In just a few minutes, the woman's real name and deeds have been distributed by the Ministry of Intelligence to all executioners from her first appearance more than ten minutes ago to now.
It's just not comprehensive. The records of activities in the past thousand years are all missing, and it is obvious that they deliberately avoid being included in the official information.
But is it really possible to hide? Thousands of years ago, it was okay, but a thousand years later, the Heart of Terra has begun to be put into operation.
Even though the functions of the Heart of Terra were not yet perfect at that time, and the road to evolution had just begun, its grasp of intelligence was still first-class, and it was not possible for a celebrity like the Thing King to be hidden to such an extent.
Do you have any capable teammates? Or is it that the Heart of Terra has been plotting against this unlucky guy for a long time?
The executor was making guesses in his mind and looked at the information again, feeling a little confused.
But he can be considered a celebrity, the kind who has been in history textbooks, and even for a top student like Omer, he is well known.
"Oh? The unlucky guy who was crushed by the leader of the People's Alliance in the first battle? Is he really from the Pit Star?" The young man was surprised, but he came to a completely consistent conclusion. After sighing, he waved his hand suddenly, "But it's not important. What we want is soldiers. Your speed!"
"Listen to me and send people to bet on these eight roads. If you can get more people to seal the air, that will be a 60% success rate! Think about it!"
"Think carefully!"
The young man, with a confidence that was still difficult for the executor to understand, seduced him: "Imagine how successful it would be to catch that woman?"
"Think about whether you can be promoted and no longer need to be arranged to supervise me?"
“Think of a future free of this meaningless work!”
"Are you a business devil!?" The executor's work quality destined him not to accept this kind of promotion.
"If you miss this village, there won't be this store. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, but the criminal's influence this time is extremely vicious, right? How many buildings have collapsed, and how many challengers have died?"
Xiao used reason in the past, but now Omo is moved by emotion.
"It even incited a large number of criminals in the city."
As he spoke, with a swipe of his finger, the map app was replaced by a browser, which was full of case news with shocking titles. The news sent time seemed to be fresh, the most recent one was even four minutes ago.
Then he turned back and looked at the executor again: "Wouldn't you feel tortured if you let me go even if I had the chance?"
"Is it possible that I can't sleep at night?"
"You can even put all the responsibility on me, saying that I didn't let you trust me, so I missed the opportunity to arrest her. If she causes any troubles and causes so many deaths, it's all my fault, right?" "Okay?" Shut up! If I fail, I will pass the responsibility on to you!"
Finally, the executor who lives in Bengbu yelled and grabbed the communicator and glared angrily at the noisy young man.
You can't do it either. Ao silently turned off screen sharing and switched to the web page.
Turn off the promotion page for the top 100 model executors on the two security bureau websites on the screen.
There was still a photo of the other party hanging on it. Fortunately, there were enough web pages, and the title of the web page was short enough, just "two". This wave of temporary checking of the other party's details did not attract the attention of the person involved at all.
I didn’t realize that I was being targeted.
Seeing that the executor was busy contacting his superiors and colleagues and had no time to talk to him, Omo, who was temporarily free, thought about it and searched for Bentham Caroline again.
He scanned the name's meager resume, trying to refine the route prediction he had just made.
The escape routes he mentioned before were not based on his knowledge of the woman, but simply studied the respective arrival routes of the star gates in Tianmen City.
As early as when he decided to take revenge, he first thought about what to do if his enemy ran away early, at least to find out the opponent's preferred route first.
Of course, even so, the other party might not take the usual path.
Like a subway route, or directly using some special ability to teleport, so even if there are more people, it only pushes the possibility to 60%, which is not ideal.
As for the natural "Pit Star people call King Airei to take him to run away" rough development, he did not consider it.
After all, the King of Hypa Ailei is currently being confronted by concentrated fire. If it can really accept the woman's order to join together, that is to transfer the firepower to it. If it wants to die like this, Omo will save trouble.
Just looking back at the route he had originally considered, he wanted to sigh again.
No matter how you look at it, it's still too hasty.
But there is nothing we can do.
He had only been preparing for less than two days. Who knew that it all happened so quickly. It would have taken more than ten or twenty chapters to write a novel, but it only happened in two days.
Is the pace of life in Tianmen City so tight? I'm starting to miss Jiemen District.
The premature nostalgia was cut off as soon as it emerged. Homare suppressed these thoughts and concentrated on scanning the ancient deeds of the Pitt star.
At first, this deed looks like the kind of old-fashioned light novel development of "traveling through the Middle Ages to become a villainous daughter, and relying on advanced technology to gather the natives to dominate the world". He traveled to the earth in his early years, and he is qualified to be recorded in the history books. Most of the time-travelers are of this starting type, and the plagiarism check rate is as high as that of papers on elemental energy.
But her subsequent life journey is very unique——
——During his debut in the troubled times when heroes were competing for hegemony, he directly bumped into the future first generation leader of the People’s Federation.
He was beaten to pieces, and there was no resistance at all.
Looking at the miserable deeds above, like "wielding reckless swordsmanship and then being knocked down with a stick by the future leader of the People's Federation", and the intermittent comebacks that followed, but they were just small splashes, Omo felt even a little pitiful.
Each record is basically no more than thirty words. It is so tenacious and yet so worthless.
Combined with the two observations of the woman in the exhibition hall before, Omo gradually built up a rather neurotic mental model in his mind.
He has little interest in winning people over, lacks some talent in farming development, and has no combat strategy. He can't do anything well, so he is given the first place for nothing, but his spirit is quite tenacious and he is quite persistent!
...I am super!
Omo was shocked when he thought of this.
He originally wanted to question the other party's arrogance, but now he feels that there are more question marks.
A player who has lived long enough and experienced enough, but has not made much progress and is always proud, makes him particularly confused.
I'm confused as to why I can face this kind of guy like a formidable enemy.
Then, in his confusion, someone tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he saw the executor handing out a terminal angrily:
"The frontier lighthouse talker."
"You two, let's talk."
