Chapter 94 (Five)

"Little girl?" The fat man suddenly remembered the sailing log he saw in the cave of Gacharin. The ancient earth scientist named Chen Xiuqi called the butt, and called Xiao Chi. He added the word "大天" in the middle of his name and became a little brat. Artificial intelligence actually has gender, which is something that the fat man always thought was very magical. The little brat, the little girl, for some reason, suddenly reminded him of Adam and Eve.

So, who is God?!

"Thirty years ago, after the defeat of the Binard Empire, it was completely suppressed by Feiyang in various fields." Hastings said slowly, "Originally, this country should have been in a slump, but unexpectedly, in the past twenty years, the national strength of the Binard Empire has improved by leaps and bounds."

"Is it because of that 'little girl'?" the fat man said in surprise.

Hastings nodded: "We have paid a great price to get this information. With the help of this artificial intelligence, the resources of the Binard Empire were fully utilized. If the resources of various countries were not left after thousands of squandering, there would be no need to start a war. The Binard Empire could have dragged down the Fei Alliance by just dragging it down."

The fat man was silent for a moment. He knew that in fact, it was the Butt who gathered all resources in the last few months of the Federation and established the same integration platform that allowed Lerey's Atlantis star field to be maintained and the Tibetan Fleet led by Russell.

Boswell once was worried about this. If the old man came, if the butt could have arrived a year earlier, Leray might have been a different person.

Hastings sighed and said, "I didn't expect that the rest of my life would be in a fight with a little girl. What I didn't expect was that when my life was counting down, Margaret came back and told me that there was an artificial intelligence beside you."

"Did you know what the first thought in my mind after I got this news?" Hastings looked at the fat man.

The fat man shook his head.

"I'm wondering whether God wants to save mankind or destroy mankind." Hastings's eyes passed over the fat man and looked at the night sky with bright stars outside the window. "We have ushered in a new era worth cheering. Unfortunately, no one knows whether we are standing at the gate of heaven or at the gate of hell?"

After a long time, Hastings took out a miniature electronic folder from his pocket and handed it to the fat man, signaling him to open the virtual screen that comes with it.

Countless blue light emitted by the folder intertwined a blue planet in mid-air. The planet was constantly magnifying. White clouds, blue sea and green earth were rushing towards you.

As soon as you see this planet and the companion star beside her, the fat man knows that this planet is the birthplace of human civilization and the hometown of all human beings - the earth.

"Do you know the Light?" Hastings turned around and asked. The question was abrupt.

The three words "Illuminati" quickly made the fat man take his attention away from the screen. He turned his head and looked at Hastings almost reflexively.

On the screen, ancient spacecraft flew out of the earth's atmosphere, flew towards the distant interstellar space, and disappeared into the air of the ward. Next to the picture, flowing characters introduce the great era and an organization that appeared since that era.

"The meaning is to find light," Hastings seemed to have completely ignored the fat man's quiet look at the screen, "Perhaps, I should describe it as the greatest and most mysterious illegal organization in human history."

"Illegal organization?" The fat man looked at Hastings with a bad look, and wanted to use the electronic folder in his hand to smash a table tennis ball directly on Hastings' head. "My parents are working for the illegal organization you mentioned."

"And died in an air crash twenty years ago," Hastings said lightly without looking at the fat man, "Is that right?"

"Obviously," the fat man was not surprised at all, and said with a pout, "I guess you can investigate when I first dreamed of nocturnal emissions."

"At the age of seventeen, the next day you told the girl sitting next to you. Your dick foamed at her mouth. The girl still remembers that she didn't know if it was a look of fear or pride on your face." Hastings frowned and thought for a while, "There happened to be such a paragraph in the investigation information about you. But to be honest, it was the first time that the dream was no longer there at the age of seventeen. Will it develop too late?"

"You know what you know!" The fat man was furious, and he didn't care what kind of military god was in front of him. He raised his crotch and shouted, "This is called late-achieving, do you understand late-achieving?!"

Hastings didn't start and ignored the fat man at all.

The fat man angrily went to untidy his pants and belt.

The fruit knife in Hastings's hand was spinning around his fingertips. For the first time in decades, he felt helpless: "Modern technology has eliminated unhealthy genes as early as more than two thousand years old. You should know your size and ask the doctor who is the best choice for newborn genes. It is more convenient than showing off your "great weapon" at the risk of being cut by a knife."

