Arknights, but the family has fallen again

But politically...

On the surface, Rhodes Island received the public support of Da Yan in the Qicheng incident, and also received the official "no objection" of Ursus in Otto's subsequent planning.

The current Laicun incident is just the opposite!

Politically risky!

too big!

"Before I make any decisions, I have a question."

"Along the way, many people have viewed us as fools wasting our time. But is Rhodes Island an idealistic organization?"

In fact, although the operators did not speak out, most people gave the answer in their hearts: yes.

Ott asked and answered himself: "I have discussed this question with others, and now I share my answer with you."

"No."

The operators looked at Otto in disbelief.

"We are realists. If the word 'dislike' isn't depraved enough, we can always add a prefix."

"We are cold-blooded realists."

"The world faces many problems: famine, war, oppression, massacres..."

“We turned a blind eye.”

The atmosphere gradually became depressing, and the operators even began to talk among themselves.

"Why do you say that, Doctor?"

"This is so unfair!"

"Wrong? The Doctor must be right!"

"Even doctors make mistakes! Like this time!"

Ott's face was expressionless, as if it were a matter of course, as if he were spouting the world's truth: "Because we are powerless to solve those problems."

"Solving that problem requires an era in which the average moral level is infinitely high and material resources are infinitely abundant."

“We can’t see that era, so we’re investing everything in the present.”

It is certainly not true that we should not do something just because one generation cannot do it.

Ott himself does not agree.

But he hated endless transplants, and even more so, he hated practicing Persian Sadism himself.

If, despite having received a great deal of material gifts, the Terran social sciences were unable to develop enough to pull themselves out of the quagmire...

"We focus all our efforts on the one problem we might be able to address: Originium disease."

“We gather all our energies and focus on all the suffering that has touched our hands.”

"Rhodes Island treats the infected not because we have lofty ideals, but simply because we are unable to cure Terra's stubborn illness."

"Rhodes Island focuses on the suffering of the present, not because we have a compassionate heart, but simply because we are unable to pursue a dreamlike tomorrow."

The operators were a little stunned.

They looked at Ott, wondering about one thing:

In your opinion, isn’t this idealism?

"Rhode Island will do what it can."

"everything!"

Otto said something and walked down the podium.

PRTS immediately took over the broadcast system: "All field operators, take your positions and prepare for a forced rescue."

The operators fell silent at first, and then those who wanted to rescue but dared not speak out, the "majority" of Rhodes Island, cheered, "Long live the Doctor!"

Chapter 288 Still Alive

When he failed to brake in time and crashed into a group of Caprini wearing white masks, Thor began to regret not listening to the advice of the in-car terminal.

But it was too late.

The front of the SUV was stuck between several jagged Originium crystals, looking like it was being bitten by a giant monster. The entire vehicle was squeezed into a ball of waste paper, looking shocking.

The remaining warlock removed the shield he had set up just in case and waved behind him.

Immediately, a guard used brute force to open the car door and pulled Thor out of the airbag.

Naturally, the Messenger of Scourge suffered greatly.

Even with the airbag protecting him, his lower body was swallowed by the twisted and deformed front of the car, and he was dragged out by the warlock guards, just like being bitten by a split beast (Note ①) on the thigh.

"Rhodes Island... a coat of arms I've never seen before." The warlock stroked the triangular emblem on the SUV and fell into deep thought.

The castle was a classic element of aristocratic heraldry, but the remnant warlock didn't recall seeing anything like it.

The warlock walked to a high ground close to the village and handed over the cruel, bloody and extremely dirty interrogation work to the guards.

Under the pure white mask, he stared at the village in the distance with the eyes of examining an object.

Another batch of fresh supplies, but we have to wait a while until the natural disaster matures them.

"Who sent you!?"

The guards understood and bent Thor's face to the ground, pressing it against the yellow sand.

The Elafia youth smiled bitterly, "Who sent me? For something you don't have!"

"Behave!" the guards growled and kicked Thor in the stomach.

"Ouch!" He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and said harshly, "My conscience!"

"It was my conscience that sent me!"

"Sir, there is something shining in the car!" a guard called out from a distance.

