Terra's Magnetic Field

"Well..." Knife pinched his chin with his hand, imitating the way detectives thought in crime dramas he had watched before.

"I think any behavior is not accidental, but an inevitable result. If a person suddenly goes crazy, it is very likely due to the pressure accumulated before. She can't go completely crazy because of a bad day. She must have shown some signs of madness before. So I think..."

"What do you think?" Razer looked at the young Lupo seriously.

She was quite concerned about why this guy had an Originium disease detection ring on his neck, even though he was not infected. Looking closely, some of the details and overall color of the ring were obviously different from the ones currently issued to operators in Rhodes Island, and the difference was even greater with the styles sold on the market. Maybe it was a special model? Or was it modified by him himself?

"I think..." Knife repeated again. He reached out to take the burger handed to him by the waitress, tore open the wrapping paper and took a bite.

"I think I should eat something first. Senior, you know that I can't think without calories. My calorie requirement is very high. If I don't take in a lot of energy every day, I will die... Sounds scary, right?"

"I now eat the equivalent of 300 cows, 2,000 Big Macs, and drink four tons of Coke a day!"

Knife's words sounded like nonsense.

"Hey! Are you kidding me?" Razer finally couldn't help getting angry. To be fair, her personality should be one of the better ones among the operators of Rhodes Island. If it was Director Saria, she would have punched him in the face. I don't know how Knife has survived until now with this personality...

"This guy is quite humorous," Cloe said to help Knife smooth things over. "He made Murat laugh with just a few words. The girl was frightened by what happened just now. Seeing her recover so quickly, I think this guy did a good job."

"Forget it..." Franka also advised Razer, giving her a way out.

"I'm not kidding, I'm really collecting intelligence. After all, intelligence is the basis of reasoning~" Knife chewed the burger. The taste of fried meat, sauce, tomatoes and cheese mixed in his mouth. A happy expression appeared on his face.

"Why would a guy like you come to Rhodes Island to be an operator? Guys who are lazy will die quickly," Razer asked.

In her opinion, a person like Knife who had no order or rules and was a gangster would never be able to stay in this industry for long. He would run away to other places to continue living in about half a year, so she didn't invest much emotion in training him from the beginning.

But Knife doesn't seem to need her to teach him? He seems to know a little bit about everything, whether it's driving, picking locks with wire, avoiding camera surveillance, parkour, shooting, playing dead, fighting without rules... He has mastered a bunch of messy "life skills". I really don't know what kind of environment he grew up in...

"Because of money, I owe a lot of money, probably..." Knife rolled his eyes, "300 million, right? I owed it when I was addicted to gambling, and later Kal'tsit helped me to make up for it. Now every time I complete a task, she will deduct a little from the commission. For example, if I kill a martial god-level strongman and get 80,000, she will take 79,000 and give me 1,000 like this..."

"She also said that if I help her rule the world, she will give me Manchester City in Colombia after that, although I want Hollywood. In addition, the reward for killing Blade Master is also very generous~"

"But if we can kill Blade Master, then we won't need her rewards, right?"

"You're talking nonsense again..." Razer had seen through this guy. It seemed that no matter how much she argued with him, it would be useless. She could only sigh.

Franka pushed Razer down, put her face close and asked:

"Then where do we go next?"

"Let's go for a walk on the street, in the commercial district. Maybe you can meet Angelica along the way. I also want to ask her some questions." Knife easily heard what Franka said.

"What?" Razer asked.

"Whatever style of underwear she's wearing today, I'm more inclined to think she's not wearing anything underneath."

After saying this, Knife swaggered out with his unfinished coffee, but when he reached the door, he suddenly turned back, which was really confusing.

He leaned against the counter again, looked Murat straight in the eye, and said to her gently:

"Miss, there is one thing you haven't given me yet."

"What..." Murat couldn't remember what it was for a moment, since he had clearly been given both coffee and a hamburger.

"Your smile, remember to smile

Looks better..."

That’s all for today.

Postscript: Yesterday the elder passed away, and the whole network was mourning for this matter. He was also a leader and politician whom I respected. I can understand that many things had to give way to this matter. Let me express my respect and condolences to this leader first...

But I think restricting public speech is definitely not what the elders want to see.

