Clash Of Civilizations: I Really Don't Want To Destroy The Earth

Late at night, in a large supermarket in the Neon Country.

The toilet in the bathroom suddenly seemed to be boiling with countless bubbles, and then mice came out like a blowout.

They have a clear division of labor, some of them are vigilant about their surroundings, while the other uses their tails as ropes to pull their companions ashore.

These mice are basically the same size, and the hair on the body surface has not yet hardened, obviously they have just grown up.

After all the rats crawled out, the rat swarm marched in all directions like a well-organized army. Some went to the food area to carry high-calorie food, some to bite off the monitoring lines, and some went to guard the door.

Among them, the largest queue went straight to the baby area to carry a can of milk powder, gnawed off the outer iron box with its teeth, and swept the milk powder inside into the sealed bag with its claws clumsily, and finally sealed it with a rope. Bag strapped to himself.

During the whole process, apart from the sound of some iron boxes touching the ground, there was not even a single unnecessary noise.

Contrary to the dead silence in reality, the invisible thought network is very lively.

"No. 1, don't gnaw, you have to eat iron and wait until you go back to eat. If the sound is too loud, it will be troublesome if humans find it!"

"It's delicious, it's delicious, the iron flakes mixed with milk powder are the best..."

"Tsk tsk... Don't be angry on the 2nd, you also know that the 1st is like this, this is his talent, he can't control it."

"No. 3, don't fly, come down and help move things!"

"I'm not helping guard."

"I believe your nonsense, you are just lazy."

...

These are the existences of awakened superpowers among Caesar's first descendants, and were named from No. 1 to No. 4, and were jokingly called the Four Rats under the King by Jiang Chen.

No. 1, the super ability [Swallow], no matter it is dirt, stone or steel, he is vulnerable to his sharp teeth, a veritable foodie.

No. 2, superpower [superwisdom], has extraordinary learning ability, born with a sense of responsibility, and is the existence of commanding the group of rats.

No. 3, superpower [psychic power], interferes with reality with mental power, and has a lazy personality.

No. 4, superpower [crazy transformation], can transform creatures with his own imagination, even can make asphalt flow in the blood vessels, has a crazy personality, is the only scientist of the Rat Clan, and is resident in the Rat Nest to produce cannon fodder troops .

Rats that have not awakened superpowers are defined by Caesar as the "worker ants" of the rat race. Although they have a certain degree of intelligence, they are not qualified to have a name at all.

Don't get me wrong, the Rat Race has no rank or class, and the thinking network is just a plane instead of a so-called pyramid. In other words, Caesar, the king, is equal in status to a newborn mouse.

It sounds ridiculous, but that's the racial framework Caesar went to great lengths to construct.

As for what to use to measure status?

Simple, worth it!

Value in the purest sense of the term!

For example, Caesar, he has the [Thinking Link] that can link the rats, and he does not hesitate to squeeze himself to produce high-quality offspring, so he is the most valuable individual for the rats, so he has been recognized by all the rats and has become this The king of the race, rather than relying on the identity of the ancestors to be king.

There is an essential difference between the two.

In Rat Clan, value is the standard by which everything is measured. Individuals with high value can arbitrarily order existences with low value, and even order the other party to die, provided that they must repay the equivalent value afterwards.

Paranoid, crazy, but absolutely fair, this is the civilization concept that belongs to the Rat Clan alone, and it is also the dream country in Caesar's heart, but...

Not enough, not enough, not enough!

"Stop making trouble, hurry up and bring the milk powder back, a new generation of Rat Clan is about to be born."

Just when the three mice were making noise, Caesar's voice suddenly rang in their minds.

The next moment, all the mice moved faster and replied in the thinking network:

"Obey, everything is for the Rat Clan!" *N

About ten minutes later, the fully harvested Rat Tribe went back into the sewer just like when they came, leaving only a messy supermarket.

The next day, when the supermarket owner opened the shutter door, he was stunned, followed by a wave of impotent rage:

"Baga! It's those mice again!"

Recently, he was almost depressed by these rats that came out of nowhere. It wasn't that the rats caused much damage. In fact, the rats just stole some milk powder and food. Come back and forth every day.

Although the rats have cleaned the battlefield very carefully, there will always be traces left by customers.

And what does the mouse represent?

Dirt, disease, nausea, it's deadly for a supermarket.

In fact, according to the boss's statistics, the number of customers in the supermarket has dropped by more than half in just one week, and there are even messages outside saying that the products in the supermarket are leftovers eaten by rats.

What can the boss do, he is also very desperate, put rat poison, set up mouse traps, block the sewer opening, God knows how many methods he has used, and even call a professional mouse catching team after closing for 3 days is useless, the mouse catching team As soon as the mouse left, it was like going to work, and it still patronized here.

"Boss, since rat poison doesn't work, why don't we try the most primitive method?" The teller next to him reminded.

"You mean cats?"

"Yeah, if you have a cat, you don't have to worry about it so much. If you die a few times, those rats probably won't dare to come."

"There are trained cats in the cattery. Let's buy more than a dozen cats and put them in the store. Maybe we can attract customers."

The boss thought for a while, then nodded hesitantly.

"Well... let's try then."

For some reason, he always felt that something bad would happen if he did so.

As a result, there were more than a dozen vigorous cats in the supermarket that day, but the rat tribe knew nothing about it...

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