Arknights, but the family has fallen again

They lack bargaining power and are ignorant. Even if they disagree with their wages, including food, they find it difficult to resort to violence like adult workers...

In Victorian times, London workers were living machines with an average lifespan of five years.

By the way, this is also the core competitiveness of Britain in defeating the Netherlands in industrial production - Britain has always been inhumane when it is not being human.

And "Victorian Britain" is the prototype of the Victorian Empire.

In this era, is the use of child labor and child soldiers something worthy of criticism?

You're criticizing this too? That's too much! You're simply going against the grain of the entire world!

There must be something wrong with you.

Tsk.

Although she remained noncommittal about child labor and child soldiers, Warfarin still sarcastically remarked, "Dr. Ott, your final turn was quite abrupt."

Kal'tsit shrugged, and Ott turned lightly, facing the direction of Rhodes Island's advance, and stepped on the railing.

Cat was facing Warfarin head on and said, "Those serious adults make better filler babies."

Overlapping words, disgusting.

"They're all Chernobogs, speak the same language, are more hostile to the Reunion Movement, and are relatively well-developed. As citizens, their literacy is passable, and I can barely find enough NCOs to relieve the pressure of micromanagement on me."

Huafalin countered, "But most of them have just been infected, and their physical fitness has dropped sharply. Even if their Originium skills are enhanced, they will ultimately be of little use after the compromise."

"It doesn't matter, as long as they can still pull the trigger."

Essentially, by then, these Ursusians would be mere extensions of the Ott military strategy, two-legged pawns. As long as their bodies could still carry the LPG backpacks and their hands could still wield the Winter Soldier, operating them would simply be a matter of expending energy.

But the problem remains: forcibly manipulating another person's body can have quite negative, permanent effects on the victim.

Depending on the level of resistance, it can be as minor as temporary hypoglycemia or as serious as roasted brain kernels.

As for how Otto verified this... Remember that Rhodes Island essentially seized the right to dispose of infected prisoners?

They were more than happy to "voluntarily" participate in the experiment in exchange for a substantial reduction in sentence...

Of course, considering that he is leading a very moral and principled group, Otto also intends to stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at others in the future. At present, the most serious sequelae of the prisoners are only amnesia, high blood pressure and mental abnormalities.

For the Terrans who are now in a cesspool, this level of damage is not considered a big deal.

Just one moment you were making fun of Kal'tsit for using child labor and child soldiers, and now you're violating scientific research ethics, right?

Scum.

At this moment, what Otto actually revealed was his deep indifference towards the Terrans.

He could still show affection to individual Terrans (mainly the beast-eared girls), but when faced with a large group of Terrans, he completely ignored them...

The only thing that prevented him from further experiments was the expectation of greater benefits.

"But the Originium gun weapon... forget it, you must have planned for it, right?" Huafalin said helplessly.

Kal'tsit nodded, and Ott continued, "I've already prepared the military manual. It's on my desk in Rhodes Island. Just go to my office and get it."

At the same time, in his office on Rhodes Island, Otto was quickly writing an email specifically for Warfarin on his office terminal. When Blood Demon got the manual, he would naturally see this email.

Kal'tsit waved her hand.

On the display screen, the huge "Prohibited" icon disappeared and the elevator door slowly closed.

"At this point, I'm no longer surprised by such things." Huafalin shook her head.

As for the Blood Demon, she was unable to take a single step outside from beginning to end.

Kelsey let out a long sigh and said, "Is this also part of your plan, Doc Otter?"

Ott didn't answer directly. He said, "You always have unrealistic expectations for long-term plans, expecting someone to have a plan and handle everything."

"No, anyone can do it. It's just that this time it happened to be her."

Email is another matter.

"The Chernobogs and the Reunion already have a blood feud, but it's better to let them fight it themselves." Ott said abruptly.

This sentence is not closely related to the previous text.

But Kelsey still grasped the point. She asked, "Is this the reason you used to convince them?"

They were the Ursus refugees that Warfarin was about to train. Of course, Otto had sent Warfarin on this mission primarily to free her from Kal'tsit's retaliatory appointment and keep her for his own use...

"The vast majority of Chernobog people still remain within that abandoned city."

Revenge, a slogan as inflammatory as the Black Snake's integration movement.

It only takes a little bit of passion for them to respond to Otto's invitation to visit their heart with a simple "yes".

But to be honest, Otto still wants to take it easy.

It would be great if the situation could be advanced to the point where he no longer needed to micro-manage.

Kel'tsit warned, "If you're unwilling to let the operators take risks and try to overwhelm Koschei, who is using Drake's body, by sheer numbers, then there won't be enough people left to keep Che City going."

A long and difficult sentence, right?

Ott was a little confused: "When did I ever say that we should overwhelm the leader unit with numbers?"

Although it is not the same Terra, but facing this situation, the best way is still beheading.

Next door on Terra, even the Tyranids have been corrupted by the tactics of the Galaxy, and have developed specialized troops dedicated to decapitation...

"That's good."

Kal'tsit looked out into the distance and saw that the gigantic structure with a permanent population of four million had already pierced the horizon.

Ott is there now.

A different kind of expectation gradually emerged.

