Terra's Magnetic Field

"Then I may be a little tactless. Can you tell me what kind of person the CEO is? You don't have to answer questions like appearance and gender. Just tell me how he makes you feel... This shouldn't involve a confidentiality agreement, right?" The host

Leaning forward, he stared at the old man's dry lips, and the audience held their breath waiting for the old man to reply.

What kind of person is the CEO of Rhine Life? This question has always been a hotly discussed topic among Colombian people, and people's curiosity has reached its peak at this moment.

"Great! The ratings keep rising!" The program director outside the photo shoot cheered, and he excitedly patted the staff beside him.

In the bar outside the TV, Saria was silent at the bar counter. She knew very well what kind of person that woman was.

"What do you think of that boss?" Mel asked her friends when Dr. Malloch on TV was silent. She leaned close to Saria and whispered seductively, "What do you think?"

"I don't know," Saria answered neatly.

"It should be a very serious type, probably very strict with their employees... Aren't all business elites like that?" Hemer expressed her guess. She had never told anyone about her idea of ​​working for that company.

"Let's see what the old man has to say..." Mel looked at the TV again. Dr. Malloch was still silent. After dozens of seconds, he finally spoke. The close-up of the TV camera could almost see the saliva pulled when his lips opened. His old voice was transmitted to the bar through the TV:

"He's a disgusting guy!" The old man's voice was vigorous and powerful, as if he wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction that had arisen from years of cooperation.

"Huh?!" The host was stunned for a moment, but his strong professionalism helped him regain his composure in an instant. "Annoying... that CEO? How exactly is he annoying? What is he annoying about?"

"You ask me what's annoying about her? Of course, she's annoying in every way! She's willful and selfish, and sometimes she's super clingy. Whenever she encounters a problem, she'll pester others to help her solve it! The way she acts like a spoiled brat when asking for help is also disgusting! In short, she's extremely annoying! That woman who has nothing good to offer except her good looks!"

"A woman...? Wait... The CEO of Rhine Life is actually a woman?!"

"Hey! Saria! Did you hear that? That boss is a woman! A woman just like us!" Mel slapped Saria's shoulder hard, and the beer in Saria's glass spilled onto her wrist after shaking.

Saria frowned.

"Oh~ What a surprise... I didn't expect that guy to be a woman..."

"What a perfunctory tone."

"I thought the CEO was a capable old man..." Hemer fell silent after saying this. Her fantasy was broken. The words of the old man named Mallock on TV tore her dream apart. If it was true as he said, then the CEO must be a very difficult person to get along with.

While they were chatting, the door of the bar opened, and a tall, slender man named Lupo walked in, followed by an uproar among the thugs at the door.

"Isn't this the Omni-Man?! Why is he here?"

"Is it to catch us all in one fell swoop?"

"How is that possible? You overestimate yourself. We are just small fry and we are not strong enough to make him go out."

"Don't look him in the eyes! Your powers will be taken away!"

"I feel like his ability is more like copying..."

The noisy voices soon attracted the attention of Saria at the bar. She turned around and saw the scene at the door.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, a burly villain stood up from his seat and blocked the way of the Almighty Man. His tall physique was even a head taller than the Almighty Man!

"Hey! *Colombian swear*" the villain poked the Omni-Man's forehead with his finger, "Don't think you can come and go as you please just because you are number one. This is the villain's territory and Rhine Life dogs are not welcome!"

"He really said it out loud..." The other thugs on the side began to discuss.

"I'm going to die...that guy..."

Although the Omni-Hero had a gloomy look on his face, he retracted his murderous intent after taking a look at Saria at the bar. He simply stared at the tall villain and deprived him of his ability to move.

By manipulating weak electric currents to interfere with the opponent's brain signals, he can block the opponent's nerve transmission and achieve a freezing effect. Similarly, he only needs a glance to kill the opponent.

A single look can make the other person stop breathing and their heart stop beating...

He stretched out a finger and flicked the stiff villain aside, like a fly on the table, and continued walking towards the bar.

"The Omniman is coming!" Mel was surprised. "He's walking towards us! What should we do? Should we run away?"

