Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

Tumen only exchanged his life for a promise, and even that promise was not written down in black and white. Po Jun even refused the possibility of others who would take over this promise after his death.

But that's it, it must also die for the needs of the fool, and it doesn't even dare to doubt the promise of breaking the army. This is the state of the weirdos.

"It seems that you are very clear," Alfonso said briskly when Xie Zhifei's face darkened, "Then you know why this is the situation all over the world. Could there be such a weird place in the country where the Vatican is based?

What makes the mafia not only have not been eliminated, but also exist in this world openly. "

It's not that Xie Zhifei has not thought about this issue, but the task is urgent after all, and the history of the mafia is also marked on the file is also very long, so he instinctively thinks that this ancient organization must have its handed down wisdom, and it is normal for it to be passed down. things are right. After all, under the jurisdiction of the Fool, there is also the Mirror Water Litian of Tianhu.

But now that I think about it, I will find that the Mafia and Tianhu are completely two different existences. The latter is equivalent to being imprisoned in the mirror water and the sky, except for a few members who can go out through existences like Chongjiu, but in essence Just a bunch of free prisoners.

But the mafia are really active in the dark side of Sicily, and there are weird and completely controlled organizations. Although Agrace said that she came to patrol on behalf of the Vatican, it also explained the identity of its princes.

"Is it because I didn't understand it? I didn't understand it at first. It took me a long time to figure it out. It wasn't that it couldn't be destroyed, but it couldn't be destroyed."

"It's not that it can't be destroyed... it's that it can't be destroyed..." Xie Zhifei repeated it, carefully chewing the meaning of the sentence.

"While aliens assimilate the mafia, they themselves are assimilated by the mafia, and then they have one of the biggest characteristics of the mafia. Secret."

"Even the mafia themselves don't know how many people there are on this island, let alone other people. The only thing that is clear is that this is a large network like capillaries, and every tip of it is deep. Deeply immersed in the flesh and blood of this island. There is no way to peel it off.

Destroying the Mafia without revealing the fact that it exists is almost impossible. So even the Vatican can't take action, dare not take action. "Alfonso spread out his hands, looking helpless.

"It's not just the Vatican, none of the Big Four dare to do anything to it."

"But you still want to eliminate the Mafia." Xie Zhifei stared at Alfonso.

"Yeah," the latter nodded, "so after I figured out why it still exists, I started thinking about what I'm going to do about it. And here's the answer I got." He jerked his hand open, as if to Embrace the world.

"Since I'm worried about exposure, then I'll take out more dangerous things and make them have to do it! Since Tang has hidden all the aliens, then I'll find a way to let it gather them all by itself! It wants to Revolution, I will give him revolution!

But its revolution must fail, and then, along with its family, everything disappears completely! "Alfonso's voice echoed and superimposed in the chapel, as grand as an opera.

The revengeful prince and earl came back, covered in bruises and bruises, like evil spirits crawling out of hell, with the hatred of the sky and the resentment of the mountains of corpses and blood to drag the enemy down to hell.

"You lunatic..."

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Chapter One Two Two Right Wrong Three

Alfonso analyzed each sentence slowly, Xie Zhifei only felt that the cold hairs on his back stood up one by one. He could almost see the stubborn figure moving forward step by step, the man who called himself an idiot, charging alone towards an organization that had been entrenched for nearly a thousand years.

Turn yourself into a knife and stab it little by little. The reason you are not destroyed is because the price is too high. I will find a bigger price and let those timid people act. The members are all hidden in the dark, then find a way for you to mobilize them yourself. If you want a revolution, I will give you a revolution, but your revolution must fail, and then it will be forever...

Xie Zhifei finally couldn't help but express his inner sigh, "You lunatic..."

"Well, I agree." Alfonso nodded. "But I'm doing the right thing. The Mafia shouldn't exist."

"So you took the whole island to bury?" Xie Zhifei asked incredulously, "Just because of your own judgment, innocent people must die?"

