"That's not necessarily."

Pamela slightly closed the cold light in her eyes, and her expression became slightly gentle: "There has never been absolutely invincible in this world, and the same is true for the fourth-level evolved people. The power from the demons in the space field is too powerful, and we cannot guarantee that no one will be absolutely not tempted. Even the commander of the legion, Mr. Hoffman, will be no exception in this issue."

"Relax, your nerves are too nervous. I am only a third-level, and in front of you, it is a character who doesn't even have enough little fingers. A tiger is actually worried that a sheep poses a threat to him. It makes people laugh out loud if you say this. Pamela, I always think you are my friend, and it is the most trustworthy kind. I really don't want to deal with you. I just feel my mind is messy and I want to have a cup of coffee to refresh myself. You also know that I drank a lot of wine last night, and three girls almost absorbed all my energy. I'm soft now, and I can just take an old woman and drag me away with a light goose feather. You know my habit, the coffee is in that closet, and you've seen me take things out of it at least hundreds of times. How about it, will excessive tension lead to selective amnesia?"

Dai Xiaolou shook the key and made a "ding bell clang" sound in the air. Before Pamela could speak, he had already walked to the closet, opened the cabinet door with the key, and took out the can of coffee, as well as creamer and sugar.

Soon, twice as fragrant coffee was placed on the table. Whether it was out of bad taste or deliberate revenge, Pamela found that her cup of coffee contained too much creamer, so that there was almost no coffee. It was simply a cup of white hot milk.

"You should drink more to keep your skin smooth and white."

Dai Xiaolou sat on another handful of transfers, stirring coffee with a spoon while glancing at Pamela's legs exposed outside the skirt with his eyes, and said vaguely: "Your stockings have a really good texture. Did I introduce the brand you bought last time? I remember it seems to be called Mengdi or Vera? The advertising slogan is really sensational, and the model's figure is also great. Well, I should take advantage of the opportunity to go out for a public holiday next time and go to her to have a good chat, and then bring it back to the officer bar to let those young people with passionate blood take a good look. I feel overjoyed when I think of their saliva. This must be very interesting."

Pamela did not care about Dai Xiaolou's jokes and said calmly: "You should understand that the reason why you can still sit here and talk to me now is because these things you do not pose a threat to the Legion itself and did not cause any substantial damage. But in any case, your approach violates relevant regulations and does not comply with the procedures. If the military and legal department intervenes, you will have no chance to defend."

Dai Xiaolou smiled slightly and said with a clear expression: "Are you sure you really want to help me? Or, just to satisfy your curiosity?

"You are both. You are the best young man I have ever met, no doubt. You are also the youngest and most promising intelligence director of the "Iron Warriors" Legion, the best intelligence director ever. When it comes to selecting people, the Hoffman Legion Commander has a unique vision. He can hardly make mistakes. I believe him and I am willing to believe you."

The old woman put away the fighting spirit that was released, picked up the coffee and took a sip. The too much creamer made her frown suddenly, and she never wanted to continue trying a second sip.

Dai Xiaolou took all this into his eyes, and smiled and slowly pushed the coffee in front of him towards Pamela. Then, he pulled the cup that the old woman had just drunk.

"This cup is yours. You just took the wrong one."

Dai Xiaolou was quite unreasonable and unforgiving: "I know your habits. You like to drink cappuccinos, less milk, more coffee, hehehehe."

Pamela frowned slightly and didn't say anything. She just looked at the cup of coffee that Dai Xiaolou took away, looked down at the cup in front of her that had just been replaced, thought for a moment, then picked it up and took a sip.

Dai Xiaolou saw everything.

"You're right, we should be more honest."

He took out the cigarette with interest, took out a ignite, and said in a smog, "Pamela, I have to admire your strong and keen intuition and thinking ability. I always think you are a qualified secretary... No, you should be the best secretary in the world. The Legion Commander's appreciation for you is indeed in line with your ability. Whether it is administrative ability or insight and analysis of things, you are far superior to others, and even the top combat team commanders who have received the emperor's gene reward."

Pamela's expression was very calm, but it was completely different from her inner world. Dai Xiaolou had already revealed a lot of content in his words just now. Of course, there was no problem on the surface. Only those who knew about the many secrets of the Empire and the Legion, such as himself, would notice some subtle clues from it.

"You are older than me and have been in the Legion Intelligence Department for a long time than I do."

