Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

"Why didn't I think of that?" The representative of the Monsanto consortium also looked surprised, and then smiled: "Indeed, since freedom fighters are born from hatred, then... why must they hate us?"

"Putting hatred on the Rat Man Organization...this is perfect!"

"This is also thanks to the Rat Man Organization. Without them, we would not be able to do this! And now, we can build freedom fighters again!"

"Indeed." The old man smiled and nodded, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes: "I have a plan now. We only need to send people to pretend to be rat people and kidnap a family by force... Let the child witness the painful death of his family. "

"Once a god-like person appears, we will immediately send soldiers to kill those "rat people" and break in for rescue."

"The gods who come out in this way will put their hatred on the rat people, be loyal to us, and become a sharp sword in our hands."

Hearing the old man's idea, the Wal-Mart family representative's wine glass trembled with excitement: "In this way, we can build freedom fighters in batches! And freedom fighters will appear in large numbers! And they will all be loyal to us!"

"One out of five will appear, no, the probability of two out of six will appear..."

This probability of success is almost scary!

The method of creating freedom fighters is very cruel!

That is not simply letting children watch their parents die, but letting children watch their parents suffer endless pain and die little by little.

For example, little John watched helplessly as his mother suffered from the effects of radiation, and eventually exploded.

Moreover, little Lyle also watched his father being cut into pieces bit by bit.

This is more cruel than directly witnessing his parents being beaten to death by sea beasts or being crushed by gods.

But what replaces it is a terrifying success rate!

This time, among the six traitor children, in addition to little Lyle, another one appeared!

"It's just good luck this time," the old man shook his head: "But according to estimates, there should be one freedom fighter out of about a hundred."

"If you capture a hundred families of three, you can create a loyal freedom fighter! One out of three hundred people can appear!" The excited voice of the new representative of the Roosevelt family was dry and trembling: "This..."

“We must vigorously promote it!”

Why was the freedom fighter plan shelved before?

It's because, if not handled well, the hatred they felt when they were born may actually harm Jishihui!

But now, the hatred is given to the rat people members!

After this only drawback is eliminated, the Freedom Fighter Plan is left with a very high success rate!

"Nowadays, all our families have are just some who become gods by chance, such as the children of warriors who died in battle, or warriors who were about to be killed by sea beasts and walked out on the road to becoming gods in the blink of an eye, but the number is too large. There are only one or two from each family, and there are only twenty-six in total."

"Over in Daxia, there are more than 600 legions of gods alone." The new representative of the Roosevelt family frowned: "Moreover, those who became gods are different from the freedom fighters born out of hatred. Their strength increases too slowly. The highest level now is only level three. And freedom fighters only need to watch the video to draw strength from hatred."

"If this continues, we will be unable to stop Daxia's invasion in the future, and Blue Star's position as the hegemon will be completely replaced by Daxia."

"But now with this plan, we can build freedom fighters in batches!"

These few words completely ignited everyone's emotions.

The rising power of Daxia has always been their biggest worry!

When the gods came, everyone should have been miserable and suffered together.

As a result, the productivity of Daxia has doubled, and those who have become gods are emerging in endlessly!

They even created an alliance of all realms!

Now that the hegemony of the Free Nations has been replaced, they are now hiding underground and can no longer capture global interests. They can only watch their former little brother being taken under Daxia's command!

They even have nightmares about the Great Xia army coming to conquer them, confiscate their property, and plant red flags in this underground shelter!

This is thanks to the fact that Daxia is now fully focused on dealing with the arrival of the gods and has no intention of dealing with them, otherwise the nightmare will come true!

"At that time, as long as we have thousands of freedom fighters... Daxia will not be a concern, the Alliance of All Realms will directly collapse. I still don't believe it. Those races dare to go against us for Daxia!" The new representative of the Roosevelt family laughed. Said: "Interest is the real friendship!"

Everyone was excited about the benefits this plan would bring.

Mike also looked excited and longing, raised his head and glanced out the window, and inadvertently glanced at the clock on the wall.

The second hand moved slowly and was about to point to twelve.

"Almost." He murmured quietly.

The second hand reaches twelve.

suddenly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In the Fortune Shelter, a huge explosion suddenly sounded!

This sudden explosion directly broke the illusions of everyone in the conference room, and their expressions changed drastically!

"What's going on!" the old man said in a deep voice.

Mike also stood up with an ugly face, and everyone ran to the floor-to-ceiling windows to look down.

"Is there an attack?"

"what's the situation!"

There was no firelight. On the contrary, the sheets of paper suddenly spread out like snowflakes in the sky, scattered on the streets, scattered over the entire shelter, and fell one after another.