"Where are we talking about?" The fat man looked at the fruit knife in Hastings's hand, then looked down at his dick, and put down his crotch in disappointment.

Hastings shook his head, feeling amused and laughed at the trace of his gratitude. He had to admit that the guns and bullets came over, threw away his legs, saw countless vicious and cunning enemies, and experienced countless intrigues and dangers, and was far less shocking than a silly fat man taking off his pants and being serious.

"Illuminati? What does this organization have to do with butts?" the fat man asked, looking at the screen. He keenly noticed a message from the screen. Over the years, not only has this organization been passed down from generation to generation, but no one knows where the headquarters of this organization is, nor who the leader of each term is.

And such an organization has gained the recognition of countless top scientists. Not only did they willingly gather under the banner of the Illuminati, but they also became accustomed to the mystery of the leader of the Illuminati. Mechanics, explorers, scientists, entrepreneurs... The list of members of the Illuminati is simply a who's list.

Who has such great power?!

"About the crash that stagnated human civilization twenty years ago, in fact, many people in this world are paying attention," Hastings' expression became extremely serious. He quickly entered a string of commands on the virtual keyboard on the virtual light curtain, and a long list of reds jumped out.

When the two names quietly slid across the screen, the fat man's eyes suddenly became warm.

"Over the years, my position has given me great strength to investigate the truth of a matter," Hastings continued. "But the facts are buried very deeply. The pirate group that participated in the attack has disappeared without a trace. No living person can be found. So, what I want to tell you is not the truth of the Illuminati and the famous disaster twenty years ago, but the two facts I have obtained in my investigation that seem completely unrelated but cannot be ignored."

"What is it?" The fat man sat upright.

"First, the little girl was discovered and given to the Sober family by a famous Illuminati scientist; second, most of the Illuminati funders are former Nadmek dynasty survivors?" Hastings said word by word, and after he said that, he looked into the fat man's eyes, "What will you tell from these two points?"

"......" The fat man looked at Hastings blankly.

After a long time, the fat man coughed and said with difficulty: "This shows two facts. First, the scientist of the Illuminati is a lunatic. Secondly, whatever their motivation for giving the little girl to the Binard Empire and receiving funding from the former Nadmick dynasty, they are obviously not as noble as they seem...."

When he said the last sentence, the fat man suddenly felt a stern in his heart. It seemed that he had seen the sentence he blurted out from somewhere.

Hastings nodded at the fat man with praise: "So, in my opinion, the little girl of Binalt, the Illuminati, the attack twenty years ago, and a Nadmek dynasty, obviously has some connection. However, without evidence, we cannot know what the truth is."

Hastings closed the electronic folder as he said.

"In the attack twenty years ago, most of the pirates that participated in the attack were confirmed to have died. None of them died normally. I also talked with General Bernardote, and we are all sure that at least some people still live in the free world. Only in that place can they stay away from the threat."

"Find the pirate who attacked the spacecraft, find the Exploration Team member who miraculously sensed danger and left early, or," Hastings pushed the wheelchair and slid towards the door, "let the little brat look for the little girl...but, the premise is that you have to knock down Sober first."

He opened the door and turned around: "In addition, if you are in good health, come to me. I heard that you can win the platoon competition of Qianli without casualties. I haven't played deduction confrontation for a long time, and I feel a little itchy."

The fat man looked at the old man at the door who was regarded as a god by all soldiers including Siyo.

Hastings was thin, pale and wrinkles filled his forehead.

A great war thirty years ago led him to lead the Feiyang Republic to become the largest superpower in human society. Since then, no one has been able to shake his status.

The name Hastings was well-known long before the fat man joined the army. For this person, he had nothing but awe.

This is the truth. The fat man swears that even he untied his pants just now, he was in awe.

However, in this war, many of Hastings's practices have always been difficult for the fat man to understand.

He is the most determined defender of Feiyang's interests. This can be seen from his spare no effort to expand throughout the universe for Feiyang over the years.

However, if he only had the interests of the Feiyang Republic in his eyes, then the war should not have entered this stage at this moment. As long as he thought, the Feiyang Republic would continue to maintain a tacit understanding with the Binalt Empire. The two giants could watch the younger brothers beside him kill each other coldly until the last drop of blood was shed before taking action.
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