Atila couldn't help but ask, "My lord, instead of tracking down the murderer, we all lay dormant? Won't Manson die in vain? Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

When Femira heard that the baron had asked such a stupid question, she couldn't help but be angry, but she still said politely: "Dear Baron, this is your life-and-death war, not the games you played in your home planet school. When will you grow up? from a noble lady to a qualified imperial warrior. ”

Attya's face flushed, and her eyes couldn't help but shed two lines of tears, Quintas on one side turned his head and couldn't bear to see this scene, and Amani on the other side turned up the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a trace of disdain.

Femira ignored these small actions of her subordinates, and finally sighed and said softly, "Miss Atiea, please forgive me for my rudeness just now. I was also too impatient to consider that you have never carried out a combat mission.

Now let me explain what I just ordered, since the last disaster, the surviving members of the 'Femira Shadow Regiment' have been reorganized into the 'Wardens', with me as the Supreme Commander. Our mission is clear, but every member of the existing 'Wardens' is invaluable.

You said you were going to track down Manson's killer? Are you going to have us find a strong enemy who can kill Manson in an instant? Even I can't be sure that I can kill Manson so quickly that he doesn't have time to give any signal. Until you have the slightest valuable information about your enemy, Lord Baron, your advice is undoubtedly self-defeating.

But we still have the advantage, and since the enemy doesn't know the details of the 'Guardian', all we have to do is make the situation more confusing, more confusing, and keep misleading the enemy until he shows his feet. Even if the enemy is stronger than us combined, then we can deal with it calmly. So I'm going to launch the A3 program, you get it?"

"Yes, my subordinates understand. The three replied in unison.

"Hehe, it's good that Miss Atia is carrying out the A3 plan, otherwise this matter will fall on my head, and I will be annoyed to death, how can I be so free as I am now?"

Quintas smiled lightly.

"Oh, you're still addicted to being a waiter? Why didn't I see that you were so cheap in your bones? Actually, Miss Atila is beautiful in her heart, and she can go back to her old job. ”

Amani laughed directly at the two of them.

Don't look at Amani's weak girlish appearance, but her strength is second only to that of Commander Fumila. After guarding the earth for so many years, she has always put improving her strength in the first place, and she has not disdained to disguise herself in human society at all, and has been practicing penance at the bottom of Mount Kilimanjaro.

Disguised to integrate into human society, Femira considered that her subordinates had been guarding this desolate planet for so many years, and they would definitely miss their hometown, and the feelings of loneliness and loneliness might be infinitely magnified, which was not conducive to the execution of the mission. Therefore, after finally waiting for the planet to produce a higher intelligent life: humans, he decided to allow his subordinates to disguise themselves to integrate into human society, and use social relations to dilute their emotions that are not conducive to the mission, but strictly forbid them to interfere in the development of human society, and strictly ordered them not to kill any human unless there is a situation that threatens the progress of the mission.

Later, Femira found that human evolution was too slow, and after waiting for many years, they were still in a primitive society that could only use stones and sticks, and her subordinates wanted to integrate into a more advanced society. In the end, in desperation, he authorized his subordinate Atila to establish a small country modeled after the imperial model, passed on some technology to accelerate the process of human evolution, and finally realized that the purpose was achieved, and sank it to the bottom of the sea with his own hands.

Atia's strength and talent are very average, her character is innocent and simple, and she has the romantic feelings of a noble girl. She is the only one who can do this, and she is the only one who has the patience to build and govern a country like she takes care of her own little garden.

"Alright, that's the end of the discussion, let's all go back. I'm sure that as soon as Project A3 is launched, whether it's Manson's killer, or the target we've been looking for for years, or whatever, they'll come to the surface one after another. Femira made a concluding statement, and finally closed her eyes and bowed her head to no one.

"Goodbye, Miss Attia, I'll go back. I heard that there was a new largest and most luxurious cruise ship in the United States, and I was going to go there as a waitress and see the sea from time to time, which was wonderful. Miss Amani, won't you come with me, or will you go back and continue your penance?" said Quintas with a smile on his face, ready to get up and leave.

Amani ignored Quintas, but turned to Attia and said, "Then I'll go too, goodbye, my goddess, I hope your A3 can find some clues as soon as possible, don't let me down!"