Dai Xiaolou took the ashtray placed on the table and asked lightly: "You should have read the document Ding No. 103 of the high-level archives, right?"

The old woman nodded slowly, with a thoughtful look on her face.

Ding No. 103 High-level Archives are about a woman named Sarasmith. Simply put, it is about her personal life experience. But in terms of the key part, neither the content nor the relevant characters involved can be considered simple.

There has always been injustice in the civilized world. This is not only reflected in the property and the benefits they enjoy, but also in the amount of resources that everyone can get, or it can be said that the society allocates.

The class division in the empire was much more obvious than imagined. If ordinary civilians were regarded as the basis of the rule of the imperial aristocratic rule, then there were even worse human poor people under the civilians, and even worsened their living conditions.

Sarasmith is such a girl born in the slums of the Empire. She is not beautiful, and the gene that all women dream of has obviously not appeared in the history of her family. What's worse is that the era in which Sarasmith happened to be a period when the human empire had a big debate on skin color and race, and even caused extremely strong racial discrimination. For a poor girl like her with brown skin, living in that era is indeed not a blessing.

"If we follow the imperial calendar, the year when Sarasmith was born should be the third year when His Majesty the Emperor entered the Golden Throne. Haha, one person fell into a deep sleep, while the other person was almost born at the same time. This is probably what the Creator calls fairness."

Dai Xiaolou's feelings did not resonate with Pamela. The old woman has long been accustomed to Dai Xiaolou's habit of saying irrelevant nonsense when others think. He always uses this method to disturb your thinking logic, so that you can follow his words and unknowingly walk into the thinking trap.

The slums in the empire were full of sin. At that time, there was no place for villains such as Red Rock City to gather. Homicide, robbery, steal, sell, prostitute, and banned stimulants... All these messy things made the already poor living environment worse. To some extent, this should be regarded as a negative effect caused by the emperor after the end of the rebellion war. But for those living in it, such as Sarasmith, childhood is definitely not a happy thing. In that place covered by darkness and sin, even the purest ones,

They will be eroded and become evil aggregates. Girls must come out to make money from a very young age. Of course, the bargaining chips are their bodies. As for boys, they often fall into the hands of human traffickers and sell them to beggars who can enter and exit the empire and upper social areas as needed. They are usually cut off their hands and feet, or have extremely terrible wounds on the surface of their bodies through surgical methods. For example, the internal organs are exposed, or the large-scale infection of radioactive substances is caused by large-scale infections in the body. This makes them look particularly painful, and it is easy to arouse the pity of others, and can get more money.

It was an extremely dirty and sunless place. Sarasmith realized this at a very young age and decided to challenge an unfair fate. Her desire for a better life was so strong that she even killed her stepfather who abused her. Due to her clever technique, no one noticed that the murder was the masterpiece of a four-year-old child. In this way, Sarasmith was sent to a public nursery.

She just regarded it as a temporary life transfer station, a place to get more food and nutrition and grow taller and stronger. Just as she turned six, Sarasmith fled from the nursery school. During the wandering process, she learned more things, and even learned the vivid imitation ability by watching TV by watching TV.

That is definitely not a trick to imitate the showman to please the audience on the stage. Sarasmith may have this terrible talent in her genes. She is simply the top actor in the world. She lives in a downtown area and carefully observes everyone around her. Imitation is not only about clothing and appearance, but more importantly, the influence and shaping of various factors related to the inner world and the environment on the individual. It is precisely with this special ability that outsiders think of it but cannot discover that Sarasmith successfully left the middle class area of ​​the imperial society, commonly known as the common area, and managed to survive in the upper aristocratic society. She stayed there for several years. With the counterfeiting technology learned in the lowest slums and the later imitation talent, Sarasmith actually managed to enter the best private school at that time as a recommendation from a certain aristocratic person and received a series of higher education.

A series of subsequent survey results showed that Sarasmith had excellent character and academic performance during her school days, and even wrote several papers of considerable standards. Her behavior was so appropriate that it fully met the standards of interpreting nobles in the upper class. No one had ever doubted her true identity. There were also many boys pursuing her in the school. It was through this loving pursuit that Sarasmith received a lot of money from many suitors in a quiet manner and maintained her studies.

Although life in the upper area is much better than the nightmarish bottom life, Sarasmith still decided to leave here. It was not her home after all. Although this issue once confused her, she finally chose the direction of future development.

