In just a few minutes, from the woman's debut ten minutes ago to now, from her real name to her deeds, she has been sent to all the executors by the Ministry of Intelligence.

It's just that it's not comprehensive, and the activity records of the past 1,000 years are all missing, obviously deliberately avoiding the information that is officially included.

But can you really hide? Thousands of years ago, the heart of Terra is in operation.

Even if the function of the Heart of Terra was not perfect at that time, and the path of evolution had only just begun, the mastery of information was still top-notch, and it would not be enough to allow a celebrity like the Shaper King to hide to such an extent.

What are your teammates? Or did TerraHeart start calculating this bad luck a long time ago?

The executor was guessing in his heart, and looked at the information again, a little puzzled.

But this is also a celebrity, the kind that has been taught history textbooks, and it is also thunderous for a high-achieving student like Omer.

"Oh? The unlucky guy who was crushed by the leader of the United Nations in the first battle? It's really a Pite Star, huh? In the surprise of the young man, there was a completely consistent conclusion, and he sighed and waved his hand suddenly, "But it doesn't matter, what you want is the speed of the soldiers!" ”

"Listen to me, send someone to bet on these eight roads, if you can pull more people to seal the air, it will be a sixty percent success rate! Think about it! ”

"Think about it!"

With the confidence that the executor was still incomprehensible, the young man told him: "Think about how much merit it will be to catch that woman? ”

"Think about whether you can be promoted, and if you no longer need to be placed to supervise me?"

"Think of the future where this kind of meaningless work can be gotten away from!"

"Are you some kind of business demon!?" The work quality of the executor is destined to prevent him from eating this kind of sales.

"If you miss this village, you won't have this shop, it doesn't matter if you don't believe me, but the impact of that criminal this time can be regarded as extremely vicious, right? How many buildings have fallen, and how many have died? ”

The front was known to reason, and now Omer is moved by emotion.

"It even incited a large number of criminals in the city."

As he spoke, he swiped his finger, and the map app was replaced by a browser, and it was full of shocking headlines about the case, and the time when the news was sent seemed to be relatively fresh, the most recent was even four minutes ago.

Then he turned back and looked at the executor again: "If you have a chance to let them go, you won't feel tortured?" ”

"Is it possible that I can't sleep at night?"

"You can even put all the blame on me, saying that I don't let you trust you, so I missed the opportunity to arrest the other party, and then she caused any more wind and rain that caused how many people died is my fault, right?" "Okay, shut up! In case I catch it, I'll put the blame on you! ”

Finally, it was the executor of Bengbu who grabbed the liaison and glared at the noisy young man angrily.

You can't do it either, Ao silently turned off screen sharing, and cut the webpage by the way.

Turn off the 100 exemplary executors on the two security bureau websites on the screen.

There are also photos of the other party hanging on it, thanks to the fact that the web page is open enough, and the title of the web page is short enough, just one 'two', this wave of temporary check of the other party's details, did not attract the attention of the parties at all.

I didn't even find myself being targeted.

Seeing that the executor was busy contacting his superiors and colleagues, and had no time to take care of his appearance, Omo, who was temporarily idle, thought about it and searched Bentham again. Caroline.

He glanced at the barren entry of the name, trying to refine his prediction of the route just now.

The escape routes he had mentioned before were not based on his knowledge of the woman, but he had simply studied the respective routes of the Star Gates in the City of Heavenly Gate.

As early as when he decided to take revenge, he first thought about what to do if the enemy ran away in advance, at least find out the preferred route of the other party's enlightenment first.

Of course, even so, the other party may not take the usual path.

For example, the subway route is directly teleported with some special ability, so even if there are more people, it only pushes the possibility to sixty percent, which is not ideal.

As for the kind of rough unfolding of the natural 'Pitts calling King Eyre to run away with him', he didn't think about it.

After all, now that the King of Hypa Eire is being confronted by fire, it can really accept the woman's order to converge, that is, to transfer the firepower to the past, if you want to find death like this, it will be easy for Omer.

Just looking back at the route he had originally considered, he wanted to sigh again.

No matter how you look at it, it's still too hasty.

But it can't be helped.

He had only been preparing for less than two days, and who knew that all this would happen so quickly, and it would have been replaced by a dozen or twenty chapters in the creation of a novel, but it was only what happened in two days.

Is the pace of life in the City of Heavenly Gate so tight, I am starting to miss the Jiemen District.

The premature nostalgia was cut off, and Omer suppressed the thoughts, concentrating on the ancient deeds of the Pitts.

At the beginning, this deed looks like the kind of old-fashioned light literary development that 'traveled through the Middle Ages to become a daughter of a vicious slave, and gathered the natives to claim hegemony with a single hand of advanced technology', and most of the time-travelers who traveled to the earth in the early years and were qualified to be recorded in the history books were of this starting type, and the repetition rate was as high as the thesis on the source energy of the elemental system.

But her subsequent life journey is very unique -

——In the chaotic debut battle of the group of heroes competing for hegemony, he directly collided with the future leader of the first generation of the United Nations.

It was shattered, and there was no resistance at all.

Looking at the tragic deeds above that seemed to be 'wielding reckless swordsmanship and then being knocked down with a stick by the future leader of the People's Federation', and the intermittent comeback that was only a small splash, Omer felt even a little pitiful.

Each record is basically no more than 30 words, how tenacious, and how worthless.

Combined with the two previous observations of the woman in the exhibition hall, what Omer's mind gradually built up was a rather neurotic mental model.

It's almost interesting to win people's hearts, there is a lack of talent in farming and development, and there is no combat strategy at all, what to do, give the first place in vain, but the spirit is quite tenacious, and it is quite persistent!

... I'm super!

At the thought of this, Omer was shocked.

He wanted to put a question mark on the other party's arrogance at the beginning, but now he feels that there are more question marks.

A person who has lived long enough and experienced enough, but has not grown much, but has always been proud, makes him extremely confused.

I wonder why I can be like a great enemy to this kind of guy.

Then in that confusion, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw that the executor handed out a terminal angrily:

"Frontier Lighthouse Storyteller."

"Let's talk."