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Chapter 475 NO.58 Someone Thinks You Are a Mercenary!
Create new worlds.

A different world volume that is different from the game world, but truly benchmarked against the real world.

Such a great cause, even those beings called gods are rarely able to achieve, but in the end, this kind of ambition is only for invading the world.

Ugh.

Omer sighed, not sure whether it was irritability or pity.

He leaned relaxed on the sofa, turned his head to look at the rain that was about to wash away the momentum outside the glass window, and thought of something belatedly.

For example, in the world of 'Ultraman', war, or aggression, is probably a common and eternal theme.

This is a very distant term for residents who have lived in the Terra Federation for a long time.

Since the establishment of the Star Alliance, the Star Era has begun.

Large-scale wars are considered extinct.

Small-scale wars are occasionally launched, and it is not known which small planet or planetary belt in the universe.

Anyway, it will not be within the scope of the solar system. After all, this is the core civilization of the Star Alliance - the territory of the Holy Federation of Terra.

But war is an eternal proposition.

Even in the so-called peaceful years, it just changed its form.

Often between cities, between planets, from the fields of commerce, culture, economy, etc.

But even so, this term is too far away from the citizens of Jiemen District.

Even the word 'aggression' is the same - it is difficult to squeeze into nouns like 'vegetable price', 'tuition fee', 'bet ticket' and the like.

Even if Omer has become a mercenary, his range of activities usually does not exceed one galaxy.

And the battlefield of this galaxy...

"In the 600 years so far, the authority of the Holy Federation of Terra, or the Heart of Terra, has been challenged 1426 times."

"Sounds amazing."

"You can't see the slightest surprise on your expression... Ah, thank you."

The man who spoke was wearing a black dress and sat across from him. He thanked the clerk for the coffee in an extremely upright posture.

The clerk responded politely, and then turned away with the tray, as if not curious about the floating object that looked like a red sunny doll behind the other party.

"Ah, what a wonderful place."

The man undoubtedly admired this professionalism very much, and after taking a sip of coffee, he was full of praise.

"The coffee is also very good, really good, really good!"

"It makes me want to open a similar coffee shop!"

He praised repeatedly in Far East, but he didn't care about the attention of the guests in other seats. He just looked around the elegant decoration and fresh green plants in this small shop, and finally looked at the same poorly placed shop. He didn't care about the view. A young man sitting on a sofa chair looking at the ceiling.

The young man was wearing the same black slim suit, glasses, and a briefcase on the side of the sofa.

It even gave the meeting a little commercial feel.

But his sitting posture like a puddle of mud doesn't look like a salesman.

At least not a qualified salesman.

And on the table between the two of them, although there was coffee, in the center was a card that looked like a children's toy, which made it hard to look serious.

"In Uub's universe, your colleagues have already done similar things, and if the owner of this shop is present, this coffee shop may change its appearance."

The young man who was deeply buried in the sofa said unhurriedly.

His gaze remained on the gridded ceiling, as if there was something particularly attractive to him inside.

Such a place does not exist.

What he is looking at is the light screen that the other party cannot see.

On the screen was a first-person view of the battlefield at the level of the data world.

On the image, monsters, Ultraman, and servants are all there, and the absent Digimon...is the photographer who frees up his hand to shoot projectiles to deal with those who block the way.

Compared with those special photos that are obsessed with restoring the original and have technical limitations, this picture is more powerful.

Or more popcorn.

But since it's all about popcorn, I have to complain that this gorgeous and magnificent picture really doesn't go well with coffee.

It's more appropriate to make soda instead.

But this shop is an orthodox coffee shop.

Although milk is prepared, soda is not provided.

There's no messy dish coffee either - which is a good thing.

"Change?" The man was a little curious.

"The owner of this store is also a busy person, and at the moment she is even more busy in a certain data world base, but you might as well guess if she is willing to work overtime there."

"I see, it's really a bad taste, Mr. Linton."

"I don't accept such groundless accusations." The young man who finally broke free from the softness of the sofa sat up and took a sip of coffee.

"Especially in a rainstorm like this, I should have been drinking coffee at home and listening to a song sung by a child I admire very much."

"You look like a young father boasting about his children."

"Then it would be too much fast forward. I haven't considered signing an heir training agreement yet, and I don't have a girlfriend who means a partner."

"Do you have other girlfriends?"

"No, not at all, I'm just used to cutting to the core of the language," the young man said lightly, "and aren't we digressing too much?"

"Indeed," the man nodded elegantly, "so you admit that you chose this kind of place just to embarrass me?"

"This is still not the original topic, and you will be embarrassed by the victim's hostility even after you have committed aggression?" The young man pushed his glasses with some doubts.

"At least it's rare to come across a shop that's satisfying enough, but it's so unpleasant..." The man was silent for a moment with regret, and then glowed again. Just be mine."

"Not very good." The young man sat up a little, but slightly bent over and raised his hand, and opened the middle one of the three cards on the table.

