In the last days, I became the young former commander

The captain waved his hand, calling for the white knights surrounding Moyin and Dorothy to disperse, and then sincerely apologized.

He could more or less sense that Moyin was not easy to deal with, not to mention the fear in the voices of those white knights, it was obvious that he had seen some terrible scene.

There is no need for greater casualties for a dead man, let alone an unlikable dead man.

Someone dies every day in Glithcity, even if he's a white knight, it's nothing special.

"Oh, you are still polite. I didn't intend to make it difficult for you. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, let's take my leave."

Mo Yin shrugged, his strength has reached his level, he will not deliberately embarrass ordinary people by lowering his stature, ordering to deal with those who offend him and his enemies, for these white knights who have not fought against him, he will naturally I don't plan to pursue anything further.

Of course, if they insist on fighting to cover up their scandal, the price they have to pay is their lives.

"Okay, have a nice evening."

The captain-level white knight turned around and hurried away with the rest of the white knights.

"Wow~ my dear, you are really amazing, you actually tore up such a thick armor with your hands."

Dorothy's eyes were bright and she looked at Mo Yin with adoration.

"If you have been trained in combat, you can only target the weak points of his armor, and you can do the same with your physical fitness."

"Hey, I can't do it, I can't fight against such a big soldier."

Dorothy shook her head tearfully.

"Well, then let me protect you."

"Yeah~ It's so reassuring!"

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"Hey, honey, can I still go to Valhalla to drink in the future?"

Dorothy leaned against the car window looking at the distant city behind her.

She was more or less bought by Moyin, and she still needs to seek Moyin's opinion in this regard.

"Of course, you can come to Valhalla for a drink whenever you want. My place is still very loose, and you can come out to play as you like, but you are not a combatant. I am a little worried about your safety. If you can It would be better to learn how to fight a little bit, at least you must be able to protect yourself."

"If you say so dear~ then I will try my best hehe~ so that I can come to drink with my baby again~"

"By the way, why do you call Jill baby?"

Moyin asked curiously.

"I don't know, because I like her very much? She is a good listener. No matter what secrets you want to vomit, just go to her. She will keep the secrets for you well, and at the right time Pass me the drink you want! Thanks to her, I feel that Valhalla is the most relaxing place for me besides my home, that is, there is no one else in my home, so I just feel a little lonely."

"Well, I won't let you be lonely in the future. The children in my family are very nice. You will definitely become friends."

Moyin smiled and drove the off-road vehicle to his headquarters.

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Another world, the Abyssal Blood Order.

Sitting in the resplendent and resplendent hall, the young girl was sitting on a high seat, and an old man was crawling in front of her.

"Your Majesty, we have already accounted for 90.00% of the market share, and it is difficult to expel the remaining [-]%. Their prices are too low. The people in the sales department hope to send out execution troops to carry out the assassination .”

The former high priest replied humbly, he was in awe of Alina from the bottom of his heart.

The youngest female pope in history has changed the entire Abyssal Blood Order, allowing the Abyssal Blood Order to come from the shadows to the people in an open and aboveboard manner, and has attracted a large number of congregants.

"Idiot, why do you want to expel [-]% of the market share of the sanctuary?"

Alina sneered.

Chapter 520

"Ah... This, but, is it you who said that we want to seize the market?"

The high priest was a little confused.

"Their extremely low prices are enough to meet people's needs, and we occupy 90.00% of the market share. No class in this city can live without our supplies. This business model is enough. It is not right to kill everyone, and let ordinary civilians also participate in the business to prove that we are playing fair."

"We have already created a monopoly, but don't care about [-]% of the share."

Alina said confidently.

"Clarify your own position, we are not real businessmen, we are servants serving God."

"Yes, that's right, I'm extremely terrified."

The high priest lowered his head in horror. The great success and benefits in business made him a little bit flustered. Now that Elina broke through him, he discovered the problem... He is not a businessman at all, and he cannot guarantee a pious heart of faith. I am afraid that God will punish me.

"Then what should our future move be?"

"Expanding our influence to other external regions is simply to propagate teachings."

Elena waved her hand casually and gave instructions.

"What if we encounter a local sect? After all, the ones we send are outsiders, and the other party has the advantage in personnel."

"It's fine if you kill it. I remember the last time the strategy department used money to buy some investigators from the Special Investigation Bureau, right? When you encounter a difficult target, you will secretly place a reward order for them."

"Have you forgotten that we are a sect that believes in evil gods? Do you still need me to teach this kind of thing?"

"Ha, sorry for your trouble."

The high priest lowered his head and said humbly that as an adult, he was gradually lost in money and status, and gradually forgot what made him obtain all these.

But that little figure sitting in the high position, should it be said that he is worthy of being the one favored by the gods?Only she has the most devout faith.

"Go down."

Elena waved her hand, and the high priest saluted respectfully and left the hall.

"Phew... I'm obviously a good boy, but I haven't even come to see me. Uhhhhh, it's too much to say, am I not attractive as a girl?"

"Indeed, I'm still a child in comparison, and I don't have any attraction to men, but, but I have room for development, there must be, right?"