HedgehogCat has been blocked for more than ten days for this matter, even though it was only unblocked not long ago. This is hard for me to understand. Isn’t the purpose of going to this website to read the private posts? Although the number of my private posts is very small... It seems that everyone is not very interested in this.

I've wanted to leave here for a long time, but I don't know where to go or what to do next...

Why………………………

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Chapter 358: Changes

"Senior, you just said that those sloppy guys will die quickly. I'm sorry to disagree with that." Knife said with his back to Razer while walking on the street. Unknowingly, he became the leader of this team.

After all, she didn't know where to patrol even if Razer led the team. The area around the fast food restaurant had all failed due to a power station failure last night, so they couldn't use surveillance to search for any trace of Exia.

Kal'tsit's intention was for them to minimize the matter and resolve it without anyone noticing, so as to avoid further escalation of the incident.

"……………………"

Seeing that Razer didn't reply, Knife had to ask himself:

"The powerful guys on this land all have some problems with their brains," Knife tapped his head. "Some of them don't know what fear is, and some are arrogant when they are furious. Such guys are awe-inspiring. On the contrary, those who are too serious don't live long. Senior, if you want to live happily on Rhodes Island, don't be too serious. Isn't it better to be like Director Saria? Look how happy she is now?"

"Hmm..." Razer imagined how Saria usually messed around in the office and shook his head quickly, "I might as well just die if you want me to become like that."

"Senior, you are so humorous. Humor is a good thing. You should do it more often."

"What exactly does Kal'tsit want us to do?" Knife changed the subject. "She said that we should solve the problem without anyone noticing. Does that mean we should kill Exia? If she resists violently, are we qualified to kill her?"

"I hope you can give me a direct answer to this question, senior." Knife deliberately lowered his voice to make himself sound more serious.

"Well... I still hope to subdue her. Angelus is a citizen of Lateran, and we have no right to punish her..."

"Yes, that's the problem. Except for some homeless Tikas... Sarkaz, most of the people in this mobile city come from different countries, including Yan people, Dong people, Colombians, Victorians, Ursus people, etc. Rhodes Island only signed a labor contract with them. They are just employees to Rhodes Island, not [citizens]. Rhodes Island is sandwiched between the country and the company. Strictly speaking, Rhodes Island has no administrative power or judicial power."

"So what happens if there's a mass killing here? What happens if the operators all go crazy at the same time? Who's responsible then? Who's qualified to be responsible? Blade Master? I don't think she cares about the lives of the lower-class people at all."

"Uh......" Razer was speechless.

"So our job is to prevent such things from happening, do you understand? Senior..." Knife's tone showed fatigue, which was rare for a young man, as if he had been through a lot.

"...Don't lecture me, I'm obviously the senior..."

When Razer spoke again, her confidence was obviously weaker than before. Her aggressive attitude towards the newcomers was actually to cover up her inferiority complex. She was short and had no talent for Originium skills. She was not well received in her hometown. In order to join the famous [Black Steel International], she had to work much harder than her peers. Finally, when she successfully joined the company and wanted to show her skills, she came to this place... It's a bit funny... Her life is like a joke that no one can laugh at.

Knife looked up at the sky, his expression solemn.

"The sky is going to change..."

That’s all for today.

Postscript: "knife", can be translated as "knife"

Chapter 359 Sisterhood of God

"Let me see... which one should I go to?" Angel was walking on the street in the commercial district with a crowbar in her hand. The first thing she saw was a clothing store called "Emperor's Wardrobe". The plastic model at the door was wearing a tight bright yellow vest with jeans, big leather boots, and a bright red cape behind him. She shook her head quickly.

"I'd rather die than dress like this... Although the overall strength of humans in this reincarnation has increased, their fashion sense is hopelessly bad. When I reign over the earth again, I must improve this and teach these guys to wear normal clothes... Hmm... Write it down for now."

The Angel's eyes swept across a high-end luxury goods store. The plastic models in the glass display stand were covered with all kinds of gorgeous gold and silver jewelry. The clothes they wore were also inlaid with various jewels and diamonds as embellishments. Any item inside was very expensive.

This is the only

Luxury goods stores always attract beautiful women to stop by. If they are accompanied by their lovers, boyfriends, or spouses, when they stand at the door and can't move, the men often have a dilemma on their faces. They do love their women and want to make them happy, but their wallets won't allow it.

