0350 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 56)
At the same time, in the Palace of the House of Commons in the Uptown District, Count Consleymew, who looked almost like a ghoul, was rubbing his temples in the same manner as Zhen Cheng.
He couldn't figure out what the game mission of this group of candidates was.
According to common sense, they would rob anything of value found in the ruins. The count was ready to turn a blind eye to this.
As long as he could send away these plague gods, he actually didn't really want to get the "family weapons" that Zhen Cheng was talking about.
Most of the problems in the upper city of Vanbaie cannot be solved by force. Rather than possessing a powerful weapon that may not be usable, he is more worried that such a thing will work in the lower city and affect the supplies he is responsible for.
The supply chain is functioning normally.
But contrary to common sense, none of the dozens of simultaneous explorations yielded any results. At the same time, the first group of real church forces summoned all died in the ruins.
No matter how stupid a person is, after seeing this information, they can think that there is definitely a big problem with the rules of this Lamarck game.
The count's gray and withered fingers struck from his forehead to his chin, and finally fell on the table and clasped them firmly. After a long time, he stopped and said to the old butler in a tuxedo next to him:
"Lecky, please send someone there again. This time, control the balance of strength and insert three squad leaders."
"I hope the master will make it clear." The old man was energetic, full of vitality and blood, his forehead was raised, and the aura of a strong man came to his face, which was in sharp contrast to the count's haggard appearance. At this moment, he was respectful.
Count Consreimu pondered and said slowly: "The strength exposed by these candidates ranges from [Kong Qiu] to [Xian Jing].
Even if there is something hidden in it, it should not be higher than [Point Light] high level if it can be assigned in the same game, which is similar to me.
At this level, there is no need to ask the higher-ups for instructions. We can handle it completely ourselves. We can split up the three police teams, use the elites to disguise themselves as one team, and then recruit two or three teams from the candidates.
Remember, try to choose someone who looks simple-minded. If the situation is the same as today, I'm afraid they will sneak attack or frame you on the way.
When the time comes, let the squad leaders show their strength to suppress the whole crowd, and be sure to understand their rules of the game. Of course, for your own safety, this cannot be said explicitly. It is up to you to decide how to deal with deception, clichés and torture."
"My subordinate understands. We will go to the security team to mobilize people. I just want the master to give me some advice. If we only send one team this time, which ruins should we go to?" the old man bowed.
"Let's go to this one that once caused widespread blindness among the surrounding human civilians," Count Consreimu typed on the map of the Lower City in his hand. This was a rather exquisite military document that Zhen Cheng could not see in Gesha's wooden castle.
Something of this magnitude:
"Now all explorations are over. All the church members have been killed and injured, and there are also a small number of casualties among the chosen ones. But this is the only place where no one has returned so far.
If there really is any secret weapon that Logist said, I'm afraid it's in this place. If not, it's imperative to find out what's going on inside. I can't tolerate anything that I can't control in the Lower City.
If the chosen ones break in, send them away; if the ruins cannot be discovered, then bulldoze them and destroy them; if there are some smart outsiders who want to get a foothold in my power..."
As he spoke, he licked his tiger teeth with the long snake-like snake. These four teeth seemed to be more than twice as long as the other teeth at this time, sharp and pointed.
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Lord Logist personally sat on the long horse team. Thousands of oxen and horses pulled the cart, meandering like a live python wandering on the mountains of the capital of King Vanbaea.
A transportation team of this size is only used once a year when all the production materials from Xiacheng District are gathered to pay tribute to Shangcheng District.
It's just that the goods that need to be handed over to the upper city will not be ready for more than ten days, and the horse team is not walking on the official road that goes to and from the upper and lower cities on a daily basis.
"Boss, what's the purpose of this time we mysteriously summoned all the brothers to drive out with an empty truck?" The old man driving the truck asked as he casually whipped the horse's buttocks.
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"Don't ask so many questions when you're doing things for the new adults." Mr. Logist said with a gloomy face.
"Oh, I don't care. I have accumulated enough coffins after running for the caravan all my life. I don't want to do anything." The old coachman relied on his old age and did not give Lord Logist much face:
"It's just pitiful for those young men in the gang who are full of blood. They drive around every day and do some small business to make a living. Now they suddenly quit their stalls and were called out. They can't find anyone to do the work. I'm afraid they will offend many customers.
Bar?"
As he said that, the old coachman turned his head slightly and saw Lord Logist looking at him with a darker look. He was not afraid and smiled casually:
"Sir, the young men in the gang are all yours, and there will be no complaints if they suffer a little for the gang.
But if the horse runs away accidentally and delays the day... you see, the day to go to the city is getting closer, isn't it?
Whenever something goes wrong, it will make the earl unhappy..."
Humph, the truth is finally revealed? Mr. Logist sneered: "What if I make him unhappy... so what? Frankly telling you, this time I went to pull weapons for rebellion!"
"What?!" The old coachman immediately stopped the carriage and said in a panic: "My lord! You must think twice before you act! You will definitely not be able to hide this from the earl. We will all lose our heads after you!"
"The above information was all handed over by me. I went to buy goods. Why would the earl know about it? Can you please tell me?" Lord Logist sneered:
"I went to buy goods without telling you. Even if I was discovered, it would be one person's fault. When the time comes, you might be able to take the opportunity to climb up a few steps.
Tell me again, how could it be your turn to lose your head?"
"This..." The old coachman hesitated in response to Master Logist's soul torture.
"Let's go, don't affect the march of the team." Seeing the appearance of his cronies, Lord Logist restrained the cold light in his eyes and replaced it with a gloomy expression:
"I'm just kidding. If you really want to pull weapons, you won't need so many people. And if a large number of strong people don't intervene, what can brothers do with weapons?
Don't worry, thanks to the guidance of the eldest lady, I already have some ideas about the next step of promotion. If I'm lucky, I will leave Xiacheng District in a few years.
When the time comes, this will be your world, and I can’t act like a monster at this juncture." This chapter has been completed!