"It was a rare and wise decision by the Alien Management Bureau to place you under residential surveillance and then direct you to the special service team..."
Xia Qin, that’s what she said.
"...If you had followed me back then, I would have at least given you a high priest."
Kris said so.
As for Lu Ping'an himself, it doesn't matter. He has always been like this. He has always been like this. It's just that in this "peaceful" world, he has a place to use it... If he were in other worlds, he would probably have directly fought with force.
, there is no need to play with these things.
"...The autopsy is over. It is true that the fatal injury was caused by the claws of the monster, but there are traces of puncture on his ankles. The wounds are small but enough to prevent him from running normally. It seems that he was thrown out as a
Bait..."
"This guy also died due to an assassination plot. Warcraft wouldn't have caused obvious cuts from the blade."
"...This is the trace of a curse, hehe, we are still old acquaintances..."
"The monster struck by lightning actually had burn marks. It couldn't have been caused by one of our own, and then came to defraud the pension."
Most of the corpses were not brought back, but a few were dragged back... They also wanted to express their difficulty to the donors, hoping to receive more compensation.
Lu Ping'an had someone do an autopsy and try to reconstruct the scene, and he almost knew what happened.
"Things to be expected..."
How to make a group of ferocious beasts fight, and only give them a precious ingredient, a beautiful spouse, a wealthy territory... When all "quotas" are limited to "one", all cooperation
and transactions are destined to be superficial.
The strategy of killing three soldiers with two peaches is old-fashioned and cliche, but often the best strategies are "classic old tricks" that have stood the test of time. Whether they are effective or not depends on how you use them and who else uses them.
Lu Ping'an concocted rumors about the "housekeeper" quota from the very beginning, and the target was not those "refugees". Even if those refugees wanted to compete for it, they would have obvious inherent disadvantages... Really?
Appointing a foreigner to act as one's steward is also a burden for locals.
When Lu Pingan did this, "their" sense of being targeted was naturally greatly reduced. On the contrary, they even had the "illusion" that this was a good thing they found on their own initiative and earned themselves... Lu Pingan's performance,
There is also the indifference and rejection attitude in the early stage, which undoubtedly increases this illusion and reduces the possibility of "this is a trap" for them.
Since we have to perform, we naturally have to perform the whole set.
Lu Ping'an wouldn't say anything or make any demands. He would only throw out "trade" offers one after another for them to grab and realize on their own... As for thinking about it,
Whether they think of what Lu Ping'an hinted at is up to them.
"Are five more dead? Haha, there are still two law orders... interesting, more people died on the opposite side."
These people did not simply die at the hands of monsters, and it was not just "people" who died.
"The ant-conscious tribe and the frost-skinned tribe are interesting..."
In the interstellar refugee camp, it is not just the blood feast fanatics, but other ethnic groups are also tempted by Lu Ping'an's temptation.
They naturally became competitors, and at least half of the casualties came from killing each other.
Those who killed directly probably did not return to the city, and even became missing... After all, the abilities of the "hounds" are quite difficult to deal with.
If you are just adding insult to injury, stepping on the boundary line will only attract their hostility. If you kill someone with your own hands, those things will chase you and bite you, and the Sheriff will follow.
Of course, this ability has its limits... Lu Ping'an heard that even the best hunting dogs would have a sensing range of no more than three kilometers, and as time goes by, the taste of "sin" will become more and more dull.
, basically for about three days, even if you commit murder, you will only be glared at by him.
Killings and resentment will not disappear, but the causes and effects of killings will become increasingly unclear.
"Many deaths among foreigners are caused by poisonous arrows..."
"Axe-cutting, there is a melee master."
"Tsk, my blood has been drained, but I still resume my old business on a different planet."
Some of the bodies of the victims were also brought back by their companions and family members, and Lu Ping'an easily obtained the results.
It is not just some humans who have supernatural systems. In fact, the ethnic groups that can set foot in the star field basically have their own extraordinary systems.
Maybe it's not strong enough, but it can't be done without... It's normal for both sides to fight to the death in the wild.
He will guide the target outside the city, in a sense, just for this... In order to deal with the timeliness and scope of "police dogs", a common idea of the public security authorities is to spread the net wildly and build many "dog houses"
”.
And as long as a dog house is activated and a hound determines the "evil" above the warning line, then the dog house network is activated, which will cause endless trouble.
However, if you are outside the city, in a land outside the law...
"...They'll kill them all."
Lu Ping'an saw it very clearly, and he didn't even care about the current "harvest".
What he cares about is that his strategy has taken effect and many parties have formed a blood feud. Then, in other "missions", their competition method will be very direct... Your people
Once I die, this mission will naturally be mine.
All he has to do is throw out "baits" one after another to give them a reason to kill each other.
And this is just the beginning...
"Thank you for your efforts... My factory here needs some security personnel and maintenance personnel. Are you interested?"
After talking a lot of nonsense, Lu Pingan took out some "small cakes".
The taste is very sweet, and the quantity is not much. After just one bite, I feel like it is not enough, and I want to steal the amount from others.
These "security guard" positions, which are less than ten, can be regarded as a long-term and stable job, and are already quite precious in the eyes of these people.
He didn't base it on merit or average numbers... He simply and rudely gave half to the "blood banquet people with the best performance", half to other races, and the smaller half.
Don’t worry about the scarcity but the inequality. Needless to say what will happen next... The next mission will be the one with the heaviest casualties.
After an unknown number of lives were lost, in just half a month, there were more than a dozen exhibits of quite good quality in Lu Ping'an's exhibition hall.
At the same time, under his guidance, the "villains chasing Mr. Annan's dream" unknowingly developed a habit of fighting to the death outside the city and coexisting peacefully inside the city.
Weird habits.
"Oh, what a false peaceful world..."
In fact, he also discovered the problems of these extraordinary civilizations.
They rely too much on extraordinary power and the kind of "magic" that can solve problems simply and crudely.
The technological tree on the earth, with the rise of extraordinary beings, has obviously gone awry. This is the reality. At the same age, the technological level of the two parallel worlds is actually significantly different.
The same is true in this world. "Extraordinary" power comes too easily, leaving many loopholes.
Their police officers even lack basic reasoning and the ability to collect objects... The problem can be solved by simply closing the door and letting the dogs out, so why go to all the trouble to make things happen.
So, it was very easy for Lu Ping'an to "find" the "security loophole" in this society for them... And it wasn't just outside the city.
"Hey, there are mummies on the street, it's interesting..."
Lu Pingan was reading the newspaper and drinking milk tea, pretending to be frightened and patting his chest.