Is the Evil God Me?

Chapter 618: 1 All rights belong to

"On the whole, the overall power of Xiacheng District is intertwined and mixed, and a small gang leader can even have contact with four or five masters. If we correct and compensate these interest chains in a normal way, for us, it is normal business activities. Within the range, the price will be unbearably high, choosing to compromise to take over the Xiacheng District, for [Liaoyuan Commune], it will be a poisonous insect entangled in a steady stream of blood-sucking."

Combining various opinions, examining the actual situation, consulting professionals, and having a bold prediction for the future, Lynn gave an unusually pertinent and sharp comment on the current situation in Xiacheng District.

"Backing off will only invite covetousness."

Yuri hit the nail on the head, and he was a tough guy himself.

If it's not hard-bone, help the ruling class to say good things, isn't it good to get some benefits? He was kicked and kicked, and he was in a state of flux. In the harsh natural environment of the Romans, if they just gave in and survived, they would have been wiped out by those monsters hundreds of years ago, and the erect ape could not grow up at all, so the Romans were born with the blood of struggle in their bones. , lit with cold wind and spirits, can burn dazzlingly in this world. .

As a digression, the demigods born in the Roman Kingdom are generally recognized as strong in the epic records.

"The problem has now been raised, what's next to solve it?"

Yuri took the draft of Lynn's writing and drawing.

Just a glance at him made him laugh.

Man, there's a lot of stuff on it. Stim's developed and complex underground tunnels, many of which are smugglers, also involve horse-drawn carriages and the like. It is foreseeable that in the early stage of mechanized transportation, there will be protection and obstruction from those who lose interests, just like textiles. The weavers would smash the machines, as they were introduced in the earliest days.

In addition, it is the distribution of different gang forces in Xiacheng District and the supporters behind them, as well as a rough survey of land information in Xiacheng District, this quarter's grain price model evaluation report, and Lynn also made a special trip to the city for this report. Government offices and civil servants talked nonsense for a long time, and there was a poll about the opening of a new factory in Xiacheng District. In addition, there was a friendly offer from Sophia about exposing, gang culture and structure by means of gang industry.

Lin En, who was almost overloaded with a dog's brain, had been working hard all day, and he clearly remembered that he had drawn a full sixteen tubes of pen and ink, and almost did not harden Yuri's fist, who was still struggling in life.

It was late at night.

Lin En didn't plan to go back tonight, so he asked Wen Yating to send a message to the eldest sister, Sophia. He won't be going home tonight, and he will have a long talk with the big bald head.

In fact, it is just writing something with a lamp in the study.

Two men, a table in the study, a flickering gas lamp, one is the son of an ordinary businessman, and the other is a poor and rundown household. Sometimes it can only be said that the history is always strikingly similar.

"Since normal means can't solve the problem, we can only use the most direct and brutal means."

"But if the current method is too violent, will [Liaoyuan Commune] be forcibly targeted? If we expose our target too early, I'm afraid the fire won't be able to ignite."

"Then it depends on the reason for using the means. Don't forget my identity, ahem... I'll talk about it later. I have to talk to Bill about this."

"I don't worry about your work."

"Trust me better than trust in discipline."

There was a dispute between the merchant's son and the poor settlement. They seemed to be naturally compatible in this aspect. Taking advantage of the opportunity of opening the base in the Xiacheng District of [Liaoyuan Commune], they had a great deal of insight into the commune's internal organizational structure, system and implementation. The concepts have been sorted out.

The conversation between these two not quite loud figures, in this snowy night, followed by the unsteady lights and brilliance, burrowed into their struggles. Sometimes the swishing sound of the pen across the paper is the main theme, and sometimes the red-faced quarrel is a frozen picture. The brilliance in the eyes of the two men is brighter than the lights.

at the same time.

When the tip of the pen landed on the scratch paper, in the distant and magnificent astral world, in the deep area that has never been touched by human beings, even the matter is in the extremely chaotic viscous and chaotic area. Suddenly, there was a long and doubtful voice, and then a strong disturbance rhythm ripple shot out from the deepest part.

The message contained in this ripple key is like a fish, happily traversing through all kinds of rapidly changing spirituality and chaotic matter, and finally leaping high as if it had passed through the water.

At the moment when it jumped up, a nearly transparent arm suddenly grabbed it.

In an instant, three pairs of wings that were as clear as fixed pure water suddenly unfolded, presenting a sphere with multiple hands and multiple eyes. The angels with wings appearing in mythical postures released radiation like a blazing sun, rapidly destroying the originally stable environment around them. Chaos, UU reading www.uukanshu.com in the meantime, there are many substances that have become the newly dropped residues of the astral world, and I don't know who will pick them up.

After the angel grasped the information, the three pairs of wings suddenly closed, and all the eyes that were engraved with complex runes converged.

"The oracle of the sages, there is nothing in fate."

With the fluttering of the angel's wings, this message is like ink that has been tapped into clear water, and it is rapidly spreading in all directions.

"Another uncontrollable thing appeared?"

[Mr. Umbrella], who was strolling in the capital of Albion, raised his head suspiciously.

"Fate..."

Stim, holding a wine glass, a hint of cunning flashed in the eyes of the ambassador with the wind and sand on his face, as if he had glimpsed something interesting.

"Void is also an opportunity."

Churches all over the continent dedicated to the "Daughter of the Cup", those believers who worship day and night, have observed the beautiful blindfolded images or murals. The human incarnation of the gods seems to be unable to help but move. Its beauty makes people feel linger.

But all of this was unaware of the two men who were resting at the desk in the humble room in the [Steam Capital]. One night of arguing all night, high-intensity brain activity, and cup after cup of sweet tea.

At this moment, the eastern sky was quietly turning white.

Soon, a ray of sunlight hit Lynn's face through the glass with water vapor.

With his movements, a manuscript was pushed into the sun.

It says at the end of it.

"All rights belong to the workers..."

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