Terra's Magnetic Field

"Yeah! Didn't you see it? You selfish bastard!" The man was shaking with excitement. He looked like an ordinary business man.

The cell phone signal in Rhode Island is sometimes not very strong, and the cell phones carried by the islanders occasionally fail to make calls, so the public access to the internal line is

Telephone booths and landlines are the safest means of communication.

Angel was afraid that the other party didn't receive the text message she sent before, so she kept calling, but no one answered... This made her even more anxious. She hadn't heard the person speak for almost a day! This was like a drug withdrawal reaction, which would drive the whole person crazy when it occurred!

(Boss addiction)

Angel Pressure Value: 61%

"You work at the trading post? Then you should know who I am, but I don't know you. Why? Because you're just a damn little character! You're so humble that you can't even be on a damn promotional poster. No one in this world cares about you except your family. Oh, maybe your family doesn't care either, otherwise you wouldn't have come to such a sad place!"

A series of hurtful words poured out of the Angel's mouth like machine gun bullets, which she would never say under normal circumstances. Unconsciously, her personality and consciousness have been occupied by another thing, and she is becoming less and less like herself...

The series of words from Angelus shocked the man opposite him. Before he could react, Angelus pulled out a submachine gun from his vest and fired at the telephone booth behind him. The sound of bullets fired drowned out all the noise nearby!

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da!

The man immediately started dancing and was so frightened that he didn't know where to put his limbs.

"It's broken," the Angel of Exorcism looked at the shabby telephone booth that was emitting smoke, and pointed the hot muzzle of the gun at the man who had just disrespected her, "Boy, since you are not a Sarkaz, I will spare you this time. Even if someone like you suddenly disappears one day, no one will care..."

She suddenly had another idea and asked the other party in a hoarse voice:

"Tell me! What do you want to do most?! Seal couriers at a trading post for the rest of your life?"

"Ah?" The man was stunned. Seeing this, Archangel fired his gun into the sky, scaring the man so much that he fell to his knees.

"Speak!" The Archangel put the hot muzzle of the gun against the man's forehead, leaving a circular mark on his forehead.

"I...I..." The man didn't care about the pain. His brain was working quickly to find the answer. His life had always been planned by his parents and elders. He seemed to have never done anything according to his heart...

“I want to be a writer… a writer! Yes, a writer!…”

"Then go! Quit this boring job!" Angel reached out to search the inside pocket of the other person's suit jacket, and she pulled out several documents, the outermost of which was a driver's license...

"Luke Hepburn... That's your name, great! I know your name! And I know where you work! You can't escape! If I don't see your work published in half a month, I'll fucking kill you!"

"Get out of here now! Go!!"

The Angel of Power kicked the man away, throwing his ID on the ground. The man picked up the ID and ran away in panic.

"Huh~" As Angel watched the figure disappear at the end of the road, she looked over to the convenience store nearby. The fast food meal she had just eaten only had hamburgers and fries, and no drinks or anything like that, so she had to buy herself another bottle of Coke.

"It's going to rain soon..." Angel looked up at the gradually darkening sky and walked towards the convenience store.

This neighborhood should be a gathering place for low-level operators and infected people, which is completely different from the high-end residential area where Angel Exia lives. The dilapidated buildings are filled with all kinds of spray-painted graffiti and obscene words written with paint pens, which are not seen in high-end residential areas.

The shabby trash cans on the street were piled with garbage. It seemed that no sanitation worker had come to clean them for a long time. The fermented garbage at the bottom of the trash can was leaking green juice, and the disgusting and smelly liquid flowed through the cracks of the trash can onto the street, half wet and half dry.

The street trash cans in high-end residential areas are never full, and the cleaners there are very diligent, because the garbage of high-level elite operators is more valuable.

"This is really a doghouse..." Exiah commented, "It looks like where the Sarkaz live."

Every word of "Archangel" is filled with sarcasm towards the Sarkaz. What happened in the past that made her so malicious towards this race?

