$1696 Speculation

"Since I have accepted your employment, before the mission is completed, we should listen to you as long as it does not endanger ourselves. But I am very curious about where you will go after you achieve your wish. And what will we, the employers, face?”

The question from Raymond, who had a calm expression and spoke slowly, made Old Pierre, who was protected by the maid Ava, look even more delighted. He spoke calmly without concealing the approval in his eyes. "I will join the Caveman Alliance, and I also recommend that you join the Caveman Alliance and contribute your own strength to resist the bloody and tyrannical rule of the so-called Holy Lord!"

As soon as these words came out, Nina and Noel present were completely stunned.

But Raymond nodded, held down Nina who was about to jump up, and spoke. "Old Pierre, tell me everything you know. After accepting your employment, I will never be able to return to District 31. In fact, after we accepted the employment, the three of us have become defectors. No Any possibility of being re-accepted by District 31?"

"You are right. And you are smarter than what appears in the data. This even makes me doubt whether the tasks you performed before had the effect of improving your intelligence..."

Old Pierre, who seemed to be telling a joke, narrowed his eyes with no smile at all. He carefully examined Raymond's expression, and after a moment he exchanged glances with the maid Ava and continued. "Anyone who leaves the area will be regarded as a defector. As long as he comes close to the area where he originally lived, he will be inexplicably obliterated. I have researched why this is so for many years, but I can't find a conclusion that can be regarded as correct. I only know that the defectors were marked when they left, so there will be absolutely no outsiders in the area..."

Noel became furious when he heard this. "Old Pierre! That's not what you told me before! I still have friends waiting for me in the business district!"

Old Pierre turned away, finally feeling a little guilty, and said slowly. "Noel, I am indeed sorry for you. But now there is no possibility of regret, and there is no hope of recovery! Even if you want to surrender to Area 31, you are not allowed because you can't get close. There is no way to send your message to an area within two days of District 31..."

The stunned Noel looked angry, clenched his fists, and his breath seemed a little unsteady. It was obviously difficult to accept the truth after knowing it.

However, Nina, who was held down by Raymond, was relieved at this moment. She breathed a sigh of relief and spoke. "Old Pierre, why are you so angry at the researchers? Everything we do is to complete the tasks assigned by the Holy Lord, and I believe that many researchers are the same as me and have no regard for the work they are doing. I don’t know anything about it, I’m just willing to get involved, and I will feel sincere excitement and excitement because of some small discovery and progress...”

"Yes, researchers have always been deceived. Few of you are aware of how cruel and violent the tasks you are engaged in are. Moreover, it seems that every researcher has compassion and a sense of war. Resistance!"

Old Pierre's explanation confused Nina. She thought for a moment before continuing to ask. "Then why? Can't the Holy Lord allow researchers to have a firm and persistent heart similar to Noel and Michus?"

"It should be related to the memory instilled in the mind. All non-combat members have similar personalities. This is also what I don't understand..."

Having said this, the thoughtful old Pierre turned his attention to Raymond again. The exploratory meaning in his expression became more intense. "Lieutenant Michus, I don't understand your actions along the way. Logically speaking, as a lieutenant-level non-commissioned officer, you should not have such obvious sympathy, and you should not have such a keen sense. Judgment. Can you tell me about your previous missions?"

Old Pierre spoke very slowly, seeming to be considering his words.

However, Ava, the maid who protected him, seemed to have received an order and focused her cold gaze on Raymond, and an invisible force also locked Raymond. It seemed that any abnormality would lead to an attack.

"Why do you say that? Is every lieutenant-level non-commissioned officer supposed to be a bloodthirsty idiot?"

Raymond's question caused some changes in Old Pierre's expression. He thought for a while before speaking. "You can't use such words to describe lieutenant-level non-commissioned officers, but all the lieutenant-level non-commissioned officers who were stationed in District 31 twenty years ago were not smart, so their battle loss rate was very high in the early stage. You know, with you How many lieutenants were stationed in District 31 at the same time, and how many are still alive today?"

After saying that, Old Pierre, who didn't seem to need Raymond's answer, actually patted the maid Ava beside him on the arm. She immediately reported two numbers.

Nine thousand, twenty.

After the maid Ava finished speaking, seeing that there was no change in Raymond's expression, Old Pierre smiled and continued. "If we analyze it based on numbers, more than half of the lieutenant-level sergeants died in the first two years, and then there was another peak in the tenth year, but at that time it was for void creatures. The battle damage that occurred during the invasion can be ignored...

The number of remaining lieutenant-level non-commissioned officers is decreasing at a rate of 10% every year until you reach the business district in vain..."

As Old Pierre opened his mouth, Raymond, who felt the increasing pressure from the maid Ava, sighed and straightened his body, facing Old Pierre's gaze and spoke. "Go on, what do you think these data can represent? It would be better to tell them all at once!"

"Improvement! What I'm talking about is an improvement in intelligence! I don't understand why lieutenant-level non-commissioned officers become smarter and smarter the longer they survive, and they are more and more able to avoid high-impact missions, let alone why. The Holy Lord will limit the service years of every lieutenant-level sergeant to twenty-five years!”

At the end of the story, Old Pierre's expression was actually a little distorted, and he roared almost word by word. Even the eyes of Ava, the maid beside him, flashed with inexplicable sadness.

"Of all the non-commissioned officers in District 31, according to time calculation, none of them can survive the twenty-five-year time limit! And as long as the lieutenant-level non-commissioned officers are still alive after reaching this age, they will also receive the so-called 'priority' Quan' was sent directly to the mother plane!

But whether the Mother Plane exists, and whether it is really a paradise for rest, I have no way of believing it! I even suspect that all the outstanding people who were sent to the mother plane were sent to the furnace for recycling. They were simply sent to destruction! "

It was only Old Pierre's somewhat hysterical roar that finally made Noel, who was still angry before, retort. "This is impossible! I know the existence of some individuals who were sent to the mother plane to recuperate. They live a comfortable and comfortable life there, enjoying everything that was previously regarded as a cherished resource, and they also have children that truly belong to them. Descendants have regained the ability to reproduce..."

"Captain Noel, what you see and hear is what they 'deliberately' let you see and hear. Have you ever had contact with these colleagues, have you ever had to face them directly?" Or is it an opportunity for communication?”

Old Pierre, who had an expression of pity and contempt, asked several questions in succession, leaving Noel at a loss.

Even Nina, who was holding Raymond's left hand tightly, looked thoughtful. After a moment, she slowly but firmly shook her head and asked. "Old Pierre, why are you telling us this?"

"To let you know! To let you understand! To let you know that only by leaving can you continue to survive!" Old Pierre roared in vain, his expression showing sadness. "Don't have dreams and longings that end up being sent to the furnace for recycling..." (To be continued ~^~)