"Why are you running away?" Saria glared at Mel, "To prove that you are a wimp? What can he do to me?!" Saria punched the marble countertop so hard that a small hole was made on it.

"You have to pay for it~" the boss said frivolously. He didn't seem to be afraid of the man who was approaching. He even winked at the Almighty Man and then started to work.

That’s all for today.

Volume 89: Chapter Chapter To My Brothers

When the Omnipotent Man walked to Saria's left, Mel tactfully moved to another seat. The Omnipotent Man gestured with his hand, pointing to the seat Mel had sat in front of him. He was very friendly, like an old father treating his daughter's classmate. He said gently:

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"No, no, no, you

Just sit here, I don’t mind standing either.”

Although he said that, Mel still insisted on sitting in another seat, probably because he didn't want to get too close to this man. It was said that he could absorb the power of those who got close to him.

"Here~ It's the old recipe. I remember you only drink shaken cocktails." The boss pushed the prepared cocktail to the Almighty. The mist from the ice cubes condensed on the transparent surface of the cup and together with the wine in the cup, it presented a gorgeous color under the lighting of the bar, which was very dreamy.

"It's a dream-like wine, so I named it Dreamer." The boss said regretfully, "But other people don't know how to appreciate it. They always complain that the taste is too weird. No one except you likes to drink it."

"Maybe my taste is weird," Lupo picked up the glass and tasted the wine. The other villains in the bar also left wisely. The conversation between the old villain and the No. 1 hero was not something they could have.

"…Do you know him?" Saria looked at the man next to her.

"We are old acquaintances. Your father was not even born when I met him, girl~" The elderly bar owner winked at Saria. Even though the years had left countless traces on this old man, they had not taken away his inner vitality.

"There's no need to talk about the past, Jack... I don't want these kids to know about the past," the waiter hesitated, "It makes me feel at ease to see that you are living a stable life now. After all, there are not many of my friends left alive..."

"Yes... so many years have passed, and most of the former brothers have passed away. Old John was buried a month ago... when I attended his funeral, only a few people saw him off. His wife and children passed away even earlier. After so many years, who can still remember that the bones in the coffin were once an excellent assassin? Maybe this is the final destination for people like us."

"Fortunately, you don't have to live like this. You won't die... So..." The boss asked in silence, "Can I still call you waiter?"

Almighty Man, no...now that he has shed his heroic identity, he should be called "Xiao Er", which is the name that truly belongs to him.

"Of course my friend... You will always be qualified. There are fewer and fewer people in this world who can call me that," the waiter said with relief, his expression looking both happy and sad.

"You seem to be hiding a lot of things from me? Are you here to talk to me or to catch up with an old friend?" Saria asked him, "If you are just here to catch up, then I can leave."

"Don't leave," the waiter looked at her, "After you were imprisoned in Mansfield, I applied for a visit but you always refused. I think I am more or less your guardian... After you were released from prison, I have been wanting to find a time to talk to you... about your future..."

"What? He is your guardian?" Mel stared in amazement, "Omnipotent Man has a villain adopted daughter? This amount of information..." She has now moved to Hemer's side.

"This is their family affair, and it's better for outsiders like us not to interfere," Hemer poked her.

"What are we talking about? My rejection of your prison visit request means I don't want to see you! Don't you understand that? We have nothing to talk about!"

"Sareya!" The waiter called her name seriously, "Are you going to live like this for the rest of your life? Live your life in a muddle? Where are your past ambitions? Where is your desire for revenge?"

"I don't want to be lectured by a lackey. You said you wanted to kill that woman while you were doing things for her. It's not me who is confused, but you!..." Saria looked at him disappointedly. The waiter obviously didn't know how to explain this. There were too many things about him that he couldn't say clearly. He couldn't be honest with the girl, and naturally he couldn't gain her trust.

The waiter could only watch Saria and her friends leave. He couldn't even persuade her to stay. Was he going to use force to keep her? Was he going to break her legs? He couldn't do anything...

"Rebellious period... My grandson is the same, he's a bad boy, you know... That's Clo, he's ten years old this year..." The boss held his chin with one hand, watching this family ethics drama with interest, and asked again, "By the way, how did you and that Rutland woman get along? The one who was particularly fierce..."

