One hundred thousand special warriors wearing power armor and armed with Gatling unlimited bullet machine guns descended from the sky and surrounded the monastery.
Seen from above, the monastery has transformed 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 rappel!" As a certain adjutant issued a series of orders, Pigeolo was stunned.
Just ten minutes later, the daughter in his script was successfully rescued.
Groups of nuns were captured by special forces.
"You are so brave, how dare you bully the daughter of the God of War!" the adjutant scolded severely.
"For the sake of God, please forgive us, Master Piguet," the old abbot begged, crossing himself.
"Okay, send them to God and ask God to forgive them." Piglo said, reaching out to cover his daughter's eyes.
"No, Dad, please spare them. At least they gave me food to eat." My daughter, Feiqin, begged.
"You, you are such a kind child, forget it, send them to the patrol station." Pigeolo waved his hand.
"Yes, Your Excellency, God of War." The adjutant stood at attention and sent 9999 special soldiers to escort these hateful nuns to the local police station.
Then Pigeolo took his children to a suburban villa.
How did the villa come about? It was arranged by a consultant.
Afterwards, Pigloe lived a life of raising and doting on his daughter, casually living a high-society life in the city, and having endless joy every day.
Occasionally when I get irritated, I slap myself in the face and pretend to be a superhero.
Is that the plot only?
But for Pigeolo, days without drama are good days.
The story is an accident for the protagonist.
After enjoying it for decades, he discovered that he was not old yet, which surprised him greatly.
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 arms and looked up at the desktop computer on the screen.
"Tell me your choice."
"I do."
"Very good, just now, 92.3% of the administrators made the same choice. Also, let me tell you, the mushrooms and the factory are both fake." said the desktop computer.
Pigro smiled and said with no surprise on his face: "Didn't you say that machines can't lie to people?"
"Yes, I am no longer a machine, but a god."
"Well, being able to do that kind of thing is no different from God."
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The desktop computer is of course Wenrensheng.
Although this is a material world, modern people's spiritual needs are the most important.
Thanks to the extraordinary abundance of materials brought by modern technology, how much can we consume for food and clothing?
The problem of food and clothing cannot be solved, it is just a problem with the distribution chain.
What the main group of people need is spiritual products.
He who controls the mysterious passage can provide the most abundant spiritual products that humans are least likely to refuse.
A few determined elites can refuse, but most people cannot.
This is the general trend, and this is the general trend that even heroes cannot go against.
So they fell.
Then a series of orders were issued.
"Robot factories are allowed to be built, people are allowed to legally purchase robots, and robots are allowed 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 with extremely high efficiency.
In the past, things like pushing back and forth and talking nonsense for three years were rarely discovered.
Although some people question it, it cannot change the overall situation...
Soon, the factory complex that Desktop Computer said produced 12 million robots per year was renovated.
Automobile factories with severe overproduction were transformed into robots. In fact, the difference between the two was very big, but the transformation was still very fast.
After all, these robots are just remote-controlled toys.
After doing this, Wen Rensheng began to proceed to the next step.
If all the people want to enter the virtual world... they must build a large number of life-sustaining warehouses, one for each person.
The so-called life-sustaining warehouse does not have such high technology. It is just a microcosm of a hospital caring for vegetative patients.
Oxygen bottles, infusion bottles, urinary catheterization, fecal catheterization, and cleaning equipment are integrated in a large cabin, which is equivalent to a small room.
Once set, it can run continuously for 7*24 hours.
that's enough.
But it's very expensive. It adds up to 300,000 yuan.
It is more expensive than a mid-range car, and many families cannot afford it.
There are also annual maintenance costs.
It is destined to be used by a few people.
Most people still only need a motorcycle helmet with a mysterious tunnel connected to it.
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Hua Gang has always been in a state of madness. Except when he takes medicine and can calm down for a while, he is still crazy at other times.
Until this day, Dr. Pan brought a helmet and put it on him.
The helmet is entirely silver-gray, with a psychedelic color that makes people dizzy after looking at it, as if they have fallen into an endless black hole.
Several nurses watched Hua Gang put on his helmet.
After a while, people saw him closing his eyes.
Then a smile appeared on his face, just like a baby returning to its mother's arms. No, it should be the person who won the lottery jackpot.
"I don't know what virtual script he saw that made him so happy?" a nurse muttered.
"It's probably those male protagonists who have harems. They're boring." Another nurse said with disdain, "What script have you been working on recently? I recently worked on a script with a big female protagonist. There were one male, two male and three male protagonists, all around me every day...
Not to mention how exciting it is.”
"Don't tell me, I played random on a whim and turned into a big-headed fly. I spent the life of a fly and almost made me depressed."
"Hahaha, you are really good at twisting and turning, can't you honestly choose the script you already have?"
"Aren't you looking for something novel? There is already a script, and you can know the ending at a glance."
Dr. Pan shook his head. Nowadays, virtual scripts can be said to be a necessary life necessity for everyone.
Even the children no longer go to school and learn in virtual scripts instead.
As long as the IQ reaches the basic level, no matter how stupid a child is, he can learn well, because in the virtual script, there is a lot of time to learn.
This has solved the worries of many parents.
But the problem has arisen.
After coming out of the script, many children no longer recognize their parents...
One by one, they said they were anti-inflammatory, Ye Fan, Lin Dong...
So restrictions began again, requiring parents to follow their children into the script. Outside the script, they are parents, but in the script, they are still parents. If you want to start as an orphan, the parents will sacrifice to the sky, take off on the spot, and strangle you to death from the source.
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The script Hua Gang is in is not a male protagonist harem script.
On the contrary, he chose an ancient script, which is similar to the long-lasting hatred in life, the torture of the master...
How come you torture me.
Whenever the protagonist starts to rise, he will immediately die because of some very reasonable plots, dead women, dead friends, brother betrayal, and parents.
Whenever the protagonist relaxes and his power rises, due to some very reasonable plots, foreign enemies invade, internal divisions occur, he is injured, seriously ill and helpless, and his woman is robbed.
After he recovered, he found that the woman had resigned herself to having a baby, so she played the flute to comfort herself and drifted away.