I set up a shelter organization

Mi Lan made the number seven with his right hand at his chin.

"Of course, kill them all."

A deep oppression that seemed capable of drowning people emerged from Mi Lan's originally clear eyes, as if endless sea water was pouring into her body, unable to struggle and could only sink heavily to the bottom of the sea, making people feel the horror of the deep sea.

Du Jiashi and others who were staring into his eyes were shocked.

Then a thought came to their mind: as expected, they are people who admire white leftists, and they are very similar to them.

But there's something different.

Yang Yu observed for a while and found that this was probably a child trying to attract the attention of an adult, and then imitating the character and behavior of the adult he admired in order to gain the adult's attention?

Unfortunately, that adult's character was so bad that he didn't even want to look at him.

Mi Lan is too persistent.

So, Mi Lan developed this naive yet cruel character?

"All, all killed?" Du Jiashi was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue.

Yin Nu clenched her fists. She didn't know if she could do it. She could fight against the monsters or kill the bad guys, but she couldn't do it to ordinary people who just had different opinions.

Maybe she couldn't get over it in her heart.

People who have not undergone certain training, or whose own character is not firm or cruel enough, cannot attack others.

Xu Rou: "The people of this world have struggled to survive. For those who didn't attack us, are there any other more peaceful methods?"

If the Xia Kingdom was attacked, it would fight back fiercely, but it was not a country that advocated aggression.

In ancient times, going to war had to have a legitimate reason.

Yang Yu: "It's impossible for everyone to resist. There will always be people who will see the situation clearly and surrender. As long as we communicate well and let them know that after joining the Deviant Society, they can survive well, and even live better than before, maybe we won't even need to fight, and they will surrender."

Yang Yu could tell what kind of life the people here lived just by looking at the environment.

A large area of ​​land has been polluted. There should still be some land suitable for cultivation, but not much. The food produced may only be supplied to the upper class, and the lower class can only rely on labor to get a small amount of food that is barely enough to avoid starvation.

If you want to eat meat, you can only hunt and kill those contaminated and mutated animals. You don’t know if you will get sick if you eat their meat.

No, perhaps the world is already sick, very sick.

Now it is just barely surviving, and no one knows when it will perish.

Mi Lan saw that they had already started discussing how to persuade the other party to surrender and not resist.

He burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, of course I was lying to you~"

"Ah?" The four of them looked confused.

"You're a newbie, huh? Have you forgotten the existence of human relations rules in the Deviant Society?"

"Humanity Regulations?" Du Jiashi touched his head, feeling a little itchy, as if he was about to grow a brain.

Yang Yu: "I think I've heard of it, but I'm not sure what the specific regulations are."

Yin Nu and Xu Rou also recalled carefully, but they had only heard of it.

Mi Lan: "Because you weren't contract masters before, you certainly didn't need to know this. But after this, you will be asked to memorize the long Human Protection Regulations, right?"

"Listen carefully! Article 4 of the Humanitarian Protection Ordinance is to protect the flame of civilization and ensure the transmission of human principles."

"Not only can we not destroy the transmission of a civilization, on the contrary, if we see that civilization is about to be destroyed, we need to spend energy to protect it."

Du Jiashi: "Huh? This is the first time I've heard that our organization isn't a shelter organization?"

Yang Yu: "It sounds more like a salvation organization."

Xu Rou: "Really? So the organization still needs to do this kind of thing."

Ms. Yin: "It will be very hard, right?"

Not only do we have to contain the weirdness, but we also have to protect civilization. If the organization is not strong enough, it is easy to lose sight of the big picture.

Mi Lan saw that they had misunderstood the idea, so he corrected them: "It's not what you think. If you think the Yigui Society is a savior organization, you are wrong. To be more precise, it should be the owner of the garden who maintains the health of the giant tree."

"If the civilizations in those worlds and dimensions are like leaves, and the countless universes are like giant trees, then the extinction of civilization in a world or dimension will cause that world to lose the light of civilization, and the leaves on the corresponding giant tree will wither and fall."

"The strange one is more like a pest that damages trees. If you leave a leaf alone, it will be difficult for the insect to survive after all the leaves on the tree fall off."

"What we have to do is to remove pests and ensure the health of every leaf, thus ensuring the health of the giant tree."

"Then, harvesting abundant fruits from these giant trees and strengthening ourselves is a mutually beneficial thing."

"So, the organization will consider whether it's worth saving the world. After all, removing some diseased leaves will also protect other leaves and branches from being infected."

This is just an analogy.

The specific situation will certainly be more complicated.

Mi Lan just gave an example to help these newcomers better understand why the organization would spend the effort to do this.

"Of course, you just need to listen to it. I heard that it all started when the president was establishing the organization. In order to prevent the Deviants from losing their original ideals as they grew stronger, he became unscrupulous and eventually lost himself, becoming a new pest that did all sorts of evil.

This is probably a rule he set in order to find what he wants."

The four newcomers listened very carefully and silently took note of what Mi Lan said.

They became increasingly curious about the president, whom they had only heard of but never seen, and they couldn't wait to get to know him.

What kind of person is the president who built such a powerful organization?

What is his philosophy?

What kind of mood did he have when he set these rules?

Suddenly, they seemed to see a pair of inclusive eyes, watching them silently.

The Order, the Contract Master, the employees, and everything else turned into a sphere, held in the palm of the hand by a man as powerful as a god.

They all grew up slowly under his watchful eye.

Then it slowly floated in his hand, flapped its wings and flew, circling around him.

He stood at the end of time, and with just a glance back, countless spheres gritted their teeth and chased after him recklessly.

It seemed that those worlds were chasing him, but in fact, it was because he exuded a strong gravitational force, like invisible threads that sucked them tightly, making them unconsciously chase him non-stop.

Several people's hearts beat faster and faster with excitement, their eyes filled with longing, curiosity and admiration for the president.

The world under his gaze, tolerance and salvation will probably rush towards him without hesitation like a moth to a flame, right?