Chapter 475 NO.58: Some people think you are a mercenary!

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 475 NO.58 Some people think you are a mercenary!

Create a new world.

A different world than the game world, but a different world that truly matches the real world.

Such great achievements are rarely achieved by even those beings called gods, but in the end such ambitions are just for the purpose of invading the world.

well.

Omo sighed, whether it was irritation or pity.

He leaned on the sofa relaxedly, tilting his head to look at the rain that was almost washing away the glass window, and then he remembered something.

For example, in the world of Ultraman, war, or aggression, is probably a common and eternal theme.

This is a very distant word for the residents who have lived in the Federation of Terra for a long time.

Since the establishment of the Star Alliance, the Star Calendar Era has begun.

Large-scale wars will be extinct.

Small-scale wars are occasionally launched, and it is unknown which small planet or planetary belt in the universe.

Anyway, it won't be within the scope of the solar system. After all, this is the territory of the core civilization of the Covenant Alliance - the Holy Federation of Terra.

But war is an eternal proposition.

Even in the so-called peaceful years, it just changed its form.

It is often opened between cities and planets, starting from the fields of business, culture, economy, etc.

But even so, this term is still too far away from the citizens of Jiemen District.

Even the word 'invasion' is the same - it is difficult to squeeze it into terms such as 'vegetable prices', 'tuition fees', and 'horse tickets'.

Even if Ormer has become a mercenary, his range of activities usually does not exceed one galaxy.

And the battlefield of this galaxy...

"In the past six hundred years so far, the authority of the Holy Federation of Terra, or the Heart of Terra, has been challenged 1,426 times."

"That sounds amazing."

"I don't see any surprise on your expression...ah, thank you."

The man who spoke was wearing a black dress, sitting opposite him, and with an extremely upright posture, he thanked the clerk for the coffee.

The clerk responded politely and walked away with the tray, as if he wasn't curious about the floating object like a red sunny doll behind him.

"Ah, this is such a nice place."

The man undoubtedly admired this professionalism very much, and he was full of praise after picking up the coffee and taking a sip.

“The coffee is also very good, so good, so good!”

“It makes me want to open a similar coffee shop!”

He kept praising him in a Far East dialect, but he didn't care about the attention paid by the guests on other seats. He just looked around at the elegant decoration and fresh green plants in this small shop, and finally looked at the similarly messed up shop, which he didn't care about the view, but just spread out.

Young man looking at the ceiling from a sofa chair.

The young man was wearing the same black slim-fitting suit and glasses, and there was a briefcase on the side of the sofa.

It even gave the meeting a somewhat commercial feel.

But his mud-like sitting posture doesn't look like a salesman.

At least he won't be a qualified salesman.

On the table between the two of them, although there was coffee, there was a card that looked like a children's toy in the middle, which made the person look unserious.

"In Orb's universe, your colleagues have already done similar things, and if the owner of this shop were present, this coffee shop would probably change."

The young man sunk deep into the sofa said calmly.

His eyes were still on the grid-like ceiling, as if there was something particularly attractive to him inside.

Such a place does not exist.

What he was looking at was a screen of light that was invisible to the other party.

On the screen were battlefield images shot from the first perspective of the data world.

In the image, there are monsters, Ultraman and Servants, but the absent Digimon... is the photographer who has his hands free to fire projectiles to deal with the blockers.

Compared with those special photography films that insist on restoring the original work and have limitations in shooting technology, this picture is more powerful.

Or more popcorn.

But since it’s all about popcorn, I have to complain that this gorgeous and magnificent scene is not really suitable for coffee.

It would be more appropriate to switch to soda.

But this shop is an orthodox coffee shop.

Although milk is prepared, soda will not be provided.

There won’t be any messy dish-style coffee either – which is a good thing.

"Change?" The man was a little curious.

"The owner of this store is also a busy person, and she is currently busy in a data world base somewhere, but you might as well guess whether she is willing to work overtime there."

"I see, it's really a bad idea, Mr. Linton."

"I don't accept this groundless accusation." The young man finally broke free from the softness of the sofa, sat up and took a sip of his coffee.

"Especially in this heavy rain, I should have been drinking coffee at home and listening to a song, and that song was sung by a child I admire very much."

"You look like a young father boasting about his children."

"That would be fast forwarding too much. I haven't considered signing an agreement to raise children, and I haven't considered having a girlfriend as a companion."

"Do you have any other girlfriends?"

"No, none, I'm just used to using words that cut to the core," the young man said calmly, "And are we digressing too much?"

"Indeed," the man nodded gracefully, "So do you admit that you chose this place just to embarrass me?"

"This is still not the original topic, and you have committed aggression and still feel embarrassed by the hostility of the victim?" The young man pushed up his glasses in confusion.

"At least it's rare to encounter a shop that is satisfactory enough, but to make it so unpleasant..." The man was silent for a moment with regret, then regained his luster, "In this case, after my invasion is successful, I will completely transform this shop.

Just make it my thing."

"That's not good." The young man sat up slightly, then bent slightly and raised his hand, turning over the middle card among the three cards on the table.

Looking at the image of the huge eye-shaped creature above, he shook his head feeling rather unlucky and threw the eye Q card back on the table.

"The general trend of invasion will change many things. In the process, this coffee shop may lose excellent employees, lose its original flavor, and even the entire shop may cease to exist."

Having said this, he sat up straight again, leaning on the back of the chair again, looking down at him from a lower field of vision.

"I still suggest that you copy the same store, or it would be more practical to poach people directly."

These words somewhat shocked the other party: "I thought you and the shop owner were friends."

"It can be no, it can be, it doesn't matter, after all, you won't succeed."

Omer said, glancing at the fighter plane that suddenly broke into the screen.

It wasn't that the super agent finally arrived, but that Bellstarmon finally reached the city limits where he was active.

This base city is indeed very large, and there are no decent landmark buildings. It seems like there are copied and printed cities everywhere.

This fails to highlight the style of the characteristic architecture and is obviously intended to confuse the public.

In fact, when you want to delay and don't want intruders to discover important facilities, don't consider wonder buildings.

Especially when there are explosives in the invader team.

The more unique the architectural shape, the more quickly it turns into ruins.

"That is hard to agree with, Mr. Linton."

"So, have any of the 1,426 war attempts been successful?"

"It seems there isn't." The man raised his hand and gently pressed the white emblem with a skull pattern on the chest of the dress.

Then, light overflowed from it.

Forming characters that gradually become clearer.

That is the federal history of the other party's integration, or in other words, the history of being invaded.

There was not even one success, he just recorded it one by one.

Of course, if it succeeds, the Terra Federation's voice in the Star Alliance will also plummet.

"What about the near future?" Omer picked up the coffee and sipped it.
To be continued...