After speaking, Amani slowly floated in the air, and then his body flashed red and disappeared. There was a slight cracking sound in Attya's ears, and she knew that Amani had become invisible and flew away from the island at high speed.

At the same time, a hearty laugh came from the other side of the air: "Miss Atia, come on!"

Quintas was gone, and she looked back at the simple cabin, then turned to look at the endless sea in front of her, and after a long time muttered, "What a look!"

An off-white office building on the Champs-Élysées in Paris, France. At the door of the 26th floor unit, there are several nameplates on the wall, and the middle one reads: A3 Trust and Investment Co., Ltd.

Fifty-three-year-old Henry is the owner of this trust and investment company, and in an economy as sluggish as it is now, who would put money into his own company to operate?

Henry scoffed at this, nonchalantly clicking through the financial news in front of his computer. Suddenly, the lower right corner of the computer prompted him to receive a new email, out of habit, Henry still opened the page of the new email, there was only one sentence on it: fully activate the A3 system, and the vitality value will be increased from 10% to 100%!

Henry read this sentence several times in a row, confirmed that he was not mistaken, and quickly deleted the email.

He was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat, leaned against the boss's chair and gasped for breath, waited for his heartbeat to calm down for a while, poured a glass of brandy from the table, drank it dry in one gulp, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and sneered nervously: "Almighty God, you have not abandoned your devout believers. Huh!"

Then Henry took out his mobile phone, flipped out a number from the bottom of his heart, and dialed it.

"Who are you, how do you know this number?" a deep voice came from the other end of the line.

"Is it the priest?" asked Henry cautiously.

"I don't know what you're talking about? I'm going to hang up. "I'm getting impatient on the other end of the line.

"Father, don't hang up the phone, listen to me, I just received instructions from God. Henry said anxiously.

"Who are you?" the voice on the other end of the phone was a little agitated.

"I'm Henry the Night's Watchman!" replied Henry.

"What does the parable say?" asked the other end of the line.

"The A3 system has been fully activated, and the vitality value has been increased from the current level to 100%. "Henry repeats the contents of the email.

The "beep-toot......" phone has hung up.

In a large private estate on the outskirts of Bern, Switzerland, the trees are lush and the path is long.

A Bentley stopped at the door of a villa in the depths of the manor, and a middle-aged man with silver hair hurriedly came down from above, nearly two meters tall, tall and majestic, dressed in a black clergy costume, wearing a huge sterling silver cross on his chest, and walked vigorously.

The owner of the manor hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "Mr. Priest, why are you here?"

The silver-haired man didn't look back: "Don't call me a priest in the future, who is here with you?"

When the owner of the manor heard this, his face suddenly showed ecstasy: "Yes, Commander, only Shui and Yan are here with me now. ”

"That's enough, Ray, come too, and I'll declare God's will at once!" said the silver-haired man.

It was an empty hall, typical of medieval European decoration, with a large oak round table in the middle, with the silver-haired man sitting in the main seat and the three figures sitting in the lower position.

The candle flame on the sterling silver candlestick reflects the flickering light and darkness on everyone's face, and it is not real.

After a period of oppressive silence, suddenly the silver-haired man spoke: "The Goddess has decreed, no doubt that it requires us to restore the empire to its former glory, and we will be redeemed in the end. For the sake of the goddess, for the rise of the empire, we will give everything, and we will never give up!"

"Give everything, never give up!" the next three whispered.

The silver-haired man stood up from his seat suddenly, ripped off the cross on his chest, propped his hands on the table, his eyes glowed with a terrifying red light, and said in a deep voice: "I order, gather all the members of the 'Knights of Divine Punishment', activate all the 'hunters', the 'firing squad' will all enter combat readiness and take over all the work at any time, and the 'Noah's Ark' and 'NO.3' will enter the state of full operation."

We need to plunge the world back into chaos, let them remember the will of the goddess, and let these arrogant and outdated foolish humans tremble in fear and welcome the return of the great Atlantean Empire. ”

After saying that, the silver-haired man's red eyes stared at the hands he stretched out in front of him, and laughed wildly.

And the beautiful cross made of sterling silver has long since turned into crumbs and slipped from the fingers.