Not sure... Only she herself knows the reason...

Angel pushed open the shutter door of the convenience store. This place was not like the high-end convenience stores in the commercial district. It did not have automatic doors, self-service payment systems, or other modern things.

The environment inside the store was like the convenience store that existed in Yan Country 20 or 30 years ago. The Angel felt like she had traveled through time.

The owner of this small shop is a shriveled old oriental man, with a bullet-shaped head and wearing a baggy old cotton coat. He looks decadent. I don't know if he is from Yan or Dong, but he must be from the countryside of an oriental country. He smells like dirt.

Angel of Power said nothing more, and went around the counter to the freezer. After she took out the can of Coke, she realized that the freezer was not working at all. The drinks in the freezer had not been put on the ice on the shelf outside...

The owner tore open the strip of coins wrapped in oil paper, and the coins fell into the drawer under the counter, making a "tick-tick" sound that was particularly clear in this quiet place.

"Those coins must be covered in grease and must have been touched by all kinds of lowly people's dirty hands, or even put in their mouths or stuffed into other places... How disgusting..." Angelus thought to herself. As a mysophobe, she hated those dirty coins and crumpled banknotes.

The Angel of Power looked back and found that the shop owner had been staring at her. The old man's eyes instantly changed from alert to fear, as if some evil intentions had been discovered.

Move somewhere else quickly.

"How much?" Angel put the can of Coke on the counter. When the owner saw her take out her phone, he waved to stop her and said:

"Miss, I only take real money."

Some people who reject electronic payments like to call online money "fake money"

Angel didn't see the payment code on the counter or behind it. She sighed and reached into her pocket, only to find that all the change she had was used for the phone call she just made...

If she put down her Coke and left now, it would take her a while to walk to another block. She just wanted to find a place to eat her breakfast quietly, and eat her damn cold breakfast at this time of lunch!

"Um... I don't have any change on me. Can I buy it on credit first? You should know who I am. I promise to pay you back tomorrow..." The Archangel spoke in an almost pleading tone.

"Who are you?" The shop owner looked at her coldly while sitting on the chair.

"I am... an angel..."

"Who the hell is Exia?" The shop owner was a little impatient. He pointed outside, "If you don't have money, put down your drink and leave! I'm tired of you so-called operators who rely on your reputation to do evil. You always emphasize who you are before doing anything, but how do I know who you are? You are nothing! Just fast food packaged by capital! Why do I always have to accommodate you!"

"From your accent... are you from the East?" Angel of Power asked with his head tilted. "You spoke too fast and I couldn't hear you clearly. Can you repeat it?"

When the shop owner saw her reaction, he gritted his teeth, cursed in an oriental language, and said that he was a Danish.

"Oh... Dan Country... the country that is so small that it cannot be found on the map." The Archangel pinched two fingers together and gestured, "Do you know how much Lateran provides your country with religious aid every year? If it weren't for the kindness of us Sakota, you would have starved to death in your hometown! Now I just ask you to give me credit, and you actually refuse?"

"We never knelt down to beg you to help us. It was you who developed religion in our country, occupied our land and opened churches, forced us to give up our original beliefs, and only gave us what belonged to us!" The old man glared at them with his dry eyes and raised his voice:

"We never liked you sanctimonious halo guys!"

"How dare you talk to a pure-blooded Sakota like that?" Angelus pointed at the wings of light behind her, "Don't you see that I have six wings?"

"Damn it! How did Lateran become like this? In my time, no one dared to talk to Sakota like this... In my time, Sakota was the most distinguished guest wherever he went..."

While the Archangel was talking to himself, the shopkeeper pulled out a crowbar from under the counter. He waved it back and forth and shouted at the Archangel:

"Get out! You're not welcome here!"

The way he swung the crowbar was like he was driving away a wild dog. Although this thing could not cause any harm to the Archangel, it was extremely insulting. Now the Archangel had truly felt that he had been insulted!