After graduation, it took Sarasmith more than three years to truly get into the upper class of the empire. She carefully created a car accident, which scared a marquis accidentally. So Sarasmith appeared at the most appropriate time and acted as a brave person to save people. Good conversation and legal graduation certificate made Sarasmith favored the Marquis, and thus became her personal maid. Under the protection of this legal halo, Sarasmith's courage became increasingly fierce, and his ideas and thinking also developed in a more terrifying direction.

At a summer dance held by the Marquis, Sarasmith killed a distant niece who ruled the Empire at that time, and replaced it with her own according to the costume and body characteristics of the murdered girl. No one found the flaws, and Sarasmith's planning in using time was unparalleled. On the one hand, she resigned from the Marquis, and on the other hand, she quickly adapted to the surroundings as the governor's niece. All this can be said to be seamless. Sarasmith, who was only fifteen years old, has become a privileged nobleman. She went to and from the upper dance party, wore the most luxurious clothes, and enjoyed the purest drinks and food... However, Sarasmith was still unwilling to stop. The calm and comfortable life was not attractive to her. One terrible thought after another appeared in her head full of evil and crazy ideas.

Perhaps, it is precisely what a famous cardinal said: "People born in dirt and evil environments can never clear their negative genes. They will always be controlled and can only obey this innate sin instinct."

Sarasmith never revealed what her next plan was. She had fallen in love with the game of constantly changing identities. Yes, this kind of thing seemed to her indeed a game. Although crazy and terrible, it was extremely exciting. In the years when she pretended to be the niece of the governor, Sarasmith killed an earl's daughter, a duchess, and a total of twenty-eight ordinary imperial citizens of different identities and backgrounds. Of course, all these dead people were women, and Sarasmith had found her own greatest pleasure in this repeated and uninterrupted disguise. The techniques she used and the time period for each impersonator to appear were exquisite. None of the families of the deceased saw the difference, nor did they know that their relatives had long turned into corpses. The person who appeared in front of her was just a complete counterfeit.

Sarasmith did not gain any benefits through this imitation. She just found it very interesting, like a madman who burned commodity shelves without hesitation to get the candy jar placed on a high place.

If it weren't for being too bold, no one would have discovered the clues. Sarasmith might have wanted to challenge the highest difficulty of imitating the game. She killed an official's son who often traveled to the Governor's House. She observed this new target for a long time and decided that all the details were not missed before she started. However, on the first day of disguising herself into the official's family, the problem was discovered by the official's wife, the mother of the murdered boy. That was a special habit of the boy when he went to the toilet, and only his mother would know his son.

Suspicion of Sarasmith emerged from that time. But no one thought that the Governor's niece would be a murderer. After investigating a series of seemingly unrelated cases, a prosecutor revealed Sarasmith's disguise. She escaped the arrest very cunningly and dealt with the prosecutor and the angry Governor's army for half a month. Before she was finally captured, Sarasmith took away the lives of two pursuers.

The only blood heir died, and the governor was furious about Sarasmith's crimes and was desperate to make her pay the price of her life for such crimes. But the prosecutor obviously had his own plans. He took Sarasmith away and assured the governor that Sarasmith would make up for all the sins she committed. The prosecutor handed Sarasmith to the Imperial Mission for a test to determine whether she was suitable to join the Temple of Assassinators of the Combat Sisters. Sarasmith easily passed all physical and skill tests, and the intelligence test also clearly showed that she was much smarter than most imperial subjects. Based on this very rare talent and physique, the Combat Sisters had a debate with the Imperial Police Agency at that time on the specific use of Sarasmith.

Not everyone looks at the problem from another perspective like the prosecutor. Many people think that although Sarasmith has a super talent, her loyalty to the empire has been questioned. The masters of the nun Temple believe that this is just a small personal flaw, and it only takes a few years of hard training to correct it. After all, a qualified temple assassin is very rare, equivalent to a dark marquis with equal strength. If the assassin has a special imitation talent like Sarasmith, then even if her combat ability is average, her success rate will be far higher than that of those powerful warriors when performing missions.

The temple master at that time responded to all doubts in one sentence.

"We need warriors who can walk in the darkness. We look at things themselves, not completely with darkness or light. We can transform her and control her. We must believe in the future and believe that the emperor's glory is enough to change the hardest stubborn stone in the world."
Chapter completed!