Chapter 651 Conservatives and Radicals

Richard stood next to the four-eyed man holding the transmitter. All the invaders around him, no matter how strong they were, fainted on the ground.

Even though Richard and Ulysses were using clones now, these level one and level two guys were no different from bugs to them.

"Excuse me, can you tell me what organization you are?"

The four-eyed man looked around a little at a loss. Richard and Ulysses were so fast that he was reporting that everything was going well the second before, and the invading team fell to the ground the next second.

"You you..."

The four-eyed man pointed at Richard, and his overly intense emotions made him unable to speak. Richard shook his head helplessly and waved his hand. A soul witchcraft that could calm the soul fell on the four-eyed man.

"I'll ask again, what organization are you."

Before the four-eyed man answered, a voice came from the transmitter in his hand.

"We are the Fusion Party. You are a powerful man who has never been known before. Where did you come from?"

Listening to the question in the communicator, Richard was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that one question would let the person on the other end of the communicator guess his identity.

In order to confirm his thoughts, Richard deliberately said vaguely: "I am from the East."

"East?"

On the other side of the communicator, a four-eyed man in gorgeous clothes fell into deep thought.

"Could it be a hermit who lived in seclusion during the catastrophe?"

The history before the catastrophe is an extremely niche and unpopular subject for ordinary people. Even if ordinary people deliberately look for it, they will be confused by many vague remarks. But for secret organizations like them, the history before the catastrophe is necessary knowledge.

As a senior member of the Fusion Party, he knows the history before the catastrophe very well. The hermit is a branch of the four-eyed people on the evolutionary path before the catastrophe. They advocate not relying on external things and pursuing their own inner strength.

"Zizizizi..."

Before he continued to speak, the communicator seemed to be interfered with by something, or there was a problem with the signal. Anyway, a burst of interference sound suddenly came from the transmitter. The gorgeously dressed four-eyed man listened to the sound, sighed, and a ball of fire suddenly appeared in his hand, burning the transmitter into a pile of waste.

"Alas, I actually met a hermit who came out of the world, and he is also a fucking fourth-level monk. I think the snake king was driven back by some ancient magic, and he worked in vain."

The four-eyed man complained and threw the residue in his hand into the trash can. He came to the window, and the whole city seemed to be stepped on by him.

...

"Zizizi..."

Listening to the "zizi" sound from the microphone, Richard knew without thinking that the signal was cut off. This kind of portable information transmission tool, an organization like the Control Bureau cannot fail to control its base station.

"Alas, since the signal is gone. Then I can only use your soul to supplement it."

Richard put the transmitter into his pocket and slapped the four-eyed man's head. The next moment, the four-eyed man's head exploded, and his soul quietly entered Richard's body.

Anderson walked quickly to Richard and said sincerely, "Thank you very much for your help."

Richard smiled and said indifferently, "It's just a small favor. I have a question to ask." Richard changed the subject, looked into Anderson's eyes, and asked with a smile:

"What kind of organization is the Fusion Party?"

"... Gulp!"

Anderson swallowed stiffly.

Richard did not release the pressure, but his eyes made Anderson have no will to lie. His body resisted lying and resisted the action that would kill him.

"The Fusion Party... is a group of terrorists. These guys are hostile to us."

"Oh." Richard nodded slightly, "What about more specific things? What does this Fusion Party do? Why are they hostile to you?"

Richard's voice was calm, but with a kind of majesty that did not deny. Anderson thought he had seen many big figures, even the elusive director of the Control Bureau, he had seen several times.

But he had never been as nervous as he was now.

"The Fusion Party is a group of terrorists. They believe that we will merge with other worlds sooner or later. Instead of being exhausted by endless invasion disasters, it is better to accelerate the fusion directly and then concentrate on gaining a foothold in the new world."

"Well," Richard was a little surprised, "This is interesting. Their idea is indeed a solution."

Richard's words made Anderson's body stiffen suddenly. Would the man in front of him switch to the Fusion Party because of his introduction?

"It's just that this method has too much impact on ordinary people. The changes in the world may make things that were originally harmless become deadly. Ordinary people who have not embarked on the path of evolution will easily die in large numbers when encountering such a big change." Richard said thoughtfully.

He suddenly thought of one thing. If he wants to conquer this world, he must deal with the matter of world fusion.

