fear is the clearly visible, established future—

Based on the experience of using a lot of explosives, if you carefully observe and calculate, you can speculate that the scope of damage is possible. Explosion notices can be left over and over again, including the scale of the explosion's damage, the number of injured and details of the injuries. They were recorded extremely accurately and reproduced faithfully. After committing the crime, he escaped the stalking of secret agents and official missions, and easily escaped from the siege net. This is beyond the reach of human beings.

A house is a dead object that cannot be moved. Interference and destruction of it can cause the consequences. But human beings are living creatures, living creatures full of accidental and uncertain variables. At the moment of the explosion, who was on the scene, what position were they in, what posture did they take, and what actions did the pursuers take after the explosion, What variables exist in the process-it is simply impossible to predict these. But that report seemed to have insight into the future answers and wrote everything in advance.

People who can see the future.

It is not to describe or exaggerate, it is a genuine "prediction" to the future.

In addition to large-scale wars and disasters, what can cause more public panic than a bomb demon who can predict the future?

Since he can predict the future, even a shrewd and ruthless Secretary of State and his excellent spies will not be able to catch this madman who can see all the other parties' movements. As long as the Bomb Devils are willing, it is not difficult to invite the above-mentioned adults to take a plane trip back to the earth. Even the big men are unable to protect themselves. How can the public trust the government and continue to feel safe in daily life?

What will happen to a government that loses credibility and authority? People with a little common sense are very clear. Old espionages like Waldo are well aware of it, so he can understand that Walsingham’s teeth bite ordered a thorough investigation of the bomb demon incident. How heavy was the anger and helplessness in the heart of the order.

If civil strife occurs even in the country, there is no way to talk about diplomatic strategy and colonial expansion. The imminent domestic stability and the undetermined international interests-whichever is more important, is clear at a glance.

Rubbing his sour and hard shoulders, Waldo threw himself into the pile of documents again.

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"Do you predict the future..."

Minerva put down the napkin and opened his eyes again, seeing the stunned faces of Gloria and others, even Roland tried to look away.

After two or three seconds, the prince who was stared at with some guilty confusion slightly distracted her eyes, and the empty canned pillars that were built up finally entered the afterglow of her field of vision, but at this time, she also had a small hiccup.

"Amazing……"

Gloria, who won the title of "Big Stomach King" of the National Academy of Magic, whispered her feelings, even if she had a certain antibody to lunch meat, she never thought that Minerva could actually play to this point-lunch meat stew Dried prunes, luncheon meat pie, toasted luncheon meat coated with margarine, chocolate stewed luncheon meat were all wiped out and the dishes were as shiny as they had just been washed.

No matter which standard is used to measure ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, as Gloria said, it is very powerful.

But the face of the person warmed up quickly, red and bright like a cooked lobster, and the hands holding his knees shivered slightly-this is by no means a reaction of joy and emotion.

"That's not predicting the future."

With a cough, Roland pulled the subject back into a serious atmosphere.

"To be correct, it should be called limiting the future."

"limited?"

"Yes, it is not a prediction or an observation, but a limitation."

The young boy's hands clasped together, adding gravity, his tone calm and depressed.

That is the skill that only one person in the world can use with ease. It is also difficult to imagine the dream ability that exists in this world's technological system.

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