"Then that means you won't! Well, Ammiji, if you don't want to do it, then I'll go myself, or I'll wake them up now and let one of them go. But don't blame me for not reminding you that none of them are as easy to talk to as I am, and you should know it for the past three billion years. Dalma spoke.

Ammiji looked at Dalma with a pair of strange pupils for a long time, and finally, Ammiji exhaled and said, "Okay, I admit that your threat makes a lot of sense to me, I'll go, you bastard, one day I'll screw your head off." ”

With that, Ammiji turned and left the Speaker's office.

"Ah, Dear Master Ammiji, is he okay with the Speaker?" Del Basas, who was waiting outside the Speaker's office, asked.

Ammiji glanced at Del Basas and said, "Good, how can he be bad, great." ”

Ammiji then turned away with her hands behind her back.

What a disgusting fellow, Del Basas turned his head and muttered to himself in disgust as he watched Ammiji drift away.

"Who do you say is disgusting, huh?" Ammiji's voice suddenly sounded from behind Del Basas.

Del Bassas was simply frightened, as one of the few seventh-level masters in the organization, Del Bassas's perception was definitely very keen, but Del Bassas's appearance of Ammiji didn't feel it at all.

"Ah, Master Ammiji, you misheard, I didn't say anything." Del Basas quickly denied it.

Ammiji was not interested in arguing with Del Basas, but just said: "Okay, little Basas, I won't bother with you if you do me a favor, go, transfer Brian, Eduardo and others in the eighth district to my laboratory, I can be useful." ”

With that, Ammiji didn't care what Del Basas was thinking, and walked straight through the office and left.

Del Basas watched Ammiji finally leave, then sighed and turned around to his office to look for Ammiji's information.

Within the Order, Ammiji's identity is very mysterious, but the elders of the organization know that among the original followers of Daddy Oak, there is a place for Amigie. When Del Basas was adopted by the Order when he was very young, Daddy Blackbeard and Ammiji were already key members of the Order. So, in Del Basas's eyes, Anmiji was just an old man with an odd temper. If it weren't for the fact that he was too dirty and smelly, maybe he would have had a good popularity, Del Basas thought to himself.

Just as Del Basas was digging through the files that Ammiji needed, a careless female clerk walked into the upper office.

The female clerk, Emily, was originally working in the office area on the first floor of the organization's headquarters, and at this time she needed to hand over a report from the war zone to the war zone chief, but apparently, she did not find the officer's office. As she walked to the last of the high-rise office area, a careless Emily opened the door to the office without a nameplate without knocking......

When Ammiji left the Speaker's office, Dalma turned off the lights in the room, pressed her head herself, and pulled it so hard that her head was separated from her neck.

It is very strange that there is not a trace of blood spilling from the broken neck, and the wound looks hideous but staggered, obviously, this wound has existed for a long time.

Dalma placed her head on her desk, then took out the mirror and began to look at her headless body.

Suddenly, from the neck, two gray-blue crystal tentacles slowly poked out! Looking at these two strange tentacles, it is like the tentacles of a snail, but the eerie atmosphere in the Speaker's office at this moment is not reminiscent of a cute and stupid snail.

"The human body is so fragile." The head of the Speaker, who was lying on the table, said suddenly.

As the Speaker's voice appeared, a gray-blue tentacle poked out from the wound at one end of the skull.

"Ammiji's mental swings are not normal, do we need to wake them up in case they don't happen." A tentacle emits spiritual consciousness.

"They're more unstable than Ammiji, and we have to deal with them carefully......" The other tentacle retorted.

At this moment, the door of the Speaker's office suddenly opened, and the careless female clerk went to the wrong room and came to the Speaker's office, which was enshrined as a forbidden area!

"Ahh A scream rang out out of thin air.

The female clerk saw the most terrifying scene in her life and couldn't help screaming.

"Careless guys, it's all your fault!" One tentacle grumbled.

"Catch her, she's breaking our secret!" Another tentacle commanded.

With the command, the headless Dalma raised his hand.

Emily, the female clerk, prepares to run away from the door, and the instinct to survive takes over at this moment.

However, as soon as Emily turned around, her whole body rose into the air, and many negative emotions such as suffocation, paralysis, insanity, and fear occupied all of Emily's mind, leaving no room for Emily to think.

