There is no supervisor who is full of question marks.

By this time, Orga had already wandered out of the building belonging to the Strategic Information Gathering Department.

The obstacles, defensive equipment, and security personnel along the way did not even have the ability to perceive or hinder him.

Standing on the elaborate steps of the building's doorway, Olga looked up at the stars in the sky.

It was supposed to be a big ball of fire, but now it's covered in advertising screens.

It looks like a giant spherical screen.

As early as 100,000 years ago.

The Empire of Lahr has already succeeded in building the Dyson sphere, so the stars above will not leak any light except for the necessary light sources.

All of the energy it releases is used to supply nearby planets as daily energy sources.

To a certain extent, as an interstellar empire, the Lal Empire has long reached the point where all people have no worries about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and there is no lack of spiritual entertainment.

Although it is still a few streets away from Fantasy Utopia, for many backward planets, the living conditions here are already fantastic.

Although the internal class contradictions are still unavoidable.

After all, if you are born unequal, how can you have a stable mentality?

However, this sociological question does not make much sense to the demon of Orga.

The reason why he thinks about these things is just that he has read too many books, and all kinds of knowledge are in his mind, and he often refreshes his thinking.

For the demon species, the 'equality' thing itself is a fart, killing, burning, robbing, bullying the weak...... It's the pleasure of most demons.

And for Olga, the greatest joy is being able to do whatever he wants.

He doesn't care about the so-called good and evil, he just wants to do something that makes him happy, he kills people if he wants to, he robs whoever he wants, and he only stands on his own side.

At this moment, looking at the small flying machines that were speeding around him, and the pedestrians shopping casually, he was wondering whether to attack the country.

To be honest, with a population of trillions of people, it's still a little cautious to look at.

After reading the materials of the four strongest guys in the country, he already understood their approximate strength.

So I don't bother to take them into account at all.

He didn't need to see them as rivals until he got rid of Rayagren, let alone the contributions of Rayagren and Charles.

Aside from certain special weapons and the call for foreign help, Orga doesn't need to care about any counterattacks from the country.

However, here comes the big problem.

He felt that if he really wanted to attack, the plane consciousness of this plane would directly hammer him to death.

This undoubtedly made him a little uncomfortable.

As an outsider, they are demons who have been targeted all the time.

Not long ago, he and Rayagren had a fight, and they didn't even move much on the planet of life, but they just destroyed a small primitive country, and dug a few holes in a few uninhabited planets, which by the way made the sun's solar storm a little disordered.

No big news yet!

But Olga had already felt that the oppressive power of this plane was increasing exponentially.

And if these things were done by local beings, even if they were ten times more serious, the plane consciousness would not have any reaction.

Because in the view of the plane consciousness, it belongs to the internal circulation, and there is basically no loss, but it is not possible to change to Orga, which is equivalent to transporting it to the outside, so he is particularly hated.

At this time, a piece of cake was placed in front of him, but he couldn't find a chance to start, and Olga felt a little upset......

After some thought, he had a little difficulty in choosing, and finally chose randomly.

'Let me have how many residents in this street, I will do it directly if I have an odd number, I will run if I catch a wave, and I will cut leeks in a curve if I have an even number......

With this in mind, he began to count how many people were on the streets.

It didn't take long.

'Even number, let's poison it......

In the end, he chose to cut leeks with curves.

The only problem is that as an interstellar civilization, the medical level of the Lal Empire has reached a certain level, and ordinary diseases will basically not have much effect on them, and only a few special diseases can take effect on them.

This greatly increases the difficulty of Orga's work!

Although it was still done in a day.

After all, he is also an old expert in this regard, and he has a lot of experience in crime.

However, as a demon with pursuits, he is not satisfied with this.

As an interstellar empire, the Lal Empire has a considerable amount of personnel circulation, and the whole universe is running around.

This provides considerable convenience for the spread of the disease!

In line with the principle of making the business bigger and stronger, Orga gradually set his sights on other interstellar forces, and began to make more detailed adjustments to the prevalence of those diseases and the adaptability of various races.

Strive to make everyone have difficulties!

So as not to make some guys feel unbalanced, take care of everyone's mentality!

So he began to collect information on various races by various means.

I have to say that the interstellar era is convenient, and basically everything can be found on the Internet.

It provides great convenience for Olga.

Saves a lot of time.

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Two days later.

Just when Orga has overcome the technical difficulties of the virus and is trying to contribute to the types of diseases in the Lal Empire and even the entire universe.

The director of the Strategic Information Gathering Department was sitting in a small dark room being interrogated by a team of personnel.

A guy with a somewhat old appearance looked at the director with a sad face, and asked with a serious expression, "What happened that day!"

The director, who had been interrogated many times, replied with a somewhat numb face: "We received the video at that time, and I opened it out of curiosity...... Then when I saw the content, there was a sharp pain, except for me and a few powerful subordinates, everyone else was killed alive. ”

"We know that.

After testing, the information recorded in that image, the appearance of an unknown being has a memetic-like effect, which will make the creature who looks directly at his real body feel severe pain indiscriminately, and only a strong enough existence can be exempted.

So we've sealed it up just to be on the safe side.

And what we want to know now is, who used your authority that day to go through a lot of secret information?"

The director shook his head helplessly: "I really don't know, no one touched the console at that time......"

Soon after.

Several interrogators sat in a closed room.

The youngest interrogator discussed with a serious expression: "Those survivors should really not know the truth, and according to the live footage retrieved by the light brain, no one really used the console at that time, I am afraid that the other party used some kind of means that we cannot observe, so the next investigation is very difficult......

As for the Trady ship that passed on the image, no trace has been found until now, and according to the calculation of the light brain, it is very likely that they have encountered an accident......

I feel that the investigation of the matter is beyond what we can handle, so I propose to apply for support from above. ”

After hearing this, the others nodded their heads.

"Agreed. ”

"Agreed. ”

“......”