A passerby picked it up to read out of curiosity, and then his eyes were complicated.

Mike stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the papers that were smoothly spread out and picked up. Mike slowly exhaled and looked a little excited.

"What's going on!" The old man picked up the walkie-talkie: "What happened!"

Not long after, a staff member ran in with a pale face, holding a piece of paper and said: "Old man, several trash cans on the street exploded at the same time just now!"

"Who did it? Are there any casualties?" The old man looked ugly.

"There were no casualties. We also checked the surveillance. Those trash cans were located in the troubled area. It was impossible to tell who threw them."

"And after a brief contact, all the shelters controlled by other consortiums are all in the same situation...it seems that the other party just wants everyone to see the information above."

The staff member held up the piece of paper.

The old man took the piece of paper with an ugly expression and read it slowly.

“Dear members of the Society for the Relief of the World and residents of shelters:

First of all, let me introduce that we are the rat people you are always looking for.

We hereby declare that the Rat Man Organization will not capture any Vault residents. This is not the purpose of our existence.

We promise that if there is news that the residents of the shelter have been captured by the Rat Man Organization, the Rat Man Organization will carry out suicide attacks on each consortium building.

Don't worry, whenever something like this happens, we will definitely know about it. Because we are rats living in dirty corners, you may not be able to see us or catch us, but we are everywhere and we are watching your every move in the dark.

We know that if we take action, the members involved will definitely die.

But please believe us, we can definitely do it, and we dare to do it, because we are a group of lunatics. If anyone suspects that we are afraid of death, then please think about how the control center was taken down.

If we dare to use 800,000 lives to take down the control center and cover the streets with corpses, we dare to use 2 million more lives to blow up a consortium building.

We also know that your defense force is very strong, but we don't think you are always vigilant. Maybe one day an inconspicuous person will walk into your high-rise building with explosives.

Or maybe, the person you are talking to right in front of you is one of our members?

Of course, we know that our great comrade Mr. Carnegie has been discovered by you. All members of the Rat Man Organization express their deep silence for this matter. He is a great comrade who shares the same goals with us and has provided great help. comrades.

But rats are creatures hiding in dark corners after all. Once discovered, they will die. We have to accept Mr. Carnegie’s destined sacrifice.

But his sacrifice was great, and we will always remember him and build a monument for him. In addition, don’t think that this will defeat us. Although we have lost our great comrade Mr. Carnegie, we still have the leadership of two great pioneers.

We will get our revenge, and we know that Mr. Mike was the culprit who killed Mr. Carnegie.

Mr. Mike, please stay vigilant. Maybe one day, an inconspicuous person will pull out a pistol for you. You are now the number one in our rat-man organization.

By the way, Mr. Rockefeller, is the coffee you have a little salty?

Signature:

Mr.

Miss Y. "

After reading the contents of this piece of paper, the old man's mouth twitched slightly.

The other members also looked gloomy, and the atmosphere was frighteningly low.

Everyone knows that everything they just imagined, the freedom fighter plan that is about to be restarted, has been forcibly canceled because of this piece of paper!

"How do these guys know..." The old man slowly glanced around, seeming to suspect that something was wrong with everyone here.

But in the end, the old man’s eyes stayed on Mr.

"They anticipated our plans."

"This Mr. X...Miss Y...are these two their leaders?"

The old man only felt that a man and a woman were watching him in the darkness, and they even guessed his own thoughts!

These two people are extremely difficult to deal with!

The most important thing is that I still don’t know who they are!

"Mike, what do you think?" The old man looked at Mike.

Mike didn't speak, but lowered his head and took a sip from the old man's coffee, frowning and said, "It's indeed a bit salty...wait a minute."

Mike moved closer to the sugar bowl, carefully observed the size of the particles, and then said: "It's salt."

The old man's pupils shrank slightly. How could these rat-men unknowingly replace their sugar bowls with salt?

this……

If you can exchange salt, you can exchange poison!

The old man's face turned pale and he quickly pushed the coffee away. Suddenly a sentence came to mind - "We are everywhere!"

"Damn it!" the old man said in a deep voice, "I actually have people from them around me?"

"Mike, check it out yourself!"

"Look who changed it! You must investigate it carefully. I only believe you now!" The old man patted Mike on the shoulder.

"Yeah." Mike nodded.

Others stopped talking. The Roosevelt family representative who had been extremely excited before even began to look around quietly, as if he suspected that someone was watching them from the corner.

The old man calmed down and sighed: "The plan just now...cancel it."

"In addition, all the families have been on heightened alert recently until... Mike, who exactly are X and Y? I leave it to you to investigate and must dig them out!"

"Yes." Mike nodded seriously.