"Give me another glass..." The waiter didn't answer the question. He just handed over the empty glass and pointed at the holes and cracks on the marble countertop and asked, "How much do you want to compensate for this? Pay for the wine together. Anyway, the last thing I need right now is money..."

"This countertop is quite old. It was carved from a whole piece of granite by a craftsman from Yan Country. It must have cost at least 200,000 yuan, right?" The boss rubbed his chin. "But considering our friendship, it's not impossible to charge you 150,000 yuan..."

"Hey! You're so rude... It's just a small hole, can't you just fix it? You didn't even say anything polite and just gave me the price..."

"Do we need to be polite with each other? We are friends who have risked our lives for each other. You once said that I was your best friend."

The waiter couldn't argue and could only sigh as he looked at the advertisement on TV that he endorsed.

"How does it feel to be a big star? You are more popular than the president in Colombia right now," the boss joked while mixing drinks.

"No, I feel like a circus monkey now... You know? The costume they designed for me at first was a full bodysuit with a floor-length cape, the worst.

The worst part is that the underwear is worn outside, which looks stupid..." The waiter complained, "Do you know that the clothes are not breathable? And the crotch is very tight, which is very uncomfortable to wear. Later, after I refused many times, they compromised and wore the current one, with a coat on the outside and a slightly loose latex suit on the inside."

"It's definitely not as comfortable as an assassin's robe, right? I've always liked the clothing design of our organization, but the eagle's beak on the hood really attracted me. The person who designed that logo is really a genius... I remember his name was..."

"Aya... I think her name is this," the waiter helped recall, "I remember she was a master assassin of Sargon. At that time, our organization was still called the Invisible Ones."

"The prototype of the logo is the front of an eagle skull. At first, it didn't have the moon blades on the sides. It was modified over the next few generations before it became what it is now. By the way, I like the version by Master Edward the best. I use that version on my assassin robe, the black flag one."

"That's it!" The boss gestured with his hands, then sighed, "Your memory is still so good, but I'm starting to get confused..."

"Recently, I have even forgotten what happened when I was young, and I almost forgot why we left the organization in the first place, but what I still remember is that we did not abandon the creed until the end..."

"What is our motto... Nothing is real? What's the next sentence..."

"Everything is allowed." The waiter answered him, "Our creed is to follow our heart, but unfortunately I may not be able to abide by it... I don't know what I've been doing recently. After obtaining the power from the ruins, I use this boring place?"

"I just beat up a bunch of people I didn't like, but people called me a hero? They admired the power I wielded and praised my brutality, while when we did things that were truly worthy of praise in the past, people called us thugs? Why is that?"

During the conversation, the boss prepared another glass of wine. After handing the glass over, he did not directly answer the waiter's question, but recounted the past:

"In the early days of Colombia, there was no proper organization to maintain order, and various organizations rushed into this newly established country, like you from Sygra, me from Victoria, that woman from Lateran, and the Yan Country..."

"Everyone was fighting with others for their own desires. For a time, there was a turmoil all over Colombia. All kinds of evil deeds and thugs emerged one after another. Killing people in the streets and dragging people behind cars were commonplace. Compared with that time, now is simply a peaceful and prosperous time..."

"It can be said that Colombia was originally a paradise for criminals, and the more senior thugs realized that this was too primitive in the constant fighting, so [order] was born in this country. It's very strange... The original order was created by a group of lawless lunatics. But people all consciously abided by it, and society began to stabilize. Everyone could sleep well without worrying about someone breaking into the house and killing them in the middle of the night."

"Because of the stability of order, even the thugs have become respectable, dressed in suits and calling each other Mr. and Ms., but the things in their bones remain unchanged."

A glimmer of shrewdness flashed in the boss's cloudy pupils, as if his former spirit had returned.

"Did those high-ranking thugs do this because they had a change of heart? No... they just wanted to make it easier to reap the profits. Because chaos is unruly, but with order everything becomes convenient. So the thugs of the past and the politicians of today are not worthy of respect, and they all maintain order more or less out of selfish desires."

"Then the Colombian government's prohibition made us bastards a lot of money. The thugs realized that smuggling goods could make money faster than playing with swords and machine guns. Why risk your life when you can make a fortune by smuggling goods? Don't you agree? Want to do the same thing as before?"

