After three years of development, the "Church of the Giant God" founded by Allen has spread out of Liberty City to shelters around the world, with more than one million believers.

At the same time, his other body in the world, Dr. Allen, who works for the Metropolitan Shelter Intelligence Agency, has also been prosperous in the past three years and has been promoted to deputy director.

At nine o'clock in the morning on Monday, Dr. Allen knocked on the door of the Commissioner's office with his papers.

"Please come in!" A young woman's response came from inside the room.

Alan opened the door and entered the house, and when he saw the messy desk, he couldn't help but frown.

sighed helplessly, rolled up his sleeves, tidied up the desktop, sorted the documents together, and then unceremoniously counted down his boss:

"If you really can't get rid of the bad habit of messing around, it's best to hire a secretary to wipe your butt for you."

Crunch –

Across from the desk, the king-size swivel chair rotates 180 degrees.

Margaret sat in the swivel chair, turning her back to Allen and facing him head-on.

The plump body, like a huge ball of jelly, stuffed the chair to the brim.

"Secretary? I don't need a nodding heel, and I hate being criticized, and I can't find the right person for the position. ”

"Now that I think about it, it seems that you are the only one who is suitable to be my secretary, and although you sometimes like to point fingers at me, I can barely bear it."

"Are you serious?" Alan stared into her eyes, "If that's what you think, I wouldn't mind changing positions. ”

"Just kidding, of course!"

Margaret gave him a glaring look.

"You are my number one favorite general, I really pulled you down from the position of deputy director and made me a secretary, and people outside scolded me for being overkill, in case I was dismissed for personal reasons...... How wronged! ”

Alan heard the ambiguous meaning in her words, smiled awkwardly, and did not answer.

Margaret opened the drawer, picked out Alan's favorite flavor from the row of colorful lollipops, and handed it over, pretending to inquire casually:

"Did the weekend date go well?"

Alan took the lollipop and shook his head.

"Temporary overtime, I pushed off the date."

"Huh?!" Margaret showed an expression of surprise and disappointment, "I introduced my best friend to you, and it was not easy to convince you to go on a blind date, how can you release other pigeons?" ”

"No way, work first." Alan complained stupidly, "Besides, the notice of temporary overtime was given by you, and the appointment and overtime you arranged yourself collided with the car, how can you blame me?" ”

"It's true that I was negligent, but you also know that my mind has always been sloppy, and you can ask me for leave." Margaret argued.

"Forget it, I didn't want to go on a blind date in the first place, and thank you for giving me an excuse to shirk."

"You can't do that, my dear friend, if you don't get married when you're old, people will doubt your sexuality."

Margaret admonished in a serious manner.

"This kind of gossip spreads, and it will be inconvenient for me to introduce you to blind dates in the future."

"That's right, you don't have to worry about it, and I will save you trouble." Alan replied angrily, "You are not a little girl anymore, instead of finding a girlfriend for me, it is better to marry yourself first." ”

"I want to get married, but it's a pity that I'm so fat, which man dares to marry me?"

Margaret patted her jelly-like quivering belly, a hint of self-deprecation on her lips.

"Even if a man dares to marry me, I'm afraid that I will accidentally crush him to death in bed!"

"As long as you release most of the magic stored in your body, you can lose weight in no time and enjoy life with a healthy and beautiful image, what's wrong with that?"

"You're right, I can be slim and beautiful at any time if I want to, but I don't like that state, I'm very insecure......"

Margaret sighed, a gloom on her face.

"At the very least, until I find a man who can make me feel safe, I will never expose my weakness to outsiders just to satisfy my vanity."

Speaking of which, Alan stopped in moderation, handed over the papers, and got back to the point.

Margaret's expression became extremely serious after looking through it.

"Dr. Allen, are you sure that the Fourth Primordial 'Grabber' is in the ruins of the flower capital at this moment?"

Alan nodded.

"Over the years, I have not given up on exploring the whereabouts of Titan-4 and Titan-5."

"It's a pity that the detection range is limited to the Titan network, and the original body is very cunning, and will always avoid the network service area."

"Until recently, my detection skills have evolved again, and the detection radius has been expanded to 5,000 kilometers, and I have finally found the long-missing Fourth Primordial - the Grabber!"

Speaking of this, Alan showed an excited expression.

In fact, detection magic does not rely on the Titan network at all, and there is no upper limit to the detection distance.

Three years ago, Alan had already locked down the location of the two remaining Titans.

At that time, his strength and position were too low, and his status in the hearts of Solomon's father and daughter was not high.

If you expose your ability to detect beyond the radius of the Titan network, it will inevitably cause suspicion, and maybe it will be clicked away as a hidden danger.

Now that the time is ripe, it is time to move forward with the layout, so Margaret was informed of this belated piece of information.

"I believe you, Dr. Allen, we must act soon!"

Margaret also looked excited, bounced up from the swivel chair, and grabbed Alan's hand.

"Let's go! Let's report to my father! ”

The two of them rushed into Dr. Solomon's office to report the bombshell information.