Anderson didn't know what Richard was thinking. Seeing that Richard didn't seem to approve of this method, he quickly said, "That's true. The casualties caused by this method are no less than a major disaster. That's why we are almost in a life-and-death relationship with the Fusion Party."

"So what is your solution?" Richard suddenly looked at Anderson, "As a big dark organization, you must have your own solution."

"This... With my authority, I haven't accessed any information about this." Anderson hesitated for a moment and replied somewhat helplessly.

"No?!"

"It's my authority that I can't access." Anderson emphasized, "There are level 5 administrative specialists, level 5 executive specialists, and the director above me.

I can't access a lot of information because of confidentiality."

"Okay."

Richard glanced at the invading soldiers around him and said to Anderson: "I won't deal with these people, you can handle it yourself. In addition, I want to go around the city, arrange a guide for me."

Richard's tone was relaxed and carefree, like a specialist sent by someone above to check. But Anderson didn't have the slightest aversion to this at the moment.

L-1 base does not have any ability to restrict Richard, even if Richard wants to travel around the world, he has no way.

But Richard asked for a guide.

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No matter how stupid Anderson is, he can see that this is a friendly signal. Richard doesn't need a guide, but Anderson needs to give Richard a guide.

Anderson took a deep breath and felt a little touched. It would be great if the project and the invasion disaster were as easy to talk to Richard.

He bowed slightly to Richard: "Thank you for your cooperation. I will arrange your guide as soon as possible."

...

Walking on the street, Richard observed the civilians around him while digesting the information he found from the soul of the four-eyed man.

After becoming the Lord of the World, Richard made some progress in soul witchcraft. When searching the soul, he no longer lost most of his memories like in the past.

Removing the fragmentary life fragments from the acquired memories, Richard soon knew the true face of the Fusion Party - the Fusion Party is a group of extreme meritocracy and social Darwinism believers.

Most of the ordinary members of the Fusion Party are "elites" who are less than family wealth or are at the top of various industries. These people believe that world integration is inevitable, and they also believe that the current four-eyed society has spent too many resources to protect those ordinary people.

They believe that the current protection policy is like drinking poison to quench thirst, eating the grain of the next year in the current year, and wasting resources on protecting ordinary people will only make the four-eyed people weaker. The four-eyed people should just give up most of the ordinary people, only retain the elites and a part of the "species" to merge with the world, and then re-strengthen the four-eyed people in the new world.

After reading the memory of this four-eyed person, Richard sighed in his heart, thinking that this kind of pseudo-elite is really not rare in any world.

Where do these guys get the confidence to think that they are the "elite" worthy of protection?

Even if they are really protected, this group of guys can't revive the four-eyed people.

A social Darwinist who believes that the weak should die can never become a leader, because the moment he becomes a leader, he will naturally think that everyone below him is a waste, and then become a slave owner with peace of mind.

"Alas, this control bureau is more reliable. At least their creeds and ideas are normal."

There are people coming and going on the city streets. Even if there is a city area a few kilometers away from them that is covered by the attack of the big snake and no one survives, it does not delay the normal life of these unaffected residents.

It has been a hundred years since the invasion disaster began to occur frequently, and the nerves of the four-eyed people have become numb.

"Ankarina, do you have religion here?" Richard asked the guide that Anderson had arranged for him.

After confirming that Richard needed a guide, Anderson did not choose one from his subordinates, but directly found Ankarina, a third-level action specialist.

As Richard's first contact, Anderson thought that the job of giving a guide was the most suitable for Ankarina.

Because of the internal rules of the Control Bureau and the mentality of solving the troubles she caused herself, Ankarina took the job neatly, and after spending fifteen minutes memorizing the map of the entire city, she found Richard and started working smoothly.

"Religion? We have a lot of this thing. Are you interested in this aspect?" Ankarina asked carefully.

"A lot?"

"Yes, because of the invasion disaster, there are many folk religions, so many that even we can't manage them all."

"That is to say, there is no mainstream religion, only some small regional sects."

"You are right. Many of our religions are confined to one city, and the largest ones are only spread to a few cities."

After getting the answer, Richard and Ulysses on his shoulder looked at each other, and they understood each other tacitly.

"This is an uncultivated virgin land."