The boss picked up his glass and winked at the waiter, "To the wealth that fine wine has bestowed upon us~"

The waiter picked up his glass and agreed:

"To fine wine, to brothers, to close friends, to great mentors~"

They clinked their glasses and said in unison:

"To the Creed! To freedom! To the Brotherhood!"

That’s all for today.

Volume 90: Chapter Chapter Bad File

Saria held a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She took off her earrings and other fancy accessories and put on her most decent clothes. At this moment, she stood silently in front of the ward, the place she had been to countless times.

After hesitating for a few minutes, she finally made up her mind. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The scene in front of her was the same as a few years ago, except that the man sitting on the bed looked much older than when they first met. The man looked at the door expectantly, but when he saw Saria, his eyes were full of doubts, and he blurted out:

"Who are you?"

A father actually asked who his daughter was. Saria was not surprised. Instead, she walked to the bedside and placed the bouquet on the bedside table. She said to her father:

"

Sir, your daughter asked me to give this to you. Her words are all on the card above..."

The father picked up the card on the bouquet with doubt, muttering, "This is indeed my daughter's handwriting... She said she would come to see me tomorrow?" He put the card back in its place after reading it, feeling a little frustrated, "These are all excuses. I know she definitely doesn't want to see me. She is ashamed of me..."

"No," Saria said to her father, "No daughter would be ashamed of their father...even if their father had done something to hurt them..."

"Oh~" The father looked up at her and tilted his head, as if he had noticed something, "For some reason I think you look a lot like my daughter... but she's younger than you, and she doesn't have blonde hair... I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense again."

The old man lowered his head again. "If you knew what I had done, you would definitely not say what you just said. I have never behaved like a father in front of my daughter. I am despicable and shameless... The reason I am lying here is because I participated in a robbery before, and I injured my head in the fight with the hero during the operation... The doctor said this may leave sequelae."

"You remind me of my father," Saria told him. "I used to hate him, thinking he was selfish and stupid and didn't love me at all... But he was in an accident and his brain was damaged, and his perception of time was impaired... He is trapped in the same day forever..."

"Oh... this is really..." Saria's father expressed sympathy, "He is so unfortunate."

"Every time I went to see him, he would forget what happened the day before and think that he had just woken up. No matter how he confessed to me or promised me, everything would start from scratch the next day... The future he longed for would never come. In those countless repetitions, I gradually realized that he still loved me..."

"It must be very hard, right?" Saria's father looked at the greeting card on the bouquet. "It's like a game crash. You know... the save function is broken, and the game is always repeating a certain part, and you can't proceed."

The two fell silent, each with their own thoughts.

"Will you lose patience with your father?" the father asked suddenly. His shrewd mind might have understood something, but there was no need to make it clear at this moment.

Even if he realizes the truth, what will happen? Even if he recognizes his daughter, what will happen? Tomorrow will still erase everything that happened today, and he will not remember anything. It's like a person racing against time, chasing yesterday's sun all day long.

“………………”Saria was silent, maybe.

At the beginning, she would visit him almost every two or three days. As time went by, it became once a week. After a while, it became once a month. Later, she killed the woman out of revenge and was imprisoned. It became once a year...

When was the last time I came here? I can't remember...

Maybe it's really as her father said, Saria will eventually lose to time, her feelings will be diluted by time, and finally she will lose the blood ties.

Did she really still love her father? Maybe she just needed an excuse to take revenge on that woman, to transform her love for her father into hatred, and to use that anger to drive herself to generate strength.

After all... she just wanted power... never because of love. What's the difference between her and a beast? She even used her father to gain more power...

"Let it go," her father said to her, "Your father certainly doesn't want you to be bound by him. You should have your own life and live for yourself!"

After he finished speaking, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I was a little self-righteous. If I were your father, I would say the same thing. Thank you for all your efforts. He will definitely thank you."

At that moment, an extremely complicated expression appeared on Saria's face, with emotions such as surprise, sadness, anger, relief, anger, and sorrow appearing one after another. Her eyes were a little moist, and she had to pretend to wipe her eyes.