One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

Luo Long jumped up: "I was asking him how to locate it! If we can determine the location, would it be difficult for our seven or eight fifth-level cultivators to add up and still wear it!?"

"..." Jing Luming was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "Professor Wang Jing paid a great price to detect the location of Psherton, and now his life is dying, and it is impossible to detect it again in a short time."

The tall iron armor entwined with electric arcs also fell silent, and in this short period of solemnity, another huge earthquake caused the two of them to hear the panic-stricken shouts of the crowd.

"Commander Luo, Senior Colonel Fanning should have already started preparing for the jump, and will soon come to assist us in destroying Pselton together."

On Jing Luming's resolute face, the corners of his brows trembled slightly.

"But the location, what exactly is the location—!"

In the church, the painter fell into silence because of Long Bo's repeated questions.

After knowing it for about half a minute, he slowly said: "You are right, you Jiuhua may not be able to do this kind of thing."

"Because you will always do everything possible to make up for your lies and make it look real."

"Anyway, you only need to put on a show, sacrifice three or two cultivators, and then mobilize public opinion, you can create a heroic atmosphere where all the cultivators are willing to die for ordinary people."

"Given your efforts to control public opinion... Maybe you can really stabilize the situation for a while?"

He walked forward slowly, but he didn't go straight to Long Bo, but found a place and sat down casually, looking very relaxed.

The man in the bronze mask raised his legs and asked with a low smile: "But it doesn't matter, do you think we who are willing to spend 19 years cultivating seeds, waiting for them to germinate and bloom...would be so eager to wait for it to ripen and bear fruit? "

"You may be able to use another lie and public opinion to cover up the false essence, but what about five years, ten years, or a hundred years? How many lies can you compile to maintain that unrealistic hypocrisy?"

At this point, Long Bo understood that he no longer needed to talk to the painter about this topic—in fact, he already knew it.

Painters are not stupid, and Natural Disaster is not a third-rate terrorist organization that only creates attacks and destruction. Being able to design, arrange such a plan, and perfect it to the point where it is today is enough to prove their ability.

The reason why they are sure that their plan will succeed no matter what, is not intelligence or ability, but... cognition.

——Because they just think that all the efforts made by Jiuhua on the cultivator system are hypocritical; they just think that cultivators must be above ordinary people and must form an absolutely detached and insurmountable class.

Therefore, in their eyes, any policies and guidelines that try to make practitioners serve ordinary people, or even bring their social status closer to ordinary people, are just hypocritical alternative measures taken to maintain class rule.

Therefore, in this kind of cognition, even if their plan cannot succeed for a while, as long as a thorn is planted between practitioners and ordinary people, under the backlog of conflicts, it is only a matter of time before the future erupts.

"...I thought you were too naive and too confident."

Long Bo also shook his head and said with a smile: "But I forgot, you are such people."

It has nothing to do with taking it for granted, naivety, or self-confidence.

It's just because the person who started the arrangement and made this plan, he believes from the bottom of his heart that cultivators are absolutely above ordinary people, and at the same time, he also believes from the bottom of his heart that everyone in this world... To be precise, they are like him "Smart people" must think so.

The man said slowly: "Let's revisit this plan from your point of view, um... It is true that from your perspective, as long as Psherton is activated, Jiuhua will inevitably be between cherishing talents and ordinary citizens." Make a choice, even if they will pretend to carry out disaster relief, they will eventually choose to evacuate because of an irresistible catastrophe-otherwise, this earthquake will cost people and material resources, and stop the loss in time. That's what the government is supposed to do, isn't it?"

"But have you ever thought..." He raised his eyebrows, "What if the earthquake didn't happen in time?"

This time the painter was really stunned.

He looked at Uncle Long for a while, and then he couldn't help laughing lightly. Unlike Uncle Long's belly laugh as if he had heard some great joy, the painter also seemed to have heard some great joy, but laughed Very...pleasant.

"Uncle Long, sit down first, aren't you tired of talking while standing?"

The painter with intertwined fingers smiled gently: "First of all, you may not have a clear idea of ​​what [Psherton] is and what kind of effect it can produce."

Long Bo spread his hands: "I would like to hear the details."

"[Psherton] is just a code name, and its official full name is... [Essence Field Disruption Launcher]."

He raised an index finger: "Guess when this thing started to be approved?"

"Hmm..." Long Bo shrugged, "Fifty years ago?"

"No, it was 160 four years ago."

The painter said softly: "It has already been established as the highest project during the period when overseas countries were struggling in the field of Yuanling science with great difficulty."

"It condenses the wisdom of three or four generations of the most outstanding Yuanling scholars in 160. It has experienced countless failures and recasting, and the resources consumed need to be calculated in astronomical figures."

"Even you Jiuhua are not capable of making this device."

"The times are progressing, Uncle Long."

The painter sighed: "Spells that still rely on the excavation of ruins and tombs to develop, even if they have been accumulated for thousands of years...can they defeat Yuanling Technology, which has gathered the highest wisdom crystallization in the past century?"