"Don't even think about looking at each other from a distance." Ott said, "I'm still working in the office."

Although Maomao said nothing, her suppressed sense of loss still reached Otto's heart.

"……Alright alright."

Otto stretched himself.

He originally wanted to look out the window to fool Kal'tsit.

But after some hesitation, he took some time and walked down from the upper level of the office.

After looking at the setting sun for a few times, Otto found the direction from which Rhodes Island was coming.

The two of them looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

Kal'tsit's ears twitched, and an uncontrollable smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"It's true. We've come a long way." Otto said with emotion.

"My Lord... For the sake of your health, you should increase the amount of exercise." The nun took Otto's left arm and took the initiative to speak.

Ott looked at the nun helplessly: I'm not saying it's really far.

Chapter 97 What?! The Imperial Guards can hire from outside!?

"Brother Jie? Why are you still here at this hour? Did you close your stall so early today?"

A regular customer asked on the roadside.

Most of Ji's skills were taught by Uncle Dong, and when it comes to making scale balls, some would even say he's surpassed his master. Even though his menacing appearance has always attracted strange rumors, his scale ball stall is always full of regular customers.

"I found a job."

Not long ago, Uncle Dong kept saying something like "Whether I can be honest and upright depends on this time", and with a rare tough attitude, he "forced" Jie to apply for a job at the Rhode Island Office in Longmen.

But what surprised Jie was that they were actually recruiting chefs.

The young man from Liberi in the office didn't even ask for Jie's resume. He simply asked his name and hired him... This made Jie wonder if Uncle Dong had enough influence.

Frankly speaking, since the Rhodes Island main ship was almost here, the free clinic wasn't short of cooks. Speaking of prestige, the Rat King certainly had it. But Otto recruited Ji because of his... knife skills.

Pompeii is also an infectious organism.JPG

"Really? Brother Jie? Doesn't that mean we won't be able to eat your scale balls anymore?"

"I'm the chef in the cafeteria, so it's not that serious."

"Oh! Not bad!" The man said politely and said goodbye: "Goodbye!"

He was being polite because he hadn't even asked which cafeteria it was. He was just a regular, after all. If there weren't any scale balls, there were plenty of other vendors in the slums. He could just go somewhere else!

Ji agreed, and within a few steps, he and the regular customer had separated. One of them headed deeper into the slums, while Ji looked up indifferently, gazing at the neon lights of the city.

"Clean and upright... Was there anything wrong with me before?" He muttered, heading towards a street with more... more people.

Longmen, a prominent border city with an official population of four million, is known for its international character. But now that its doors are open, it's not just about attracting glitz and glamour.

Seriously speaking, despite the lack of solid evidence, this may be the district with the worst public security in all of Da Yan...

Amidst the bustling crowd and dark alley, some strange noises caught Jie's ears.

And that drone also turned its attention there.

"...Don't bully the weak... Show me the Double Blade Eight Slashes Technique!"

The neon lights in the city reflect the outline of the clouds in the night sky, but no matter how much they reflect, they cannot escape the color given to them by the night.

In the alley, Fu Ruihu Niang, who was dressed unusually unrestrainedly, knocked down several thugs to the ground with just three punches and two kicks.

From a certain perspective, she was wearing a cheongsam that was slit to the bottom of her chest. From the light curtain, two powerful tiger legs were put on trouser legs that were almost like stockings, pretending to be serious.

Because the color of her clothes blends in with her tiger fur, her unrestrained nature cannot be seen at first glance.

But the person who was rescued from the predicament by Tigress fled without looking back.

The light was dim and Ji could only see vaguely that it seemed to be a woman.

Women, thugs, alleys...

Jie shook his head and waved his hand, saying, "Huai Hu."

Tigress relaxed her stance and said, "Brother Jie, it's you."

She was just about to take action.

Huai Hu...or rather, the entire Li Detective Agency, are Dong Bo and Jie's loyal customers.

Huai Hu knelt on one knee, reached out to check the thugs' breath, and asked casually, "Why, haven't you gone to the stall yet?"

Jie scratched his head and said, "I quit. Uncle Dong found me a class to attend—a free clinic in the slums these past two days."

Give it to me, not help me.

It seems that he is not very interested in this kind of thing right now.

"Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals?" Huai Hu turned around suddenly.

This startled Ji, and he asked, "What's wrong? Such a big reaction."

"...The office has been full of information about them these past two days, and I'm a little stressed."

"Is there anything you can tell me?" Ji asked after hesitating for a moment.

"But it's possible. After all, most intelligence is collected from public channels. But, Brother Jie, what are you going to do?"

After confirming that the thugs were still alive, Huaihu made them sit against the wall like dolls.

Even if the intelligence itself is collected from public channels, wild intelligence scattered across various public sources and intelligence specially compiled by professionals are two different concepts.

To put it in an analogy, the former is the stem of the application problem, and the latter is almost the process of solving the problem.

"The canteen chef."

"The Minister of the Ministry of Rites is also the chef in the canteen." Huai Hu left the alley and came under the lights.

She explained: "Although it has not been officially announced, this company is about to take over the defense of the favelas."

"What?"

"They're pretty much...Longmen's special security force for the slums."