However, when he left, there was no smile on his face.

The good news is that Dr. Solomon has agreed to send an elite force to the ruins of Huadu across the ocean to recover the Primordial Four "Grabbers".

However, Dr. Solomon did not want to lead the team himself, and put the matter entirely on his daughter and Allen.

Margaret was quite critical of her father's cold attitude.

As soon as he walked out of the office, he complained to Alan.

"It's too rash for Dad to leave such a big matter alone."

Allen, as a subordinate of the father and daughter, can only persuade Margaret to be considerate of her father in this situation.

"You father and daughter, at least one of you must stay at home to keep the Titan Network running."

"Your father has just changed his body, and he needs a period of recuperation and adaptation, so he really can't leave, and it makes sense for his daughter to lead the team to recover the original body for him."

"After all, you already have the ability to take charge on your own, and sooner or later you will have to take over your father's class, so it's better to exercise now."

Margaret nodded lightly, accepting his reassurance, but there was still a look of loss on her face.

After returning to his office and closing the door, he finally couldn't help but confide in Alan.

"Ever since my dad had a younger body, looking at that unfamiliar face, I always felt that he was no longer the father he used to be."

"You may say that the reincarnated person only replaces the physical body, and the soul does not change, so it is still the same person as before."

"However, is the communication between people really limited to the spiritual level, and has nothing to do with the physical aspect?"

"How much of the emotion accumulated over the years is based on heart-to-heart communication, and how much is based on familiar figures, voices, and smells?"

"If the latter have changed, how can we be sure that there are still familiar spirits in that strange skin?"

In the face of her series of sharp questions, Alan did not attempt to answer.

"Margaret, now that you have the answers in your heart, why bother me with these questions?"

Margaret hung her head in frustration.

As Alan said, no matter how much he comforted himself, he couldn't change a fact that saddened her:

After reincarnation, the father becomes a stranger, and on the basis of strangeness, alienation will inevitably breed.

Margaret knew in her heart that no matter how much she emphasized the spiritual bond, she would not be able to confide her heart in front of an unfamiliar face, and she would treat him as her spiritual pillar as before, seeking family affection and security.

Even without the help of "beyond the limit of his heart", Alan can see that Margaret urgently needs to fill the void in her heart.

So he took the initiative to hold her hand and leaned to his lips to kiss her.

In this slightly presumptuous way, encourage her to cheer up.

Margaret looked up at him in a daze.

The moist eyes became extremely hot.

……

On the banks of the Seine, once known as the most beautiful city in the world, it was reduced to ruins in the Age of Calamity.

In the center of the Champ de Mars Square, on the rusty iron tower, there is a white and slender arm, as if basking in the sun.

The arm is broken off from the elbow joint, leaving only the lower half of the palm, and no flesh and bones are visible on the cross-section, revealing an irregular golden crystalline substance.

In the square where the tower is located, a large group of strangely shaped creatures gathered.

Most of them are gigantic animals infected with Titan cells.

The herd is also mixed with naked deformed giants.

These Titanmons and Human Mutants are usually scattered in various neighborhoods of the abandoned city, carefully guarding their respective territories.

If they meet on a narrow road, it is inevitable that a fierce fight will break out.

Today, however, is unusual.

Giants and monsters, usually hostile to each other, are drawn to the square by the same mysterious power.

Surround the iron tower and worship the broken arm at the top of the tower.

It's like a group of fanatical believers, worshipping the gods.

Five kilometers away, the site of the most famous museum of the old era, which at the moment has been occupied by hunting parties from the Metropolis.

The team led by Margaret and Dr. Allen, including two hundred mercenaries, are all B-level or above superpowers.

Alan had a pistol pinned to his belt.

On the surface, it looks like a firearm from the old era, but it has been modified to replace the gunpowder, which has been contaminated by Titan cells and has become extremely unstable, as a propellant.

The other thermal weapons attached to the hunting team have also undergone similar modifications, making them safer and more powerful.

But in the minds of most mercenaries, guns and bombs are nothing more than expensive toys.

It can only be used against targets below B-level, and is not very useful against high-level prey with supernatural perception and teleportation abilities.

Either your side has just started aiming, and the target is already aware of it.

Either ping-pong shoots empty magazines, and the target does not break the defense at all.

Two hundred mercenaries, including forty-eight "wanderers".

They were required by Margaret to carry only minimal equipment, mostly loads, to carry weapons and ammunition.

The "wanderers" complained about the eldest lady's order, and privately felt that it was purely a fool's errand.

Not to mention these machine guns and bombs, even if they are nuclear bombs, they can't destroy the Titans, there is no point in bringing these burdens!

However, they did not dare not listen to the orders of their bosses, even if it was just the whimsical willfulness of the eldest lady.

In this team, Alan is one of the most popular, and is regarded by the mercenaries as a bridge to communicate with Margaret.

They did not dare to complain directly to Margaret, so they came to Alan to complain and asked him to convey their grievances on his behalf.

After all, everyone knows that he enjoys a special position next to the eldest lady, and the objections he raises, Margaret will always seriously consider.