The things in this store do not have any appeal to the current Angel. Her mentality has long been mature enough to be immune to those material temptations. She will not be like a vain woman like Wan who wears such things everywhere just to show off.

"How stupid! I really don't know why some designers always like to put jewels, diamonds or sequins on clothes. Isn't it uncomfortable to wear? Those gay designers must treat women as birds. They think that anything that shines will attract women, but shiny things can only attract fools, both men and women."

The Angel took a few more steps forward and passed by a bridal shop. In addition to selling and renting wedding dresses, this shop also provided videography services. Many young men and women on the island would come here to take a look and plan for their future before officially getting married.

Marriage is the grave of love. No matter how passionately in love and how much you admire each other before marriage, the relationship between men and women will change drastically after marriage. In the final analysis, lovers and couples are two completely different concepts.

Many people cannot accept that their partners are inconsistent before and after marriage, so rather than saying that they love each other when they are in love, it is better to say that what they love from the beginning is just the other half they imagine, and in essence they still love themselves.

When the relationship between a man and a woman after marriage breaks down because of some trivial matters, and they insult and slander each other, many people will shout, "You are not XXX at all! Was your past feelings for me all an act? You never loved me at all!"

Isn't this a statement similar to what a fangirl who has stopped being a fan would say to her former idol? In fact, there is no essential difference between the two... because they are just in love with the perfect bubble they have imagined, whether that bubble is an idol or a lover.

"Angelica" is naturally aware of this, so she will not get married. She can stay with the other person for a long time, and it doesn't matter if tens of millions of years have passed. She can live with the other person like an old married couple without getting bored, but she just won't get married.

Because marriage will reduce the sweetness of love.

Therefore, this bridal shop had no appeal to Angel. As she walked, she came to a deep alley. Here, there were all kinds of things for sale, just like the streets outside, but the things here were more "grey" and not something that could be sold openly on the street.

Like disassembled second-hand electronic products, old clothes with stains, swords with rusty corners, various pills sealed in bottles and jars, videotapes with bizarre content...

These things constitute the gray industrial chain of Rhodes Island and are the foundation supporting this mobile city.

The Archangel stopped in front of a store, which was obviously opened by a Lateran. There was a big Lateran artistic word printed on the sign, which meant "Place of Pilgrimage". Yes, this was the name of the place.

When Angel looked into the store, she saw it was filled with all kinds of strange things, including military bulletproof vests, gas masks, as well as everyday shirts, pants, boots, sunglasses, etc.

These things do not have folding holes for horns, claws, tails, etc. to poke out. From the beginning, they should be designed for the use of the Sakota people who do not have any animal characteristics. It is a "Sakota Specialty Store"

The Angel of Exorcism turned her head to the right and looked at the plastic model placed next to the door. She had not noticed the existence of this thing just now. The moment her eyes focused, her pupils contracted and then trembled.

The plastic model was wearing a black and white patchwork shirt, paired with trousers, leather shoes, and a pure black eye patch over his right eye. This outfit was all too familiar.

(Classic Epic Set)

"This is really..." Exia sighed. She stepped over the threshold and entered the store. The owner leaning against the counter was a fallen angel with platinum hair, wearing exactly the same attire as the plastic model at the door... Her left bangs hung down to cover her left eye with an eyepatch, and the black ring on top of her head was relatively still.

The woman with a familiar look was fiddling with the intercom she had placed on the counter. It seemed like she was broadcasting some information, and Exia could hear it intermittently, "Yes... We are patrolling the commercial district now... We haven't found any trace of Exia yet... We should be able to find her soon..."

"Hehe~" The woman chuckled after hearing this, her laughter was cold but a little bit venomous. This laughter also made the Archangel feel very familiar, it felt like meeting a copy of himself on the street one day, it was weird.

"Sweetheart~ They are looking for you?" The fallen angel looked up at the Archangel. Her exposed left eye was shining with emerald luster. Her every frown and smile made the Archangel uncomfortable. The fallen angel continued:

"You can't hide it. Your face is too outstanding. Now Rhodes Island is full of your posters. When you were in the limelight, did you ever think that this day would come?"

"Do you want to report me?" Archangel looked at him alertly, the hand holding the crowbar ready to launch an attack at any time.

