Mystery Makes Me Strong

After seeing the old man stunned, Gavin explained kindly:

"Doing papers is a kind of immigration test. Only this time the threshold is a moral test. Only those who pass the morality test can immigrate to Dongzhou."

"Humph, a moral test? Humans are the best at deceiving beasts, what cunning foxes are completely slandering foxes." The old man snorted coldly and smoked his cigarette again.

Gavin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't speak any more, but stared at the old man carefully.

I don't know how long ago, a picture emerged from the other side.

This is an upgraded version of the power of prophecy, which can not only see the future, but also the past.

And seeing the past is easier, more detailed, and of course more accurate.

The burning house, the smoke billows, just looking at the picture makes it difficult to breathe.

The old man covered in blood stood in front of the two dying women.

On the opposite side of him was a young man with an indifferent face.

"Why be ungrateful, why be a white-eyed wolf? Obviously we gave you a different species!" The old man roared hoarsely.

"Because I didn't want to help those boring ordinary people, they were the first to be wolves. I was saving people in the front, but someone in the back tried to kill me and take away my alien species. I just re-created what they had done. Do it again." The indifferent young man said lightly.

"You are an adult, why can't you distinguish the relationship between the whole and the special case? The white-eyed wolves are only a few, and most people still know how to be grateful." The old man's voice was slightly lower, and he seemed to understand the young man.

"You're wrong, I specialize in crowd psychology. Most people don't know anything, they just follow the information and the winner. The information tells them what it is and who the winner is, and they will go to whom. This is a group that doesn't deserve The people who are saved. They are garbage and weeds, and their only value is to produce a large number of samples for natural selection to select excellent apple trees like me." The young man shook his head.

The old man was silent.

There was disappointment and pain in his eyes.

He seemed to know that no matter what he said, it was impossible to redeem the young man's betrayal.

"Haha, haha, it turns out that everything I do is useless!"

The old man seemed crazy.

He used his head to hit the flaming wooden post.

"Don't ask for good people from different species, but ask good people to get different species..."

The old man banged and shouted frantically!

"It turns out that good people can also become bad people!"

"How can there be an extraordinary person in the world that does not deteriorate?"

The indifferent young man glanced at him, but instead of making a move, he left a sentence: "You are not innocent, nor stupid, you want to control the extraordinary. However, the extraordinary itself means uncontrollable."

Then he turned away.

He seemed to think that a mad old man would not get in his way any more by staying.

After he left, the old man immediately grabbed the two women who were dying behind him, one big and one small, and broke out of the fire.

The sly old man, or the old man's wisdom.

Face, acting... both sincere and fake.

Gawayne understood why the old man was so hostile and wary of him.

If he hadn't provided the information on the granary, the other party would not have let him in.

The other party has such a past, no matter how much he helps, the other party will not give him the corresponding return, but will only kick him away in the end.

If he wanted to get what the ants prompted, he had to change his mind.

Only by trading?

What is it that the other party cares about most?

From past information, there is only one thing.

He didn't say it right away, but sorted out the language.

"It's dinner, Father Maple." The team leader who had just brought Gawayne over came over to greet the old man.

"go to eat."

The old man pressed the dead cigarette, got up slowly, and walked towards a large bungalow.

Gawayne followed closely.

The others didn't do anything, just still looked at him with vigilant eyes.

The dining hall is very rich today.

The stew made of canned luncheon meat and green vegetables, three bowls per person.

"Don't eat too much, be careful not to break it." The old man said one after another, kicking some people's **** from time to time.

"It's okay, Dad, I haven't had a good meal for a few days."

Soon after the old man sat down at an empty table, he was served food.

Gawayne also sat down, and someone gave him a copy.

He took a few bites and suddenly said: "I know what you want, you want to control the superhuman. I can help you."

"Then what do you want?"

"A xenogeneic that suits me." After seeing the picture just now, Gavin already understood why the Red Ant let him come here.

"As expected. Xenomorphs are really the ultimate version of money and power. It can turn fathers and sons against each other, separate husbands and wives, and make loyal ministers betray... It's really an ominous thing." The old man had a completely unexpected tone.

"It can also shelter the weak, suppress disasters, and stabilize order." Gawayne said.

"Okay, I'm willing to trade, but you have to talk about your method first." The old man said directly.

"Okay," Gawayne said directly without hiding anything, "Have you studied history? How do humans put money and power into cages?"

"I only have a junior high school diploma, and McCann's history is only two or three hundred years old." The old man said angrily.

"Okay, I can tell you."

"Tell me, it seems that my physical education teacher who died a long time ago is right. The homework you owe will always be repaid in the future."

Gawayne smiled and continued:

"In the past, people were ignorant, and knowledge was limited to a few people. Knowledge is power. Those who monopolize knowledge can monopolize power and money."

"Later, the technology improved and the cost of printing books was greatly reduced. People all knew about it, and there was nothing surprising in finding that knowledge. As long as they were willing to learn, the nobles who claimed to be the gods of power were not as smart as the commoners."

"So the people demanded a sharing of power, and those who couldn't meet this, started to rebel."

"Later, there were various contract theories, and various ruling systems were rotated one after another. In the end, it was found that the most stable ruling system is for the common people to choose..."

"Do you understand?"

"Understood~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Are you saying that only by fully civilianizing the extraordinary power can we truly restrain the extraordinary?" The old man thought thoughtfully.

"Exactly. Otherwise, we can only forcibly separate the commoners from the extraordinary, just like the Dongzhou people did. The extraordinary people of the same rank live and organize together. In this case, the extraordinary itself will become a commoner again, and it can be applied. The previous stable ruling system." Gavin said with a smile.

"The mage system, the cultivation system, so it is, it seems that someone has thought of this for a long time." The old man suddenly realized.

"Yes, but the same approach may not be completely applicable. McCann people don't like too many constraints, and there are a large number of superhumans who like to pretend and be on camera in front of ordinary people, especially superheroes... ...The way the people from the East Continent do may not work in McCann." Gawayne shook his head.

"Hmph, where is there McCann now? Some are just radiation wasteland." The old man said fiercely.

It seems that he is preparing to imitate Dongzhou's practice.