Chapter 201

There is no supervisor whose head is full of question marks.

Orlega has already walked out of the building belonging to the Strategic Information Collection Department at this time.

The obstacles, defensive equipment, and security personnel along the way do not even have the ability to perceive or hinder him.

Standing on the carefully decorated steps at the entrance of the building, Orlega lifts the head glanced at the stars in the sky.

The thing was supposed to be in the shape of a big Fireball, but it is now covered with various advertising screens.

It looks like a giant ball light screen.

As early as 100,000 years ago.

The Lar Empire has successfully established the Dyson Sphere, so except for the necessary light sources, the stars in the sky basically do not leak any light.

All the energy it releases is used to supply nearby planets for daily energy.

To a certain extent, as an interstellar empire, the Lar empire has long since reached the point where the whole people have no worries about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and there is no lack of spiritual entertainment.

Although it is still a few blocks away from the fantasy utopia, for many backward planets, the living conditions of the residents here are already at a dream level.

Although internal class contradictions are still unavoidable.

After all, births are unequal, how can you keep your mentality stable?

However, this kind of sociological question means not at all for the demon Orlega.

The reason why he thinks about these things is just that he has read too many books, and all kinds of knowledge are in his mind, and his thinking that’s all often glows.

For the devil species, the’equality’ this thing itself is farting, killing all, burning all, stealing all, bullying the weak… is the fun of overwhelming majority demons.

For Orlega, the greatest joy is being able to do whatever you want.

He doesn’t care about the so-called good and evil. He just wants to do something that makes him happy. If he wants to kill, he will kill, and whoever wants to rob is robbed. He stands alone.

At this moment, watching all around the small flying vehicles flying fast, and the pedestrians shopping casually, he is wondering whether or not to attack this country.

To tell the truth, the trillions of people are still a little cautious looking at it.

After reading the information of the four strongest guys in this country, he already understood their approximate strength.

So I don’t even bother to put them in my eyes.

He didn’t need to treat them as opponents before he got rid of Rajaglen, let alone get Rajaglen and Charles’s kind contributions now.

Except for some special weapons and calling for foreign aid, Orlega does not need to care about any counterattacks from this country.

But here comes the biggest problem.

If he feels that he really wants to attack, the plane consciousness of this plane might directly attack him.

This undoubtedly made him a little uncomfortable.

As an outsider, they, who are devil, have always been targeted.

As for that not long ago, he and Rajaglen had a fight, and even the planets of life hadn’t moved much. They just ruined a small primordial country and sculpted a few on a few uninhabited planets. Hole, by the way, the sun’s solar storm is a bit disordered.

There is no big news yet!

But Orlega has already felt that the oppressive force of this plane is rising exponentially.

And if these things are done by local beings, even if they are ten times more serious, the plane consciousness will not react.

From the perspective of plane consciousness, it belongs to the internal circulation, and basically no loss occurs, but it will not work if it is changed to Orlega. It is equivalent to external transmission, so he is particularly hated.

At this time, there was a piece of cake in front of him, but he couldn’t find a chance to start, Orlega felt a little disturbed…

After thinking about it, he was a little bit difficult to choose. In the end, a random selection was adopted.

‘Let me see how many residents there are in this street in Kangkang, I will do it directly, catch a wave and run, and even I will cut leeks in a curve…’

With this thought, he began to count how many people there were on the street.

It didn’t take long.

‘Double number, let’s poison it…’

In the end, he chose to cut the leek in a curve.

The only problem is that as an interstellar civilization, the medical level of the Lar empire has reached a certain level. Ordinary diseases basically do not have much effect here, and only a few special diseases can It works on them.

This greatly increases the difficulty of Orlega’s work!

Although it was still done in a day.

After all, in this respect, he is also an old expert and has rich experience in committing crimes.

However, as a pursuing demon, he is not satisfied with this.

As an interstellar empire, the Lar empire has a fairly large circulation of personnel, and the entire universe runs around randomly.

This provides considerable convenience for the spread of the disease!

In line with the principle of making the business bigger and stronger, Orlega gradually turned its attention to other interstellar forces, and began to make more detailed adjustments to the popularity of those diseases and the adaptability of various races.

Strive to let everyone share the same difficulties!

So as not to make some guys feel unbalanced, take care of everyone’s mentality!

So he began to collect information of various races by various means.

I have to say that Interstellar Era is convenient, basically everything can be found online.

Provides great convenience for Orlega.

Save a lot of time.

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Two days later.

Just when Orlega has overcome the technical difficulties of the virus and is working hard to contribute to the types of diseases in the Lar Empire and the entire universe.

The director of the Strategic Information Collection Department is sitting in a small dark room being interrogated by a team of personnel.

A guy with a little old appearance, looking at the sad-faced supervisor, asked with a serious expression: “What happened that day!”

He has been interrogated many times. The supervisor replied with a numb face: “At the time we received the video material, I opened it out of curiosity… and when I saw the content, it was a sudden pain, except for me and a few of my strengths. Except for Qiang’s subordinates, everyone else is alive and pains to death.”

“We know this.

After testing, one of the information recorded in the image did not know The appearance of Ming Existence has a memetic effect, which will make the creatures who look directly at his real body feel severe pain indiscriminately. Only the existence with sufficient strength can exempt it.

So for safety, we have sealed it up.

And what we want to know now is, who on earth used your authority to read a lot of secret information that day?”

The supervisor shook his head helplessly: “I really don’t know, no one had ever moved the console at that time…”

Not long after.

Several interrogators were sitting in a closed room.

The youngest interrogator discussed with a serious look: “Those survivors should really not know the truth, and according to the live video taken by the optical brain, no one used the console at that time, I’m afraid The other party used a certain method that we cannot observe, so the next investigation is very difficult…

As for the Trady ship that passed the image back, it has not been found until now. According to Guangbrain According to the calculation, they have a great probability that they have encountered accidents…

I feel that the difficulty of investigating the matter has exceeded the scope of our ability to deal with it, so I propose to apply for support from above.”

After others listened, they all nodded.

“Agree.”

“Agree.”

“…”