Terra Martial God and Merit System

"Director, what you mean is..." Hemer's heart moved.

"Terra United." Dorothy spat out four words.

“But they are not terrorists…”

"You've been blinded by what the media is promoting." Dorothy shook her head. "That's right. You can't see the truth at your level."

"Come see me tonight at eight o'clock." She handed Hemer a business card. "The choice is yours."

"I won't hurt you."

Dorothy said nothing more and turned away, leaving Homer holding the business card in a daze.

It took her some time to sort out her thoughts, and then she heard Joyce beside her speak -

"Warning, time has expired. Timeout period - 8 minutes."

"Oh no!" Hemer pulled Joyce up, "Let's go quickly!"

..........

"Hemer, you're late." Parvez's cold eyes projected onto Hemer through the lenses.

"Do you know your current situation?"

"So many people are vying to join my research group. Do you know why I chose you?"

"You know I made this choice despite the pressure of you being infected..."

Hemer didn't dare to refute, she just lowered her head obediently and accepted her own "punishment".

However, in my mind, other thoughts were growing as fast as weeds.

..........

Dorothy's office at 8 p.m.

"You are here as expected." Dorothy looked at the two people in front of her.

Their appearance was expected.

Dorothy had just taken some time to investigate Parvis, and what he did was pretty much the same as what she thought. Pua, or in more academic terms - 'manipulative psychology'.

No one wants their life to be controlled by others. If there is another choice, Dorothy knows what Homer will choose.

"You said you would give me the truth. Where is the truth?" Hemer tried to remain tough, but when she chose to come over, her momentum weakened.

"The truth. This is the truth." Dorothy handed over the information she had compiled.

She just roughly sorted it out, and the main content was the promotional material of Terra United.

Hemer looked at the information in his hand and his eyes gradually widened.

The above treatment and situation...cannot be said to be very good, only too good.

Eight-hour workday, monthly vacation, and various awards and allowances.

"The data analysis is complete. Terra United's promotional content is 264% better than our current situation." Joyce said on the side.

"This...is this true?" Hemer asked incoherently.

“It’s true,” Dorothy said. “Although it’s propaganda, I believe these words are true.”

"But why don't I know? The news didn't mention it..." Hemer stared blankly at the information in his hand.

"The news can't possibly say that." Dorothy shook her head. "If it did, many people would leave for Terra Union."

"So the government must keep this news secret and not let it spread."

"This... this is not open and transparent at all." Hemer said angrily, "If I had known this earlier, maybe..."

"Hemer, what do you think the government thinks you are?" Dorothy suddenly laughed. "A diligent researcher? Devoted to the development of science and technology?"

"Come on. In the eyes of those government officials, you are just a leek."

"Do you think that you are different from others just because you went to college and learned knowledge? No...you are still the same."

"For them, there's no need to care about a small researcher. As long as they allocate some money to the university, people like you will continue to emerge during the graduation season."

"This is Colombia, a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones."

"Why...why are you telling me this?" Hemer was a little flustered. She felt that the 'Director Dorothy' in front of her was unusual.

"I gave you one choice," Dorothy answered. "Now you know the other choice."

"How about we make a deal?"

"I'll help you get to Terra Union. But in return, you need to do me a favor."

"What help?" Hemer was a little tempted.

"Find someone."

“This person shouldn’t be simple, right?”

"Don't worry, whether you find it or not, I will send you there first. I said I won't hurt you."

"Listen carefully, this person is called 'Luo Chen'..."

Chapter 275: Team Rutland, go there! (Seeking monthly tickets!)

Rutland

On top of the cathedral

"The war is over. Pope."

"It's over." The man who answered was wearing a loose white robe with red lines on it. This outfit, combined with his long beard and white hair, made him look extremely holy.

Evangelista XI, the current Pope of the Lateran.

"The disputes on earth continue. Frictions, conflicts, wars... never stop." The Pope sighed. "What a terrible world."

"Pope, this is not what we are concerned about right now." The purple-haired cardinal of the Lateran Vatican, a Sakota, said with a frown.

