"First of all, you need to find some people in this mine who are as eloquent as yourself and can encourage others with words."
"Eh?" Yelena's eyes widened: "But that's not what you just told me. You asked me to encourage more people who may not be satisfied with the current environment."
"Yes, that is the most basic job content of the position of political commissar, but Yelena, you are the first one to be...
Well, the first talented player I discovered, I hope you can have the courage to stand at the front and take on greater responsibilities.
After all, how many people can you encourage by yourself?
So, you have to find someone who can do it with you. "
"Can I do it?"
"Okay, I'll ask someone to help you!"
Wu Ke looked at the rabbit-eared girl seriously, with expectations and confidence in her in his eyes.
Yelena was deeply touched. No one had ever had such strong expectations for her. It was like a great responsibility from heaven, which made her feel a heavy sense of responsibility. Her little face turned red, and she changed from "I will try my best" to The transformation of 'I will definitely work hard to complete the task'.
Wu Ke brought her to an unknown black-armored shield guard, grabbed the acquaintance who wanted to leave, and explained the task Bodrokas had given him.
The guerrillas are everyone's guerrillas, so what Bodrokas asked him to do should be done here in the mine. Everyone has the responsibility to help complete it, especially the bodyguards around Bodrokas.
When someone is given a great responsibility from heaven, he must first deceive his mind, divert his attention, and make the other party think that this is a responsibility like a mission.
Although he was not very skilled at what he did, Wu Ke still outsourced his task of finding a political commissar to someone with the ability, and he never acted as a middleman to make a profit.
"Don't worry, your words and deeds are all in the eyes of Your Excellency Bozokasti. The guerrillas will never underestimate everyone's efforts. Your actions will eventually bring happiness to many people."
Wu Ke resembles some of the most ideological political commissars in history. He patted the Black Armored Shield Guard on the shoulder, as if the organization valued you, just like making Yelena's face flush. The Black Armored Shield Guard I couldn't help but tremble in his hands, as if I was resisting a heavy task and couldn't help but be excited.
After handing over the task to capable people, Wu Ke came to his room in the mine and sorted out his wallet.
This is a real wallet, rolled up with windproof linen. Inside the big bag, there are stacks of bright Longmen coins neatly stacked.
Political commissars always have to have a core ideological program. Regarding this, Bozhuokasti didn't have much idea. Wu Ke didn't understand it deeply, so he wasn't very clear about it either.
Therefore, he planned to find help from someone with deep understanding and clear mind.
The tool man...well, he means the strategist. When you are in doubt, you should ask the dog-headed strategist first. It is always right to stabilize the rhythm.
Xibolier is a professional (probably), so if you ask the other party's opinion, Wu Ke will know what he thinks.
At the same time, there was Tallulah - Miss Longshou Tower - who was making clothes for him, since she was already a companion.
Wouldn't it be natural for three people from the same organization to work together to handle the organization's external affairs?
As the saying goes, a fence has three stakes and one Super Stooge, how can it be compared to two Stooges plus one Super Stooge?
"These should be enough, right?"
Wu Ke looked at the money, which was almost a small amount, and he was going to take it back to use as organizational funds.
When Xiboril communicated with him alone, she always revealed that life in her own tribe was not easy. The main reason was that without her as the backbone, it would be impossible for a group of people to live in the North.
As the founder of the organization, Wu Ke believes that he must be considerate of the hard work of the members of the organization.
"As a settlement fee and life money, this should be enough!" Wu Ke left the room muttering.
. . . .
After sleeping long and hard at night, the light in Xiboril's room was still on.
As a military advisor...
Um?
He is the leader of the hunting team!
It was normal for her to work overtime in order to get rewarded for her performance.
The housekeeper of Viscount Normans found her and another member of the security team who were responsible for investigating the incident in private, and openly told them the promise made by the Viscount. As long as anyone found the stolen money and caught the prisoner, whoever You can get one-twentieth of that money as reward!
This is a 50-50 split between Viscount Normans and the man who captured the prisoner, and the total reward is 17 million dragon gate coins.