Emily soared into the air, as if she had been clamped by an invisible hand by her throat, unable to escape her deadly cage as she struggled.

"It's all your fault." The tentacles let out a strange scream.

With the scream of the tentacles, Emily exploded in the air, and the good-looking woman's head and internal organs turned into a cloud of blood mist in an instant, exploding in the room.

"You're too vulgar, idiot!" One tentacle complained to the other.

The exploding Emily had now turned into a liquid that swayed all over the sky, with the smell of blood.

However, in an instant, the blood and small pieces of flesh that filled the room closed tightly together, and this boxy, flat piece of bright red flesh looked like a freshly processed meat patty from a machine in a meat factory.

"What now?" A tentacle asked.

"What else can I do?" The other said, controlling the headless Dalma with one hand, summoning the suspended piece of meat in the air in front of him.

The headless Dalma magically pulled out a cardboard box from the drawer of his desk, and then waved at the piece of meat in front of him, and the piece of meat in the air fell into the box.

Dalma reached out and lifted his skull, placing it on his neck, and a faint light flashed, and the slit in his skull healed naturally.

Blackbeard sat down in his chair and twisted his head, his eyes scanning around vividly before he clicked a red button at hand.

A short time later, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Speaker, are you calling me?" It was the voice of Del Basas.

"Come in." Blackbeard's thick middle voice sounded.

The door to the Speaker's office slowly opened, and Del Bassas stepped into the room.

"Honorable Speaker, what can I do for you?" Del Basas asked, bowing.

Blackbeard pushed the cardboard box in front of Del Bassas and said, "Well, nothing else, I've got a nice fresh meatloaf here for you to try." ”

Del Basas was flattered to be able to get the favor of the Speaker, even if it was a piece of, Del Basas would be flattered.

"How does this work?" Del Basas hastened to humbly excuse himself.

"It's okay, you deserve to be better paid for your contribution to the organization." Blackbeard gave a few words of encouragement and successfully delivered the carton to Del Basas.

Looking at Del Basas carefully walking out of the office with the cardboard box in his hand, Blackbeard showed a hint of an inexplicable smile.

A huge laboratory on the third floor of Mont Blanc was empty except for Ammiji. This is the Amigie laboratory, and it is also the space occupied by the obedient old man alone.

At this time, Ammiji was paying attention to the file in his hand.

"Brian in the Ruhr area, the sister-in-law of the Edwards, and the youngest daughter of the Corleons, well, let me see ......"

Ammiji flipped through the file as she jotted down a few names in the notebook she had at hand.

Half a month later, in the port of Palermo, Sicily, a group of young men with loaded guns were leaning on the wooden railing of the pier to fish.

The young men born in the Apennine Peninsula had blonde hair and blue eyes, and many of them had the traditional and classical faces of the ancient Romans, who looked like they were descendants of the Holy Spirit.

These boys who were attached to the rule of the Koleon family were born after the apocalypse. Being taken care of by the Koleon family, it is not too difficult for the lads to grow up.

The work of guarding the marina is not a boring task, and the care of the Mediterranean climate, even in the modern age of the Ice Age, Sicily still enjoys the gift of sunshine.

Any job that takes too long will always have some boredom, and the lads will have to rely on fishing to pass the time.

"Hey, it's boring days like this, Matiel, Sardia and Garibaldi have the opportunity to participate in the campaign against Calabria, and we can only watch the yacht here and bask in the sun, life is really fucked up, and I want to fight!" A young man shouted.

"I heard that De Rossi showed her love to Vivian again yesterday, but she was beaten so badly by Miss Vivian, poor De Rossi, can't you choose someone else, there are many girls in Sicily who are pouting and waiting for him to come to grass." Another young man spoke.

"In my opinion, Miss Vivien must like women." A dark-skinned man smiled.

This man is of African descent, presumably descended from black North Africans who immigrated to Italy during the pre-apocalyptic era of the Great Syncretism.

"Desaiu, shut your foul mouth, and be careful that the old men of the Corleon family hear your words and let them tear your mouth apart." A young man warned.

The little black guy Desaiu quickly covered his mouth.

"Look, over there!" Suddenly, a sharp-eyed young man whispered.

Everyone looked up and saw a shadow slowly approaching on the smooth pavement of the wharf.