Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 161 Chapter 161 Intermediate Yoga Exercise, Professionals (2 more)

There are so many human tragedies in the last days that anyone who wants to live can’t manage it.

Today, he can indeed bring in many psychologists and counselors, but these people’s mental state is very problematic.

“Spiritual” doctors treat “mental” patients? It’s not reliable to think about it.

If the priest is promoted to pastor, maybe you can try it.

The priest’s skills can treat the symptoms of mental illness but not the root cause, but regular visits can reduce the number of suicides.

It is a pity that how many people will leave Chicago alive in a few months is also unknown.

In the face of these people who want to die, they are really powerless at this moment.

Delia panted, and barely turned her head and stared at him: “Can you think of a way?”

Link stepped up and stretched his akimbo muscles, turning his mind quickly: “I’m looking for someone to find a way, but there may still be people who don’t want to live.”

Delia exhaled a long breath and turned her head back: “Forget it, we can’t save everyone. You don’t have to risk it.”

Link was surprised: “Adventure?”

Delia was silent for a moment before she said: “You have too many things to worry about, and you shouldn’t take extra risks for this kind of thing.”

Link stopped stretching and allowed the yoga teacher to continue working hard to activate the waist and abdomen muscles.

After thinking for a moment, he laughed: “Don’t worry, I will find a professional to help.”

Delia became curious: “Who?”

Link: “Major Betty.”

Delia was surprised: “She… isn’t she a soldier?”

Link patted her with his hand to signal not to stop exercising, with a smile on his face: “United States agents and soldiers are not the same profession. When it comes to torture and torture people to a nervous breakdown, agents are Professional + actual combat veteran.”

Hearing this, Delia couldn’t help but shocked her body, her body stretched tightly: “Well, let alone the details, I have read too much these days.”

Link hugged her: “That’s something else.”

Delia: “Huh?”

Link: “I think you’re a bit perfunctory in the Intermediate Course of Bacram Yoga.”

Delia: “…you damn little bastard!”

After a while, she changed her words: “Ah, no. You are a monster turned into a bison…”

…

At two o’clock in the morning, Link was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the Slayer’s armor, and glanced over Delia, who was sleeping with her back to her, and couldn’t help but stretch out her hand and slap it over.

Snapped!

The tired Delia seemed to feel a little pain, her body moved, and she murmured a few times.

Link ha ha.

In the past few days, this woman kept her distance from him on the pretext of working in the camp.

He was busy hunting monsters, stabilizing his strength, and paying attention to the construction progress of the headquarters and the North-South Alliance. She successfully avoided yoga exercises for several days.

Until today, Delia had to find him to discuss the newly-accepted batch of surviving women and children. After a few days of exercise, she naturally couldn’t escape.

However, her reaction was also very interesting, reminding him of a famous saying in the last life, “I said no, but my body was honest.”

To say that she hates Link is absolutely nonsense.

In the past few days, Link has increased his mental attributes to 50, successfully breaking through the critical point.

So far, the mental attributes are just like physical fitness, gaining twice the actual factor twice, 20 times that of ordinary people.

Although it lacks direct mental attacks, it is more sensitive to the outside world, including other people’s mental fluctuations.

Delia’s emotions are unconcealed, there is joy, excitement, annoyance, anxiety, but no disgust.

It’s like a bear kid who has done some bad things. He was very happy when he did it, but he was afraid of being settled afterwards.

Now it is the end of the world, and there is only one person who can make Delia feel this way-Camilla.

Link’s entangled attitude towards her just felt… very interesting.

He hasn’t done anything to Camilla up to now. What’s the matter with Delia’s guilty conscience?

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but slap someone’s porpoise major muscle again, then he pulled the quilt for her and got up and went out.

…

Burbank in Chicago’s South District, a shopping center two kilometers away from Chicago Midway Airport, has now become the headquarters of the Southern Union.

Link’s arrival did not arouse onlookers.

Since watching the killing scene of the Whiting bandit ship, Betty’s behavior has changed significantly.

First of all, she wore the A1 combat uniform that Link rationed to the team leader, and she wore a face mask most of the time.

The face without the mask was also heavily makeup, and it looked nothing like the original.

The long hair that was deliberately dyed golden was also turned rust red, tied up and stuffed into the helmet.

Even the accent of his speech has a little London accent, and he never mentions his military identity.

Not many people noticed this, and Dart, the leader of the Southern League, remembered this.

Secondly, she moved to the training camp and found a two-story concrete building as an office and personal dormitory.

Link approached her basically through the back door and went directly to the training camp, completely avoiding the crowded southern office building in front of her.

When two female guards outside the door saw him, one bowed slightly, and the other stepped forward to open the door, not forgetting to inform them: “Your Excellency is here.”

Link glanced over the two wings on the side, where there were two secret whistle snipers. The selection and layout of the guards were very professional, but the people were more amateurs-these two were also women.

Obviously, the sentry and sentry candidates are Betty’s handwriting.

The difference in professionalism is just because there are too few professionals among women, so they can only be used.

He walked into the room, and the sentry at the door immediately closed the door and returned to his post.

This is the warning they received on their first day of “on duty”-the less they know, the older they live.

They were chosen to serve as sentry for Betty, not because of their professional ability, but their gender.

If you poke your head like those men, stick to the wall and eavesdrop, then there is no need to keep it.

In the office, Betty is training.

After being promoted to a professional, her abundant energy greatly reduced her sleep time.

It has become her habit to go to bed from 8 to 12 o’clock every night and spend the long night awake.

Link’s arrival did not stop her from acting.

After a few days, Betty also learned about the character of the new boss.

As long as he finds the right way, Link is not a difficult person to get along with, but simpler than most men.

All politeness, face-to-face talk, and respectfulness are trivialities, and the things he wants are always those—obedient and useful.

It’s not worth mentioning that things like wearing a tank top and shorts and turning around three hundred and sixty in front of him.

Watching her fall steadily, Link even commented: “The strength is enough, but you are still impatient at the last moment, and you will only slightly fall back when you land.”

Betty stepped off the thin soft pad for exercise and grabbed the towel and mineral water on the ground.

After unscrewing the bottle cap and taking a sip in her mouth, she began to wipe the sweat from her body: “Is there a task?”