With an expressionless face, the Archangel intercepted the crowbar swung by the shop owner with one hand, snatched the object away with a pull of his hand, and then knocked the owner to the ground with a backhand.

When the shop owner fell to the ground, his back crushed the small shelf behind him. Objects of all sizes fell from it and hit the old man squarely.

"Oh..." The old man gasped and said in pain, "My waist..."

Then he turned around and saw the Archangel holding a crowbar, and quickly begged for mercy:

"Take the money! Take the money! Please... don't hurt me..."

"Money?" Archangel was puzzled. "You actually think I'm doing this for your dirty money? Those stinky coins that may have been licked by idiots and stuffed into dermatitis by damn homosexuals?!"

As Angel said this, she was gesticulating and speaking incoherently, and she looked even more unstable than when she was in the fast food restaurant.

The shop owner felt even more terrified when he saw Archangel like this, and his previous anger was completely replaced by fear.

"Huh?!" Exia shouted, smashing the freezer that had held the Coke with a crowbar, "This thing is totally useless!"

"Ah!" The shop owner screamed in pain, as if the things in the shop were his flesh and blood.

"You think I'm a robber? Haha..." Angel looked down at the owner with a stiff smile on her face. She barely suppressed herself from losing her temper.

"No... I'm not a bandit... I'm not the kind of person who would lower myself for a bottle of Coke! I'm not a Sarkaz... or a Tikaz... Damn it? What's the difference between the two? It's just a name, a meaningless code name!"

"Who am I? I am Exia, I am Remule, I am Rafi, I am Fran, I am Renate, I am RPK-16, I was once a human, I was once a tactical humanoid, I am a sinner and a saint! I am the ancient god who created everything! I am the mother of all Sakota! I am their [Lord]! I am the original ruler of Lateran, and I have reigned over this land longer than any monarch or emperor! I was once the only god of this land! I am the god of death, I am the moon, I am the one-eyed god! Raven is my incarnation, and the gallows is my beloved horse! I am eternal death and instant immortality! Wherever I reach is the underworld, and my tears are the water of the Styx!! "

"Who the hell do you think I am now? It's been too long! I've lived too long! I have too many identities! I don't even know who I am!!!"

(Rafi's crazy speech

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The shop owner was stunned, he didn't know what to do.

"Take the Coke...you don't have to pay...consider it as a gift to you...just take it and leave!" The shopkeeper pleaded with Angelica in tears.

"Thank you, you are such a nice person..." Archangel took the can of Coke and staggered away.

The moment she walked out of the door, the shop owner instantly felt relieved. His crotch was wet, and yellowish warm water flowed out...

That’s all for today.

Thanks to [kuohuxiao] for the reward. Your support is the motivation for my creation!

Postscript: Lafite is only nice to her boss and people related to her. To other people, she is like a newborn who is worse than Wanbao.

Unlike Wanbao's purposeful domination and persecution, Lafei is more casual, which means her targets of attack are wider, and anyone who may offend her is her potential target.

In a sense, Lafite is more like the crazy person like Darkness? Wanbao is the crazy person like the second son.

Chapter 357 Knife

"There's no accompanying drink in the Vitality Breakfast. Damn it! If Coke had been included from the beginning, I wouldn't have had to waste time going to the canteen, and that terrible thing wouldn't have happened..."

"Should I really go back and kill that burger maker? Who's his name? ...Chloe?"

Angelo tore open the hamburger packaging and made sure to bite off a large piece of meat in the first bite. Although the hamburger bun was a little cold, the meat was still warm.

"It tastes good and is very juicy. Let's not kill him then..."

In the eyes of the "Angel of Power", the life and death of others seem to be just a product of a thought. She can take the life of anyone in this place in an instant, or she can show mercy and let that person go.

"Why is my heart so restless? So uneasy?... It's as if something bad is going to happen... Just like what happened on the moon more than 20 years ago..."