Xie Zhifei thought of Sylvia, many of his classmates in Sacred Heart High School who he couldn't even name, and more people living on this island.

Even though he only lived here for a short time, and most of the time was busy with his tasks, he could still feel the warmth and friendliness of this Italian island. The bustling vegetable market is full of all colors imaginable, and the hawkers will enthusiastically sell the freshest vegetables and fish to you, because according to the Italian tradition, people do not think about what to eat today, but go straight to it. Street-bought the freshest ingredients.

Performance artists who dress themselves up as statues will deliberately startle you as you pass by. Churches and chapels of all sizes are scattered in every corner of the city, and the choir can be heard in the early morning and evening, and then a group of children in white clothes ran out of it, holding soft soft drinks in their hands. bread.

Occasionally, aunties who have baked too much pie and craftsmen who brew their own beer take to the streets, regardless of what they are in their hands, they will put things in your hands, just for you to eat them and reply that it tastes great. Xie Zhifei, the beer brewed with oysters, is still impressed...

They are innocent. They live in this world at their own pace, but the game at the upper level decides their life and death. Those who have the ability make judgments according to their own right and wrong criteria, and then set off the chaos that stirs the whole world. waves.

Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.

"They are not innocent, and they are also wrong." Facing Xie Zhifei's questioning, Alfonso's reply completely surprised him.

"Are they wrong?" Xie Zhifei doubted his ears. Thousands of years of culture had conveyed to him the truth that the common people were so pitiful and innocent. And even if he enters the Fool, his mission is to protect the ordinary life of ordinary people. But here today, someone clearly told him that the people were wrong.

He thought about Alfonso's various responses, thought that he would be depressed, would try to convince himself that the people would have a better life after the elimination of the Mafia, which was the price that had to be paid, and thought that he would be astonished, because he Didn't think about this layer. But he never thought that the other party would take it for granted and say to him, "They are not innocent, and they are also wrong." He spoke more seriously than before, so he was slower than before, so the words were clear and sound. Knock on the heart, smashing out the blood of the thick orangutan.

"Have you ever wondered why the Mafia has been entrenched in Sicily for thousands of years?" Xie Zhifei did not return, because Alfonso did not ask questions, but asked questions, and he immediately gave his answer, "It is because the people support They ah.

They protect the people from the invaders, so the people support them. Stores pay them protection fees, dealers give them fresh vegetables, and restaurants and pubs give them discounts. So they stood up when people encountered problems, helped shops and taverns maintain law and order, helped traffickers stabilize prices, and helped people who were beaten and killed to find the murderers. This is the ecology of Sicily.

They enjoy the benefits provided by the Mafia, so naturally when the Mafia is wrong and has to bear the price, they will bear the price together. "Alfonso spread out his hands, as if reciting that one plus one equals two.

"I know you must say that there is no way out. The people can't resist such a big organization. They can only agree that the mistakes of the Mafia have nothing to do with them, right?" Alfonso seemed to be in Xie Zhifei's face Seeing the entanglement and struggle, he helped him sort out the problem.

"It's not true, they support the Mafia. In Sicily, people's first reaction when they encounter something is not to punish the law, but to find the Mafia. This is their support, the Anti-Mafia Alliance, for 12 years. , There are only 700 registered merchants, and the rest of the merchants support them.

That's why they can hide among the people, because they win the hearts and minds of the people, the anti-mafia justice Giovanni Falcone was killed on the highway, and they only honk their horns when they pass there, but don't Go after the real culprits, so they're wrong.

They say the mafia is powerful, they're the death of the night, with a short gun in their waist, say goodbye when they hug their opponents, then shoot each other in the head, they say they drink the hardest and kiss the best pretty girl. They make every young man proud and proud to be a mafia!