“This war is unusual.”

"I commissioned a mercenary to buy a video from the black market." She turned on a projection device, "Please take a look."

"squeak--"

An image appears on the screen.

The person who took this video was obviously very nervous, and the screen was shaking all the time.

The image showed an ordinary-looking plain with a group of people in Ursus military uniforms advancing.

It's just that there's something wrong with these people's mental state. They're all suspicious and walk in a twisted way.

"Bang!" A loud noise broke the silence.

One of the men in the team fell to the ground and fell asleep. The remaining soldiers immediately scattered and searched for cover.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunfire continued and the soldiers fell down before they had run far.

The cameraman's nervous breathing can be heard in the video, and he is obviously very surprised by this situation.

"....." At this time, footsteps were heard all around.

A group of fully armed soldiers appeared, but their camouflage was so perfect that their original appearance was basically unrecognizable.

What is noteworthy is the weapons they hold.

That is——a gun!

"The enemy has been completely wiped out. We are cleaning up the battlefield." The leading soldier said, "Hurry up, move to the next attack site..."

The recording is over.

"Are any of us involved in this war?" the Pope asked.

"Yes." Valerie replied, "But not much. And... these people holding the 'guns' have no aura at all. They are not Sakota."

"Wait until you finish watching the next video..."

She adjusted it and started playing the next image.

If the previous one was still acceptable, this one is a bit inappropriate for children.

At the beginning of the film, a Sarkaz appears.

This is a very stereotypical Sarkaz - stocky and muscular.

However, this Sarkaz was not like his fellow mercenaries, charging forward with a broadsword.

He was wearing heavy armor and holding an exaggeratedly large gun in his arms.

“Dong dong dong dong!!!”

Flashes of fire kept flashing at the muzzle of the gun, and under the huge recoil, the Sarkaz let out bursts of roars.

And in front of him, the enemies disappeared like snowflakes.

The deaths were...miserable. Some were beaten beyond recognition.

The video ends here.

Although it was short, the shock it gave people was endless.

A Sarkaz... holding a gun that only Shakota has, is killing crazily...

Even the craziest Sakota would never dream of such a scene, but it really happened.

So....real....

"Is that really a gun?" The Pope frowned.

As the Pope, he has studied the Sakota very carefully, especially their "Guardian Gun". The first image may not be clear. But this one...

Judging from the condition of the gun when it was fired...it's not a gun at all.

"At least it looks like that." Valerie replied.

"We believe... this force must have discovered some technology."

"I have created a gun that does not require Originium technology."

"A gun that doesn't require Originium techniques... interesting."

"Your Holiness, this is not a question of whether it's interesting or not." Valerie sighed, "What should we do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"A gun! That's our unique weapon." Willlif bit her lip, "It's so easy for them to mass-produce it now..."

"What do you want to do?" the pope asked. "Get them to hand over this technology? What are you dreaming about?"

"At least we can't let them defile the 'gun' like this..."

"Don't dwell on this." The Pope sighed. "You know it yourself. It only looks like a gun, but it's not a gun."

“But I still feel…”

"Violence cannot solve the problem." The Pope took out a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. "The reason why the Holy City stands here is not because of a simple 'gun'."

"Because of the law, because of unity, because we..."

"Finally...Valliv, what reasons are you going to use to convince the other party?"

"Believe me, you can't come up with anything that will satisfy him."

"Are we just going to stand by and watch?" Williv said helplessly, "Watch them holding our signs and starting a bloodbath?"

"Eat some candy first, relax, and we'll talk later."

The Pope did not answer her question immediately, but took out a small golden box, opened it and handed it to her.

It is full of round candies, colorful and very beautiful.

"....." Weierlifu picked up one and put it in her mouth. After holding it for a while, her brows relaxed. "Which dessert shop's new product is this? The cherry flavor is so real?"

"Oh, let me see." The Pope flipped the box in his hand and read: "Room 2, Building 3, No. 201, Gongren Street, Taiping District, Kamsko."