He briefly told Uncle Long about the effects of Psheton, and the content was not far from the result of the urgent analysis by the cultivators of the Jiuhua Repair and Management Bureau.

However, the painter has more specific values.

"If you want to tear apart the turbulent flow of spirits covering Psheton, you must use spells starting at the seventh energy level to bombard; if you want to make physical attacks penetrate more than 200 meters of the earth's crust, and not be consumed by the energy generated by the earthquake, you must It’s even more a fantasy. In your hands, what cards can destroy Pselton? Oh... If you really don’t want to lose your life, that Colonel Fanning can drive Jiuhua’s disaster relief equipment deep into the ground—but it’s useful ?"

He opened his arms and sighed in pity: "Even if you have the courage... and take another ten thousand steps, even if you really have weapons with such lethality, how are you going to find Pselton?"

"Ah, of course, I know that Heixiu Dao has tracked down a lot of information, but..."

The painter stood up slowly, with a stern voice, and mocked coldly: "Is that enough? Do you think...we will bury such a crucial step in Pselton, and use engineering to cover up such a single step?" way?"

"Or? Are you going to use those four speakers to cross-analyze the possible location of Pselton? Is it meaningful to only locate the fuzzy range?"

"Or, you have been opening up the communication with the Jiuhua headquarters now, and passed on all the conversations between me and you verbatim?"

The bronze mask was lifted slightly by the painter, revealing the lower half of his face, with a sharp and mean sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"So... what do you think after the news that all communication channels have been cut off before I came in?"

"—Long Bo?"

The painter's voice was like steel calmly but powerfully hitting the ground one by one, smooth, ruthless, cold, without any flaws, and invulnerable.

The natural disaster is an organization that can fight against Jiuhua but can still survive. It is an organization that can possess the equipment of [Psherton], and it can forcefully give this to Jiuhua at any time with incomparably terrifying execution ability and arrangement ability. The plan of a huge blow is based on a full 19 years of organization.

It’s not like in anime or novels, chattering to the protagonist Fang endlessly, revealing his plan in a mocking and joking tone, but the protagonist Fang Jian simply sees through it with a few words, breaks his defenses, and shuts himself up on the spot , the actual planning and arrangement are extremely mentally retarded, funny characters like clowns.

——If such a funny character can put Jiuhua in such a dangerous situation, then what is Jiuhua?

"...That's why I somewhat admire you, painter."

Long Bo sighed: "As a chess player, you should have achieved the ultimate in tactical arrangement."

"Your praise makes me very honored." The painter put one hand behind his back and bowed slightly with a smile, "I also recognize your courage and ability, Uncle Long, you are an amazing character, and you have served that country, yes For you, it's too condescending."

"I can, give you a chance, a chance to live again and stand up."

He stretched out his hand to Uncle Long: "Now, it's still too late to stand by our side and come to our place."

But the man named Long Bo just looked at the bronze mask on the painter's face, and suddenly smiled lightly: "Painter, do you think that the ultimate in tactics is enough to mean that victory is in your pocket? "

"Any strategy has its upper limit, and when both chess players have reached the natural bottleneck, the rest... is the duel of the two sides' personal abilities."

"And unfortunately, painter."

Long Bo paused and said: "I am stronger than you."

He stretched his hand forward, but of course it couldn't be to hold the painter's hand, but... to hold something.

"You know, which is my favorite chess?"

The man smiled like this: "Let me tell you, it's—"

The empty chess piece in his hand crossed the river boundary between the two sides.

"—pawn."

Chapter 140 Eight - Top Big Car! 2.6w/4.8w

When [Jiuhua] successfully jumped to Anlin District, the situation below was already quite tragic.

Even though the loading and preparations were completed at the fastest speed in Yujing, and the area with the highest earthquake magnitude was jumped to immediately, and the search and rescue was carried out immediately, a full 63 people unfortunately died in the area where [Jiuhua] first descended.

As for the area where Psheton was also buried, since there were no disaster relief facilities as complete as [Jiuhua], no matter how hard the troops led by Jing Luming worked, the casualties continued to increase.

——Because the disaster caused by Pselton has become more and more terrible.

The door of the main control room opened automatically, and Luo Long, who had not taken off the Heavenly Voice Spirit Armor, got in with his head down, and Jing Luming followed behind him.

"Colonel Fan, how many resources can be mobilized on Jiuhua?"

"All the manpower that can be arranged has been arranged, broken needles... a total of 460 four, I am manipulating, don't waste my energy!"

The extremely high-intensity work in a short period of time made Fan Ning's forehead covered with sweat. He just drove the deep excavator into the Yuanling turbulence and the earthquake, and returned after defeating Psheton by chance. Faced with such a huge workload, Fan Ning had little spare time to discuss the follow-up with Jing Luming and Luo Long.