Let me ask, which prisoner on today's reward list has such a high price?
Even if the guerrilla leader in the snowy field, the former Imperial Army Captain Bozo Kasti, had a bounty of only nine million.
But now if you catch a thief, you can almost double the reward. This is really pie in the sky!
However, the criminal who committed the theft this time is not so easy to catch...
Sitting in front of his desk, facing the traces of crimes recorded on a table of papers, Xibolier had been thinking hard all night.
The thief this time was not the same type as Tuxue Wuhen. On the contrary, the other party left a large number of criminal traces that could be called evidence at every place where they stole.
Originally, if this was the case, it shouldn't be very difficult to track down the prisoner, but the matter of tracing got stuck here.
Because those traces of crime only appear in the vault of each household, but there are no traces outside the vault.
The criminal's method of stealing was simple and crude. He quietly used some kind of melting device to destroy the door of the vault without being noticed by the owner, and then almost ostentatiously looted all the financial items inside.
With his eyes closed, Xiboril simulated the faceless prisoner in his mind, committing unscrupulous theft, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
Swish, brush, brush...
The quill in Xiboril's hand was used to write down on the paper some of the information she had deduced after deepening her deduction.
After taking a break after writing, Xibolier frowned again and seriously thought about the information he had written.
The tip of the quill pen was scratched under the first sentence [The prisoner should be a master criminal].
"No trace of the other party's arrival or departure was found, which shows that the other party has the ability to cover up traces of his own actions.
But at the location of the vault, the other party’s traces had no intention of covering up. This shows that the other party knew that the traces of breaking the vault door could not be covered up, so they resorted to the simplest and crudest method to leave a large number of criminal evidence at the vault site. evidence.
And it is often this kind of direct criminal evidence that is most likely to confuse investigators! "
Xiboril wrote [misleading] and [inducing] after the first one because she was not sure she also added [? 】.
"This is indeed a cunning and sophisticated thief!"
Xibo Lier was a little emotional.
"But no matter how cunning the prey is, it can still escape the pursuit of clever hunters."
Xiboril was very confident in himself, and the tip of the quill in his hand slid to the second piece of deduction information.
Putting aside the interference of unnecessary evidence and only considering the criminal's criminal methods, how did the other party transport the heavy property without leaving any trace?
It has been snowing for the past two days. Considering that it can be transported out without leaving any trace, the people inside may use the main entrance to leave where the snow is cleared every day.
However, there is another possibility, which is to use a pulley rope to transport the stolen goods to a distant place with a height difference, and then deal with the traces outside.
But there is one last possibility, and that is...
Prisoners can fly!
"Dong dong dong~"
Looking out the window in front of the desk, the person who was knocking politely on the window of her room felt like her brain was a little fried, and she seemed to have an accurate answer in her heart.
. . . .
"What are you doing, so focused that you didn't even respond to me knocking on the window for so long?"
Wu Ke walked into the room through the window with the wind and snow outside, and casually put the wallet on his back on the ground next to him, and came over to look at Xiboril's desk with some curiosity.
"Viscount Normans asked me to investigate the culprit of a large-scale theft that occurred in the city yesterday."
The corners of Xiboril's eyes twitched, and she saw that the outside of the dropped package had a pattern of a certain family's emblem printed on it. It happened to be the stable curtain of a certain family whose vault had been stolen, and she felt that she had solved the case.
"Let's talk about business."
Wu Ke is ready to get straight to the point.
"I do not have time."
But before he could say anything, Xiboril politely refused.
"Look, I still have to investigate the thief. Viscount Normans personally told me about this matter. If I don't do it well, I may lose his trust.
My clan has thousands of mouths, and all of them have to rely on us clan members outside to work hard. As the young clan leader, I have the most important responsibility. I have to make money to support the family. "
After many contacts, Xiboril has figured out Wu Ke's character and knows that the other person is not someone who will kill others at will, so when he said this rejection, although he was a little scared, he still said it completely out.
The robbery of materials can be said to be a public matter, but the theft of the vault is a private matter. Viscount Normans will not be interested in the former, but it is simply a joke and impossible for the latter to give up when the other party has suffered great losses.