If the car's screen was still intact, he would have seen the words "Positioning Successful." But this human-computer interface had been destroyed by the warlock's violent "parking."

There were sparks of fire in the sky, and then there were continuous sounds like tearing cloth.

Da da da da da da!

The near-earth aircraft flew by at low altitude, and by the time the sound was heard, it was too late.

From the dark tube, what spewed out was more like a "cannonball" than a "bullet." Although it lacked direct explosive power, the kinetic energy it carried was comparable to that of small cannonballs from the past.

The warlock himself used his superb skills to instantly erect a shield, but half of the guards on the ground were wiped out by the mob remover.

So high!

The warlock had no time to care about his men. He was staring at the direction of the low-altitude aircraft through the shield of blurred light.

The "nearth" of a near-earth aircraft is based on the aircraft's judgment. For ordinary mortal practitioners, this altitude is simply hopelessly high.

No traces of surgery?

Columbia Tech?

No, Columbia is an automatic operation...

The aircraft passed again, leaving a thick smoke screen in its wake. The hazy shadow seemed to drop directly from the sky, slicing the other warlock guards who were caught off guard like melons and vegetables.

Thor tried hard to find the sound of fighting in the tinnitus, and tried to hide his body with the help of thick fog.

A steel prosthetic limb suddenly broke through the fog.

A deep and restrained voice sounded: "Is that you? The one who stole our car?"

The solid shield blocked Thor's view.

"Be careful not to get stepped on."

Apart from this place, noisy sounds were heard in the village, which was not peaceful but was indeed quite quiet.

"I knew it! You Scourge Messengers are all the same!"

"Ah! My..."

"let me go!"

Even if natural disasters are everywhere on earth, the probability of a disaster happening to a specific person is undoubtedly 100%. However, not everyone will encounter a natural disaster.

To them, there is actually no difference between the person who brings news of natural disasters and the person who brings natural disasters.

It seems that those professions that are responsible for contact with the dead are often shrouded in a haze of death in the long and twisted evolution of the times, and become synonymous with "filth" and "evil".

The Scourge Messengers were lucky; they didn't reach this point in most places.

not yet.

"You Rhodes Island! And that doctor! You're also beasts! My land!"

Boom!

"Don't insult the doctor!"

"And Rhodes Island!"

This ship.

Kelsey looked away.

She leaned against the railing and turned to look at Ott.

"Why don't you use a few more tricks and let those warlocks go around in front of the villagers?" Kal'tsit said dejectedly. "If it were you, you could do it, right?"

Ott raised his eyebrows: "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

"...This is a bit too embarrassing right now." She turned her head uncomfortably, not wanting Otto to see. "Besides, Rhodes Island's reputation... and your reputation, are both important assets."

Ott moved closer to Kal'tsit, close to her cat ears.

The hot breath blew on every hair and poured into her brain.

"We do what is necessary because it is within our ability."

long silence.

Kal'tsit shrank her neck and pushed Otto away in embarrassment.

"We're talking business!"

Otto's eyes were calm.

"It's not difficult to force these sorcerers to appear before the villagers and show off their might. But what will happen to the villagers? It's hard to predict."

"On the contrary, forcibly abducting villagers by force is an act that goes beyond common sense and can establish authority."

The despicable people took advantage of its external impact and started to speak one-sidedly.

Kelsey frowned: "This kind of authority is completely negative."

"But it's still authority." Ott said unconcernedly: "Negative authority is also easier to whitewash."

After saying that, he looked to the end of his sight.

Naturally, he could not see with his own eyes the arc connecting the sky and the earth, or the storm that was constantly devouring everything.

But the data he had obtained already told him that.

Along with the whistling yellow sand, the pitch-black crystal thorns will further damage this already fragile ecological land. And this increasingly desertified land will further spawn more sandstorms.

The constant exchange of natural disasters and Originium energy is destined to make this world "engraved in stone" unless someone reverses it.

hum.

Otto glanced at the terminal and saw that Vulcan had already responded.

"The operation is complete, both targets have been captured."

"Although the quality of the operators is relatively high," Otto turned around and said, "I hate testing people's hearts."

"Everyone, please go through the inspection and prepare for the aftermath."

"PRTS, notify the bridge to reset course."