There is no supervisor with a head full of questions.
Orshiga had already wandered out of the building belonging to the Strategic Information Collection Department.
The obstacles, defensive equipment, and security personnel along the way didn't even hinder his ability to sense.
Standing at the carefully decorated steps at the door of the building, Orshika raised her head and glanced at the stars in the sky.
That thing was originally supposed to be in the shape of a big fireball, but now it is covered with various advertising screens.
It looks no different from a giant spherical light screen.
As early as one hundred thousand years ago.
The Lar Empire has successfully established a Dyson sphere, so except for necessary light sources, the stars in the sky will basically not leak any light.
All the energy it releases is used to supply nearby planets as daily energy.
To a certain extent, as an interstellar empire, the Lal Empire has long ago reached a point where all the people have no worries about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and there is no shortage of spiritual entertainment.
Although it is still a few blocks away from Fantasy Utopia, for many backward planets, the living conditions of the residents here are already at a dream level.
Although internal class conflicts are still unavoidable.
After all, we are not all born equal, so how can we maintain a stable mentality?
However, this kind of sociological problem is of little significance to the devil Orshika.
The reason why he thinks about these things is that he has read too many books and has all kinds of knowledge in his mind, which often sparks his thinking.
For the devil species, "equality" itself means farting, killing them all, burning them all, robbing them all, bullying the weak... which is the fun of most demons.
For Orshika, the greatest pleasure is to be able to do whatever she wants.
He doesn't care about the so-called good or evil. He just wants to do things that make him happy. He can kill people if he wants to, and rob whoever he wants. The position he stands on is only his own.
At this moment, looking at the small aircraft flying around and the pedestrians casually shopping around, he was wondering whether to attack this country.
To be honest, with a population of trillions, I am still a little cautious when looking at it.
After collecting information about the four strongest guys in this country, he already understood their approximate strength.
So I don't even bother to take them seriously.
Before getting rid of Rayagren, he didn't need to regard them as opponents, let alone now that he had obtained the devoted contributions of Rayagren and Charles.
Apart from some special weapons and calling for foreign aid, Orshika does not need to worry about any counterattack from this country.
But here comes the biggest problem.
He felt that if he really wanted to take action, the plane consciousness of this plane might directly hit him to death.
This undoubtedly made him a little uncomfortable.
As outsiders, they, who are regarded as devils, have been targeted all the time.
As for that not long ago, when he had a fight with Rayagren, he didn't even touch the living planets. He just destroyed a small primitive country, dug a few holes in a few uninhabited planets, and by the way...
The sun's solar storms are just a little chaotic.
No big news yet!
But Orshika has already felt that the repressive power of this plane is increasing exponentially.
And if these things were done by local beings, even if they were ten times more serious, the plane consciousness would not react at all.
Because from the perspective of the plane consciousness, it is an internal cycle and basically does not cause any loss, but it cannot be replaced by Orshiga. It is tantamount to being transported to the outside, so he is particularly hated.
At this time, there was a piece of cake placed in front of her, but she couldn't find a chance to do it. Orshika felt a little upset...
After some thought, he had a bit of difficulty choosing, and finally chose random selection.
'Ask me how many residents there are in Kangkang street. If the number is odd, I will start directly, grab a wave and run away. If the number is even, I will cut the leeks in a curve...'
With this idea in mind, he began to count how many people were on the street.
It didn't take long.
'If it's an even number, let's poison...'
In the end, he chose to cut the leeks in a curved line.
The only problem is that as an interstellar civilization, the medical level of the Lal Empire has reached a certain level. Common diseases will not have much effect on them, and only a few special diseases can be effective on them.
This greatly increases the difficulty of Orshika's work!
Although it was still done in one day.
After all, he is also an old expert in this area and has rich experience in committing crimes.
However, as a pursuing demon, he is not satisfied with this.
As an interstellar empire, the Lal Empire has a very high mobility of personnel, running around everywhere in the universe.
This provides considerable convenience for the spread of disease!
In line with the principle of making the business bigger and stronger, Orshiga gradually turned his attention to other interstellar forces and began to make more detailed adjustments to the prevalence of those diseases and the adaptability to various races.
Strive to let everyone share the same difficulties!
So as not to make some guys feel unbalanced, take care of everyone’s mentality!
So he began to collect information about various races through various means.
I have to say that the interstellar age is all about convenience, and basically everything can be found online.
It provided great convenience to Orzhiga.
Saved a lot of time.
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Two days later.
Just when Orshika had overcome the technical difficulties of the virus and was working hard to contribute to the development of disease types in the Lal Empire and even the entire universe.
The director of the Strategic Information Collection Department was sitting in a small dark room being interrogated by a team of people.
A somewhat old-looking guy looked at the sad-faced supervisor and asked seriously: "What happened that day!"
The supervisor, who had been interrogated many times, replied with a numb face: "We received the image data at that time, and I opened it out of curiosity... Then when I saw the content, I felt a sharp pain.
Except for me and a few of my stronger subordinates, everyone else was tortured to death."
"We know this.
After testing, it was found that among the information recorded in the image, the appearance of an unknown entity had a meme-like effect, causing creatures that looked directly at his true form to feel severe pain indiscriminately.
Beings with sufficient strength can be exempted.
So for safety reasons, we have sealed it.
And what we want to know now is, who used your authority that day and read a large amount of secret information?"
The supervisor shook his head helplessly: "I really don't know, no one touched the console at all at that time..."
Soon after.
Several interrogators sit in a closed room.
The youngest interrogator discussed with a serious look: "Those survivors should really not know the truth, and according to the live video retrieved by the optical brain, no one used the console at that time. I'm afraid the other party used some kind of control that we couldn't.
Observation means, so the subsequent investigation will be very difficult...
As for the Trady ship that transmitted the image back, no trace has been found until now. According to the calculations of the optical brain, there is a high possibility that they have encountered an accident...
I feel that the investigation difficulty of the matter has exceeded what we can handle, so I propose to apply for support from above."