But they didn't say that the person whose head was blown off also had his own wife and children. They didn't say that someone needed to go to jail for blowing someone's head off, and they never said that the most beautiful girl didn't want to be kissed by them. ! I remember there is a story like this in Huaxia. Heroes eat meat in large chunks, drink a lot of alcohol, and share gold and silver. Sounds intriguing, right?

But if someone kills, someone must be killed. The gold and silver that the heroes share will not appear out of thin air. If what they want to kill is ours, the gold and silver they want to share is also ours. They want...the most beautiful kiss The girl is also mine, what should I do? So they were wrong, and since they were wrong, they had to pay the price. "

Xie Zhifei finally knew why he was able to sum up the question he wanted to ask so quickly, because he must have asked and answered such a question more than once. He also hesitated, doubted, struggled, broken, and then struggled here. He came to his own answer in and broken, then swallowed the broken blood and fire, and continued to move forward firmly. He knew that he could not convince him.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little off topic." Alfonso finally realized his gaffe, and the next moment his voice changed back to his original frivolous tone.

"What do you want me to do?" Xie Zhifei asked. Since it was impossible to convince him, it was still necessary to do something practical. The monster called Rorschach in the dream said, 'It's not time for you to work yet', that is to say, they have jobs.

Alfonso hasn't answered yet, the mutation has come first, but it's hard to describe, the initial signs are light like an illusion, those slight touches are scratching in the heart, like ants, if the ant colony, and then like mosquitoes, then the illusion Rise up from the soles of your feet!

Xie Zhifei turned around abruptly, the water outside the church was shaking, and tiny and violent ripples covered the entire water, as if covered with sawtooth.

The jet-black gate cracked open behind Alfonso, and the crack was so huge that it opened straight from the ground to the top of the church spire, as if it was about to pierce into the clouds. What is it that needs to be drilled with such a huge gap? !

Every cell of Xie Zhifei was trembling, and he was afraid of the guessed possibility. This man really intends to release Behemoth and drag the entire island of Sicily into the water to be buried with the Mafia...

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Chapter one, two, three, right and wrong, four

"Don't worry, don't worry, I said there's still time." Alfonso smiled, as if he didn't notice the changes behind him at all. He took out a mobile phone and threw it to Xie Zhifei. It was a special machine that he and Ji Qinger used to communicate with The Fool.

"I found someone to change something. Now you can call and contact the outside world first." He smiled and did not make any demands on Xie Zhifei, because he knew that a smart person like Xie Zhifei would understand that he should say something at this moment. something.

In fact, what Xie Zhifei said was similar to what he wanted. After a simple identity confirmation, he completely avoided everything about Alfonso's conspiracy, Tang's revolution, etc., and emphasized that The ravages of the gods on the island and the feeling that Behemoth is about to get out of trouble. Then ask for support.

Regardless of whether it makes sense that the people that Alfonso just said were also at fault, Xie Zhifei still didn't want to give up on them. Although he knew that Behemoth's awakening was a very serious matter, so serious that the Fool and the Vatican might have responded with a nuclear bomb to wash the ground, or some other similar indiscriminate bombing.

But he still tried his best to save people and send an execution team to fight a more 'peaceful' method. That's a million people after all! Millions of fresh lives, they have their own joys and sorrows and life, parents are kind, and children have their own dreams, and at this moment, because of the mistakes that I don't know when to make, for the sake of metaphysical right and wrong died.

Things shouldn't be like this, the world shouldn't be like this! His voice was getting lower and lower, and the speed of his speech gradually decreased, along with something else. That's a truth that has nothing to do with right or wrong. That was his torture of himself, and some illusory things finally began to congeal and take shape.

"Received." The last sentence on the phone was to save more people without dying. He got this assignment. Then I folded my phone and put it in my pocket. The movements are meticulous, like the ancient scholars tidying up their clothes, they use this movement to correct their clothes and correct their thoughts at the same time. Such meticulous living, or meticulous death.

"You're wrong." He looked up at Alfonso.