"I really shouldn't have taken back the Crow's Eye, and I really shouldn't have listened to Remuel's nonsense! I should have kept a close eye on Boss, and not let him out of my sight... um... I've decided, after I find Boss, I won't let him leave, and I'll follow him wherever he goes!"

The Angel of Power ate the burger in a few bites and drank from the can of Coke. The crowbar she had taken from the owner lay obediently on the steps to her left. She was now sitting in front of an abandoned building eating breakfast.

She crumpled up the burger wrapper.

"No, I don't feel energetic at all after eating the burger. This can't be called an "energizing breakfast" at all. As expected, I still have to go back and kill him."

Angel picked up the crowbar on her left hand, and when she was about to stand up, she accidentally saw a little red stain on the Penguin Logistics sweater inside her down jacket. She thought it was hamburger sauce, so she pulled up the sweater and licked it with her tongue, but she tasted a bitter fishy smell, like the smell of rust on old mechanical parts, the smell of blood...

"Pooh!" She spat out the taste and saliva.

"This clothes can't be worn anymore..." Angel found irregular color blocks formed by stains on other parts of the sweatshirt and down vest. She sniffed the peculiar smell and showed a disgusted expression.

"It's stained with the blood of the Sarkaz. I should find an outfit that is more in line with my status and position, an outfit that is more suitable for me now..."

Thinking this way, the Angel stood up and walked towards the commercial district...

At the fast food restaurant that she had attacked not long ago, Razer and Franka had already gone there to have a brief exchange with Clo.

Razer and the others mainly asked him about what happened, but the more Clo tried to describe the details, the more outrageous they felt. They could not understand the various behaviors of the Angel, nor could they analyze any logic from these frantic and neurotic actions.

Finally, Razer only made a preliminary guess:

"She must have been under too much pressure recently, maybe at work or in her personal life. She may have been educated to hate the Sarkaz in Lateran, but she never showed any signs of it before. Otherwise, there is no way to explain why she suddenly became like this..."

"Give me a cup of hot coffee and a super~Big Mac! And your business smile, remember to smile nicely~"

A casual male voice came from the side, coming from a newcomer that Razer and the others were training recently. That guy looked silly all day, but now he was lying in front of the cashier and chatting with the Sakota waitress. He acted frivolously as if he didn't notice the blood stains on the floor.

"Knife!" Razer scolded the newcomer harshly. She turned her head and saw a young man named Luper, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, smiling at him.

The young man's eyes reflected no light, like the eyes of dead fish sold at the vegetable market stalls, giving people a feeling of indifference to everything and loss of desire for life.

If a person realizes since elementary school or even kindergarten that the world he lives in is hopeless and that there is no tomorrow no matter how hard he struggles in society, he will probably have this kind of look.

"So fierce... Senior, can't you be a little gentler to me like you were to Senior Franka?" Knife held his chin with one hand, his little fist resting on his left cheek, the skin on his face bulging slightly.

He gestured with his other hand to the waitress to prepare what he had just ordered, and Murat walked away tactfully.

"What's with that attitude? Didn't I tell you to stand at attention when talking to your seniors?" Razer was already unhappy with what happened today. Moreover, this was in front of outsiders, so she had to establish her prestige no matter what.

"ah?………"

Knife was stunned for a moment, then pretended to stand up from the counter, muttering perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, okay..."

He actually stood straight in front of Razer, but his little head was still stubbornly tilted, as if he had a stiff neck.

"So how's the matter going?" Knife asked Razer, and his attitude seemed like he was the leader.

After saying this, he perhaps realized that something was wrong, so he added honorifics:

"Excuse me"

"You!...Ah..." Razer lost his temper and told him his previous speculation directly. Knife nodded thoughtfully and praised:

"Hmmmm...very good, it's the same as not saying anything. Senior, you still don't disappoint me as always~"

"Tsk!" Razer's face wrinkled and the corners of his mouth trembled. It was not convenient for her to get angry here, so she could only endure the other party's almost sarcastic words.

"So what do you think?"