Looking at the huge eyeball-shaped creature image above, he shook his head feeling a bit unlucky, and threw the eye Q card back to the table.

"The general trend of invasion changes many things, and in the process, the coffee shop may lose good employees, lose its original flavor, and even cease to exist as a whole."

As he said this, he sat up straight again, leaned back on the chair back again, and saw the overlooking gaze from a lower field of vision.

"I still suggest that you copy the same store, or just poach people directly."

These words somewhat surprised the other party: "I thought you and the owner were friends."

"It can be not, or it can be, it doesn't matter, after all, you will not succeed."

As Omer said, he glanced at the fighter plane that suddenly broke into the screen.

It wasn't that the super agent finally arrived, but that Belstamon finally ran to the boundaries of the city where he was active.

This base city is indeed very large, and there are no decent landmarks, as if it is full of copied and printed cities.

This can not highlight the style of characteristic buildings, obviously to confuse the public.

In fact, when you want to stall the time and don't want invaders to discover important facilities, don't think about wonder buildings.

Especially when there are bombers in the invader team.

The more special the architectural shape, the more quickly it will be turned into ruins.

"It's hard to agree with that, Mr. Linton."

"Then, 1426 times of war attempts, have there been any successes?"

"It doesn't seem to be there." The man raised his hand and gently pressed the white emblem with the skull pattern on the chest of the dress.

Then, there is light overflowing from it.

Form a series of gradually clear characters.

That is the federal history integrated by the other party, or in other words, the history of being invaded.

He didn't succeed even once, but it was recorded by him one by one.

Of course, if it really succeeds, then the Terra Federation's right to speak in the Star Alliance should also plummet.

"What about the near future?" Omer sipped his coffee.

"Since the dividing line was 520 years ago, it has been difficult to happen once a year since then. In fact, [-] times have occurred within the first hundred years since the founding of the Star Alliance." The man reported seriously.

The sense of business negotiation has risen again, especially the clothing styles of these two people are very similar, with some white embellishments under a black suit.

Putting it on the youth is the silver moon mark on the tie on the chest.

Of course, this is not as functional as the other party's clothes.

"So you didn't dare to invade directly, did you? After crossing several worlds, the earth has finally become a tough bone that is harder to crack than the Kingdom of Light. Don't you feel that hell?" The young man asked with a smile.

In sci-fi works where aliens usually exist, the earth belongs to the weak side. After all, there are countless planets in the vast universe, and everyone usually follows the dogma of "there is a sky beyond the sky".

This is especially true for the Earth of Aupeng.

Although there will always be some evil scientific research team members in the positioning of the defense team, they will make some even more evil equipment to bring some small earth shocks to the cosmic people.

But this does not prevent the earth from always being a little brother who needs more care from the big brother of the kingdom of light.

It was once the preferred target of the aggressor cosmic beings, and invaders visited every now and then.

So among the traversers who arrived in this world, these guys are the ones who feel the most.

"Indeed, aggression itself has become a much more challenging task on this planet today."

The senior invader, Commander Black, whose status is even higher than the Magma Stars, has to admit this fact.

But then he changed the topic: "We have already thought of the most feasible plan,"

"Internet?"

"Exactly, so we formally extend an invitation to you as a consultant."

He leaned slightly, raised his hand, and pushed the three cards on the table towards Omer.

"You are a mercenary, aren't you? This is a deposit."

"Although I'm very touched that someone finally remembered my job, but maybe you don't know enough about the firm's mercenaries." Homa said, glancing at the counter of the coffee shop.

And in the same way, Commander Black also glanced in that direction, then withdrew his hand, and picked up the cane handed by the red tentacles at the side.

He stood up.

"In that case, I'll go to checkout first, and I'll think about the difference between the mercenaries in the office later, so I'll leave!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the waiter at the door with his cane, while Homa looked at the three monster cards on the table without looking back.

Although there are two other cards with the back of the card, covered like a trap card, they don't even have the restless overflow of mental energy like ordinary monster cards.

But as long as you let out a little bit of perception, you can detect a little fiery ferocity and solid calmness.

It's artificial and ancient.

Although he was somewhat curious, he reached out to pick up the coffee that was still warm, and looked at the dark rainstorm outside the window.

In the rainy night, neither the stars nor the moon can be seen, only the sound of pouring rain, but it is not annoying.

Because the rain will always stop.

As an antidote to sunny days, Omer appreciates the coolness it brings and the blocking of all sounds.

Unlike the scorching sun, which is also an extreme weather, the feeling it brings to him is usually discomfort.

"Are you going to promise him?"

At this moment, the man sitting opposite was as hot as the sun in the eyes of the demon.

Let Omer fully understand the feeling of the monsters and monsters on Tiga's studio watching Dagu.

Just like Tiga's world is different from Dazhongao's, this man cannot be classified in that universe. After all, he is trying to set things right in M[-], in the star of light that does not exist in the form of a country. .

He stared at Omer with no emotion in his eyes.

Not like bourbon, but a truly out-of-bounds exoticism.

Always.

(End of this chapter)