Alan truthfully responded to the mercenaries' complaints.

"I advise you to be nosy, those shitty people know a fart!"

Margaret looked contemptuous.

"Can't Kill High-Level Titanmon with Thermal Weapons? Wrong, that's just because the firepower is not enough! ”

"As long as the firepower is fierce enough, there will be no monsters that can't be killed, don't believe it and we'll see!"

Alan smiled and did not comment on her opinion.

The word has arrived, and he is going to do his job.

The museum lobby, which was once used to display famous paintings, is now erected with a gleaming reinforced fiberglass mirror wall as a medium for Allen to display his discovery skills.

Margaret led the mercenaries around the mirrored wall.

Alan raised his hand to touch the mirror, and his fingertips leaked a dreamy glow.

The smooth mirror surface then emerges from the surveillance screen.

The focus of the camera is locked on the top of the tower, the white left arm.

"The skin is well maintained, the fingers are slender and delicate, and they look like the hands of a young girl who is good at playing the piano."

Margaret stood in front of the mirror and commented with a relaxed expression.

Suddenly, she turned to look at Alan and asked a question he hadn't expected.

"Doctor, do you think this arm is pretty?"

"Not bad."

"If you're willing to sacrifice some of your limbs, I can give you this beautiful arm."

"Thank you for your generosity, Margaret, but have you ever asked your father about this? Self-assertion is optional. ”

"Dad himself refuses to lead a hunt for 'grabbers', so I don't need to consider his opinion on the distribution of the spoils."

Margaret's words revealed a strong resentment.

Alan could tell that she was still haunted by her father's strangeness and estrangement after his reincarnation.

And the estrangement between father and daughter is in line with his expectations.

When necessary, Alan doesn't mind fanning the flames and deepening the conflict between father and daughter.

But not now, because he doesn't want to be too explicit, but instead arouses the suspicion of the father and daughter.

At this time, the severed hand monitored by the mirror suddenly floated up from the tower.

The volley rotates slowly, with the palm facing the mirror.

Alan was immediately aware of it, and a cold and malicious mental fluctuation fed back from his own monitoring perspective.

With his demigod-level spiritual resistance, Eren instantly snuffed out the mental fluctuations that tried to invade his mind.

The "grabber" in the mirror trembled slightly.

There seemed to be a hint of surprise at his ability to resist his mind control.

Then he realized that the creature that was peeping at him from a distance was not like the group of infected people in the square, who could easily be captured by it and become a servant.

At the same time, Margaret was also aware of the malicious psychic energy gushing out of the mirror.

The smile on the fat face suddenly retracted, and he raised his hand to cover his chest.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

In Margaret's broad, fat chest, there was a dull heartbeat like a drum.

In the hall, except for Allen, the rest of the mercenaries were confused by the magic halo on the mirror and fell into a state of distraction.

At this moment, hearing Margaret's heartbeat, the group came back to their senses and regained consciousness.

Thinking back to the experience of being mind-controlled just now, everyone was terrified, and hurriedly took up their weapons and prepared for battle.

Alan turned his head to look at Margaret, and his mind was clear.

In Margaret's chest, there are two hearts symbiotic.

One of them is an ordinary heart that is born with it.

The other one is the "missing" transplanted day after tomorrow.

Just now, Margaret activated one of the two primordial skills of "Missing".

A protective barrier is formed through the heartbeat to resist mental interference.

According to Allen's observations, the mental protection provided by this skill is superior to that of the 8-ring magic "Psychic Barrier".

Coupled with the group effect, it is no exaggeration to say that it has reached the level of legendary protective magic.

Therefore, it is able to resist the legendary mind control from the "Grabber".

"Don't let your guard down, we're just getting started!"

Alan reminded his companion in a deep voice.

"The 'Grabbers' have discovered that we are secretly monitoring, and have just launched a wave of spiritual retaliation, but fortunately they have been resisted by the eldest lady."

"Psychic attack is the basic skill that all Titans will have, and the 'Grabber' must also have a more terrifying unique skill......"

While admonishing his teammates, Alan quietly moved his footsteps and exited the range of the specular reflection.

The chicken thief's actions were not noticed by the people present.

At this time, people's attention is all attracted by the "grabber" in the mirror.

"Grabbers" use Allen's detective perspective to reverse the path and lock on to hostile creatures.

Now, Eren is hiding in a corner that the mirror can't reflect, and the "Grabber" can't sense his exact location.

The person who appeared in the mirror instead of Allen and had an incomparable presence was none other than 1/3 of a thousand pounds of Miss Margaret.

The attention of the "grabber" naturally shifted to her.

Realizing that Margaret was actually carrying the original Titan and opening her mind barrier to block her spiritual attacks, she immediately regarded her as the number one enemy.

Above the tower, in the void.

Pale palms with crooked fingers.

Make an air gripping gesture.

Margaret's face changed slightly, and she instinctively pressed her palms across her chest to protect her heart.

……

Ask for a recommended ticket for a commuter pass

(End of chapter)