"Oh... of course not? Why do you think so? Do you think I'm a running dog of Rhodes Island? Would I sell out my compatriots for those outsiders?" The fallen angel spoke calmly, the confidence in her tone making her words more credible.

"We Sakota help each other, and Sakota only helps Sakota." The Fallen Angel read out these words in pure Lateran ancient language, and then said:

“This is the Sunnah of God, and we should all follow it.

. "

"You just killed two demons with a gun? In a fast food restaurant? I heard it all. Isn't that cool? I mean, fast food restaurants, places that sell cheap junk food. Although the advertisements show the children of Vaifan, Sakota, and Lupo, they are actually always gathering places for Sarkaz. They gather together to look at you, grab seats, and often cut in line. If you have a bad attitude, they will spit in your food. I understand all this... I understand all this..."

"...Huh..." Angel didn't want to continue tangling with this guy. She pointed her thumb towards the door and said, "Can you sell me that suit?"

"It's for you," the fallen angel said cheerfully, "I don't accept money from pilgrims."

A pair of Sarkaz men and women passed by the door, and the fallen angel's attitude immediately changed, and he shouted at them viciously:

"Get out of here, you demon!"

The man and woman quickly moved away because they saw that the fallen angel was holding a shotgun.

"Well," the Angel of Power nodded tactfully, with a hint of appreciation for her. She commented on the other party, "It is obvious that you are a good person, a pure Sakota. It is rare to see someone like you who follows the good morals of Gulatlan in this world."

The fallen angel was very proud after hearing this and replied to the Archangel:

"Indeed, the classic book we are so proud of, The Gun Book, has been modified by the church so many times that it is no longer recognizable. The New Testament? Only wimps would read that kind of shit. I have always been a fundamentalist Sakota."

"So you also came here because of [revelation]?" asked the fallen angel.

"Revelation?" The Archangel was puzzled. "What does it mean?"

"All the Sakotas who came here and were interested in the clothes outside had a dream. They dreamed about what a woman like me experienced and how she created the holy city of Lateran. We all agreed that this was a revelation from God. That woman was the incarnation of God. Her purpose was to bring us together to overthrow the corrupt and decadent church and to restore Lateran! Make the holy city great again!"

"Ah?" Angel's face trembled. She wanted to laugh after hearing this but couldn't.

"By the way, this face of mine is the result of plastic surgery. All members of the Sisters of God have to look like this. If you are a man, you have to undergo sex reassignment surgery. That's why the headquarters is located in Rhodes Island, where it is more convenient to have surgery. And because so many people have had plastic surgery, Kal'tsit will give us discounts."

"In addition to imitating the appearance, the sisterhood members must also imitate the words and deeds of the Lord in the dream, and strive to be similar. The more similar you are, the higher your status in the society will be. I am currently stuck at the thirteenth level, and the maximum level is fifteenth."

"Is this some kind of Cosplay fan club..." Exia imagined a weird scene of a bunch of Lafite gathering together for a meeting. Maybe they would even collectively worship the giant Lafite statue in the center of the gathering. It was disgusting... It was like the unpleasant feeling of a Gundam pilot seeing his former vehicle being mass-produced and everyone having one.

(Lafite. Mass production version, Rhodes Island base only)

"In order to get myself closer to Allah, I am planning to get a breast reduction surgery to make my body curves smoother..." The fallen angel shook her breasts, which were so full that they squeezed her shirt and made it bulge.

"Gu! Damn it! I was underestimated!" thought the Archangel.

"After all, God is a washboard. We all think her figure should symbolize lustlessness and neutrality. Big breasts are a symbol of greed and lust. Anyone with big breasts is a sinner the moment they develop."

"I'll kill you~" The Angel of Energy looked over coldly, and tried to explain himself:

"The master and servant are not washboards, it's just that this body shape is convenient for movement. With her divine power, huge breasts, super breasts, and gigantic breasts should be easily conjured up."

"Oh, is there any other explanation?" The fallen angel applauded.

"Anyway, I'll take the outer set of clothes. The one I'm wearing is stained with Sarkaz blood, so I can't wear it anymore..."

"Indeed..." The fallen angel nodded. She watched Archangel Power strip off the suit from the model outside and walk to the fitting room with the clothes in her arms.

Not long after Exia entered the fitting room, Razer and the others followed in.