If the other party wants to help solve this problem by himself, Xiboril doesn't think he has the ability to do it.
"You don't need to check, I did this. Those people are bad guys with evil hearts and make evil money. I took away their ill-gotten gains. This is called robbing the rich to give to the poor. I will use their money to , use it on those who need it.”
Wu Ke said directly.
Xiboril was about to say something else when he saw Wu Ke open the 'wallet' next to him, revealing a small Dragon Gate Coin.
"For example, we can fund our organization's activities, pay a salary to the dog-headed military advisor like you who makes suggestions, and provide living expenses to those who work for the organization."
Looking at the trivial Dragon Gate Coin, the words that Xiboril was planning to refuse were stuck in his throat and could not be uttered. Even if he finally spit it out, his appearance changed.
"Your Majesty the Righteous SB, just tell me what you have to say. As long as I, Xiboril, can do it, no matter whether I go up the snowy mountains or go down into the icy sea, I will not blink. Whoever blinks will be a puppy!"
The person opposite was too generous, and the trivial Dragon Gate Coin was too fragrant. It was so fragrant that Xiboril could forget what he had just said about his lack of ability.
As the saying goes, no matter how bold a person is, how productive the land is, their Ennuo clan was a famous bandit group in the snowy plains in the past.
Wu Ke was very satisfied with Xibo Lier's attitude, and sighed in his heart that the interests that were hanging on were indeed the driving force for people. He told the female second lieutenant Wolf Ears about his plan to compile a book on the core thoughts of the guerrilla political commissar.
After listening, Xibolil was in a daze: "Aren't you here to solve the theft problem?"
Wu Ke was a little strange: "Why should I solve this matter? No one can find me. Even if they can find me, can they beat me?
If human nature wasn't complicated, I wouldn't be able to tell who is the bad guy who deserves to be beaten to death and who is the person who shouldn't be beaten to death.
When I go to get the money, wouldn't it save me trouble and worry if I give each of them a fist of justice to the previous owners of the money? "
Xiboril was a little cracked, what this man said made sense.
It is powerful, maneuverable, can fly, and can be so willful.
This night, Wu Ke spent this night in Xiboril's room.
Leave before dawn.
Before leaving, he left behind half a small amount of prostitution money.
After all, you can't use the other person's brain for nothing.
However, Xibo Lier's brain is not worth half a cent, but the extra money in it is put here first to provide funds for activities when he wants the other party to do something for him in the future!
. . . .
During the day, Wu Kefei went high up in the world to bask in the sun.
He has become accustomed to resting in this way to replenish his physical strength and energy.
"Zizzi..."
Twelve days later, Xiao Guangqiu contacted him for the second time.
"It's so hard to be a human being. Why do you have to go to class, why do you have to ride a bike to drive your sister, why do you have to eat, why do you have to take a shower..."
Once connected, the little light ball of justice was complaining.
As a system member, it doesn't want to experience life at all.
"In the end what happened?"
Wu Ke asked without knowing why.
"I tell you……"
The little ball of light of justice talks about himself and his experiences in his world.
He listened to the Holy Book in class, controlled his leg muscles to ride a bicycle to carry his sister, used chopsticks to move his mouth while eating and controlled his expression to keep his face from falling, took a shower after Wu’s mother asked him to, and by the way, he also experienced how to change back to his original self after the core of his life essence left. The normal excretion behavior of a normal person’s body…
In short, for the little ball of light of the system family, the experience after temporarily becoming a human is very bad, similar to the situation when a normal person's body muscles become sore after running ten kilometers with a heavy load.
"The consciousness connector is just a piece of shit. The profiteer also told me that it is a thing that can perfectly experience cross-race linking. As a result, the link can be connected, but it requires me to control every part of your human body?! "
"You know when you go to the toilet, I control your sphincter... Uh, this is too harsh, forget it, I won't say it anymore, how are you doing there?"
The little light ball of justice complained for a while, finally regained its senses, and asked about the situation here.
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