So Jing Luming turned to look at Fan Ning's adjutant: "How is Miss Wang now?"

"Having regained consciousness, she wanted to try to locate Pselton again, but our doctor was sure that if she tried again, she would definitely die, so she was given a large dose of anesthesia injection."

"As long as Psheton can be located." The adjutant said bluntly, "We can use the deep excavator—"

"We're here just for positioning." Luo Long interrupted him, "If we can locate it, why use this kid to die? Including the cultivators on Jiuhua, now there are eight fifth fifths here." Energy level, I really don't believe that I can't wear that thing!"

The adjutant looked distressed and looked at Fan Ning, whose eyes were bloodshot and who had no energy left to participate in their conversation.

All the detection methods currently available have been used—one thing is certain, that is, the location of Psherton cannot be detected at all. If you want to use the most direct method to detect it, you can only use Wang Jingxian's life way to change the answer.

However, Wang Jingxian is the only person in this world who possesses the earth's spiritual veins, and his attainments in pulse surveying are extraordinary, and because of his own strength, he is so arrogant that he has that level of determination and courage.

Now, where are they going to find the second impossible Wang Jingxian?

The main control room fell into an extremely oppressive silence, and Fan Ning, who had always escaped, remained silent due to the huge pressure, let alone mentioning others.

If it can be located, even if the value is not so precise, even if it is only shrunk to a small enough range!But when no means of detection work, how on earth can...

"There is communication access! It's the Black Embroidery Knife!"

Jing Luming was startled: "Connect quickly!"

Fan Ning waved his hand, and Ji Changqiu's voice appeared in the main control room.

"Sirs, to make a long story short, I know that the most difficult part now is locating Pselton."

"According to a report from one of our members, we have targeted an entire construction engineering group. One of the buildings under this engineering group buried the first destroyed Pselton. We have checked all suspicious building locations. Perhaps there are also Pseltons buried beneath these buildings!"

"Grass, beautiful!" Fan Ning shouted, who had been silent all the time, "Hurry up and transmit the information!"

The information provided by the analysis of the Black Embroidery Knife was instantly projected above the main control room, and everyone glanced at a row of locations with extremely nervous expressions.

"Two in Anlin District, Luosheng Hotel, Baiyun Villa... Damn, no! They are not here!"

Jing Luming punched the wall with a fist, and he immediately understood what was going on: "It's not just this one! They have backhands!"

"Ji Changqiu! Do you have any information over there!"

"not enough time."

On the other end of the call, the man's voice trembled, and he uttered these four words with great difficulty.

not enough time.

The Black Embroidery Knife has done its best, if it wasn't for their key breakthrough in intelligence, Ji Liqing would not have gone to that community, and Yan Lu would naturally not know the root cause of the earthquake, let alone defeat Pushe the fastest pause.

It only took them a few months to reach the core of the plan of the natural disaster with the force of thunder. Although it was deliberately induced and exposed by the natural disaster before, the subsequent investigation of the construction group has undoubtedly swung the knife to the neck of the natural disaster.

It's just... their opponents should not be underestimated either. In a normal peaceful period, the Black Embroidery Knife may only need another two months, or even a month, to have a great probability of uprooting all the arrangements of natural disasters, directly locking and destroying them. Destroy Pselton.

But now, the disaster has arrived, even if they have done their utmost, it is impossible to find out anything in such a short period of time.

——Natural Calamity has precisely calculated this point. They are quite familiar with the criminal investigation capabilities of the Black Embroidered Knife, and they know that no matter how well-planned they are, they will be stripped of their cocoons in a very short period of time, but so what?Even if the other party has come into contact with the key point, as long as the time planning...is just at the beginning of the plan, even the Black Embroidery Knife can only be killed under the scythe of time.

"No...we can, it won't be enough!"

As if to persuade... no, I must convince myself, Ji Changqiu's voice became cold again in an instant: "We will find Pselton and try our best. No matter how tight the time is, we will definitely be able to... wait ,What?!"

His astonishing shout made the main control room noisy again, and Luo Long kept discharging, "What's the matter, talk!"

"Internet...online...that's how it is...that's it, we have a solution!"

Before Ji Changqiu could finish his ecstatic words, another person in the main control room reported: "Someone is playing the sound outside... What's going on, they claim..."

"...a natural disaster?"

Ye Si who was sitting in the control room was full of tension.

Han Yan, who has been with him all the time, ran out to hang out, and he was injured, so he had to be on standby at the base, so just be on standby... You can play chess with Uncle Long when you are free, but in the end, Uncle Long said suddenly "I have a mission for you."

The man clenched his fist recalled the conversation he had with Long Bo not long ago.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I just told you to turn up the stereo."

Long Bo's voice came leisurely, and at the same time, his pawn successfully exchanged Ye Si's horse: "Don't be nervous."

"But Uncle Long, you said it's a big deal." The middle-aged man was a bit submissive, "What if I screw up."

"You didn't screw up when you were working before."