Alina tearfully pulled her clothes and looked at her impoverished airport... After all, she was not even 12 years old, so it was naturally impossible for her to develop.

"Well, how can I trick him into playing with me? It would be bad if there is no reasonable excuse to piss him off."

Alina thought carefully.

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"...what is that... weird thing?"

Back at his headquarters, the corners of Mo Yin's mouth twitched as he looked at a strange statue in the reception hall. . .Does he remember that this thing has a different title? SCP173. . . .The moment people don't look at it, it will tell the mobile that it is a dangerous SCP that rushes over and breaks people's necks.

"Ah! Commander, Commander! This is a gift from a troll friend I made online? It's very magical! As long as you don't look at it, it will actively massage your neck!"

MDR said very excitedly.

"Mass... massage... the neck...?"

Moyin felt that his brain was a bit unable to turn around... Wait, maybe it's because the internal bones of the tactical humanoid are Gundam alloy, the strength of this material is completely higher than the strength of SCP173 itself, so MDR will mistake it for it It's an automatic neck massager...probably.

This is like throwing an egg at a rock, and the rock will not be destroyed anyway.

and many more. .

Which bastard netizen sent this TM as a gift?No matter how you think about it, this thing is trying to kill MDR, a fool, right? ? ? ?

Most importantly, he didn't want these weird things in his headquarters at all.

"Agent... Well, let me find out who sent this SCP173, I'm going to kill him."

Moyin pressed the communication button on the tactical headset with a black face.

"Understood, I'm going to investigate now."

The agent's voice came back quickly.

"Hey, why did you kill the person who gave me the gift?"

MDR looked confused.

"Are you stupid? This thing was sent here to kill your whole family! If it weren't for the fact that your own internal skeleton is made of a high-strength alloy called Gundamium alloy, then you have nothing to do, or I will be everyone's when I come back." The neck has been twisted, such a hellish consequence!"

Mo Yin hit MDR's head with an iron fist, and gave her an annoyed look.

"Woooooo, P7 can pick up soldier ants to raise, and SOP2 can also raise bananas. Why can't I raise a powerful pet?"

"I'll give you a dragoon and you keep it as a pet. If I can't give you a manticore, even if you want pets like dragons, I can go to another world and try to catch you back."

"But don't feed me such a weird thing!!!!"

Moyin took out a pistol filled with miniature black hole bullets and shot SCP173, and SCP173 was immediately swallowed by the fleeting miniature black hole.

He didn't want to make the hall of his headquarters bloody and bloody. He remembered that this thing seemed to have blood, and he didn't want to gain power from the blood of this thing.

"Honey, what was that thing just now? Is it very strong?"

Dorothy asked curiously.

"I only know a little bit about it. It's a special kind of creature... The main reason is that this thing defecates everywhere. It's too disgusting. I don't want this thing to stay in my headquarters at all."

As Moyin spoke, he glared at MDR again.

"Hey, which pets don't defecate anywhere? Well, isn't that all the result of training? You should give me some time Commander."

MDR held his head and whispered his dissatisfaction to Moyin.

"I don't think soldier ants and bananas excrete."

Moyin replied to MDR with cold eyes.

"They're robot dogs!"

"Then you go raise this kind of electronic pet for me too! Otherwise, you go clean the floor and wash the toilet!"

"Commander? I think, can I ask why you guys are discussing whether bananas excrete?"

An angry voice came from behind Moyin, and when he looked back, he saw RO635, who was holding a loudspeaker, staring at him with eyes that lost their brightness.

Well. . .After all, the banana was the body of her former yellow soldier ant, and it was normal for her to feel offended.

I shouldn't have used bananas as an example... Moyin blamed himself.

In desperation, MoBank explained to RO635 for another half an hour, and only then managed to calm down the incident.

"Master, regarding the courier received by MDR, I tracked down the recorded logistics, and there is some trouble."

"What's the trouble?"

MoBank asked suspiciously, electronic warfare that can make agents feel tricky?This is the first time.

"The company that sent this courier has been silenced, and there is no relevant record of what forces they had contacted before."

"It stands to reason that if there is such a powerful company, it should directly execute the obliteration of MDR, but they did not do so, but sent such an express mail. I don't know what this means."

The agent replied apologetically.

"...Investigate the SCP Foundation and see which branch contains the item SCP173. Damn it, it's on me to bully."

Moyin cursed angrily.

How sinister is it to send a gift to SCP173.

"Yes, please wait a moment, I will go to intelligence screening."

The agent cut off the communication.

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S06 theater, the headquarters of Jagged Manufacturing.

"Recently, the pressure in the S07 theater has dropped sharply. Has something happened?"

The dreamer sitting in the conference hall asked a question.

"It seems that the S08 war zone was invaded by a large number of iron-blooded units. With that level of command, I think it should be the team commanded by the mastermind."

The alchemist gave the answer.

"It's been fantastic."

There was some joy on the disturber's face.

Before, the main force of their iron-blooded industry was held back by the Griffin Company of S07, and they had been unable to do anything. Now that the S08 theater is tight, some Griffin echelons stationed on the S08 front were called back, and they immediately gained the upper hand.