The supervisor does not die from a debt

"Oh... I always feel that I will be scolded again when I go back this time. Then, since the opponent has already appeared, I have to take it apart and study it carefully?"

Also wearing only a suit, but because the style of the standard suit can't cover the upper circumference, and can only open the front, the supervisor picked up the big sword and said with a smile.

Don't pay attention to the'things' that are almost higher than the clouds in front of him.

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PS: Thank you Shanghai and Penglai for the great reward!Thanks thanks!

PS4:...can't write too much, the knuckles are rebelling...

PSN: …Oh, by the way, if you think the outer part is not good, I will write this as little as possible in the future.

332. You are not alone and helpless, but with the help of everyone

If there is a problem, there is indeed, and it is only now that the third level of meltdown has passed, and the management screen has become like this. The supervisor is very worried about whether it will get worse and worse in the next work.

What is strange is that even if the screen is divided into multiple pieces, the internal work choices are not disturbed in essence. As long as the supervisor chooses, the employees will start management or suppress normally.

But think about it carefully, Chino is the director of the control department. These projects that issue orders belong to her field of expertise. Perhaps she will use any extraordinary means to transmit information to everyone's mind?

Chino, who was using the semi-guided walkie communicator, sneezed a little, and continued: "Hmm...Thank you, please enable all the lines. In this case, everyone can receive phone signals. ..."

After the person on the phone answered earnestly, Chino hung up, and then immediately turned to pick up another receiver: "The supervisor said... let you go and do insight work on [Little Seal]... Be faster, or you won’t be able to follow. Supervisor’s instructions..."

Sighing, she took the time to look at the distorted and vague supervisor's office that only she could see, and she couldn't help but worry about Futaba.

I hope that the supervisor can successfully help Miss Futaba. She has already endured too much by herself. Even if everyone wants to help, there is no way to start... This time, will it be different?

Chino shook his head, turned around and picked up the phone in the low place, feeling the weight on his head pressing up.However, she continued her actions: "The supervisor assigns you to communicate with [Wolves anyway]... Well, speed it up."

After hanging up the phone, Tomino raised his hand and touched his head. It felt very smooth, and the small and soft [Little Bird] stood there.

"Be obedient... If you peck at everyone, you will bleed, and everyone will be unhappy..."

[Little Bird] It never screamed. It tilted its head, flew up and rushed towards an employee, leaving a small scar on his shoulder, and then returned to Tomano's head again.

The employee who was pecked was suddenly startled, and the whole person seemed to be awake. The mental value that was accidentally dropped before was added before the company's reply took effect.

Even if he didn't need to look in the mirror, Tomano could feel that [Little Bird] must be raising his head high.

After sighing, Tomano poked [Little Bird]'s head again, quickly picked up the phone, and continued to convey the supervisor's instructions, so as not to delay any information transmission.

The shaking from under his feet caused Tomano to stop slightly, which meant that the instability was spreading, and Futaba could not restrain the rampage of his own characteristics, and even began to affect other departments.

But there was already a complete prevention plan, Chino quickly found an iron box under the console that said "Open in emergency", and after pulling it open, he pressed all the buttons in it according to the order.

In the lobby of the control department, the screens on the monitoring screens are all switched to text messages, and then refreshed into analog screen shots, and the screens with varying brightness and darkness are all stabilized. Not only that, even the energy transmission obstacles that can be faintly felt are all blocked. Smooth out.

He picked up a phone handily: "Miss Chris, um...have used the last resort...well, how about the supervisor's side? It went well... but, I always feel that this is not enough... …"

Christina’s voice is very stable, except for some distortions: “Don’t worry, if it’s not a miracle, I’ll be happy to comment for the second time. It will be of great benefit to the company.”

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The supervisor rubbed his head and saw that there was no meltdown in front of him, but he began to make random changes, and finally split into standard sixteen equal parts, each of which was the screen wall of the company's management interface.

Everything is becoming abnormal, only the constantly emerging Futaba's inner struggle has not been affected...No, maybe this is the biggest impact.

'Only I can do things better...'

'If it is suppressed, will it be easier...I can't tell the difference...'

While looking at the text, the supervisor received a reminder from [Little Helper] to escape through several fairly normal split windows when arranging work for employees.

Without doing much, Karlov carried the [Sword of Tears] and rushed towards the unusually sharp blade that could take away the lives of personnel.

The red injury on the top of the head jumped out as usual, but Karlov's life value did not drop-at the same time, in a place where the supervisor could not see, several employees showed some painful expressions in unison.

The intensity of [Portrait of Another World] was terrifying, and the supervisor did not expect the effect to be so good. For a while, he was in a daze. [Little Helper] Suppress and go back.

Then the alarm was lifted and everything returned to what it looked like during normal operation, except for the screen.

The supervisor rubbed his eyes hard, and he had to lose Lingxian's physical training. At least until now, he hasn't felt that his eyes are going to be so dry that they burst...Ah, forget the memory of his eyes spurting blood during training.

The supervisor seriously thought that the next meltdown would not cause problems in the containment chamber, because the coming test was a bit earlier than usual at noon.

These tests sometimes come very early and sometimes very late. It seems that today, due to instability, these things have also moved forward in groups.

However, it is clear that these are just trivial matters. If the supervisor just wants to pass this day and suppress Futaba's instability, it may be very easy.

But his purpose is not only that, it is better to say that he must do another thing-to make Futaba wake up.

It’s easy to say, but it’s a toothache and a stomachache. Especially now, the video signal is interfered again. Now everyone seems to have only black and white colors, at best a little gray to show the shadows, so that you can see the "test" to distinguish the colors. , The idea of ​​warning is probably over...not necessarily.

"Ling Xian? Next time meltdown, what color will the coming test be? Can you tell me about it?"

This question was quickly answered, although the voice was also blurred due to distortion: "The next test... You don’t seem to see it, supervisor, but please be prepared. It will come next. 'Amber noon'."

Ah, that group of knives, are there gunworms, it's really a good time...Compared with them, the supervisor is more willing to encounter the green noon, which is easier to solve.

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"I am not Aizen"

The relatively rare Grim Reaper at this station...maybe hey?In short, it's not bad to look at it...

333. In order to keep things from getting worse, what you have to do...

Compared with the Zerglings at dawn, which are at most the same size as humans and tear the human body with their claws and blades, these Tyrannical Zergs, which have hard bones and prepare for war, are sufficient by themselves. It's a headache.

The supervisor seriously hugged his arms and stared at the front change again. It has become dense enough that each screen is only half the size of a computer monitor. He seriously ponders how to arrange employees next.

To deal with that kind of creature, it might be somewhat reluctant to rely on ordinary firearms used by the clerks except for the control department-even if the weapon can be loaded with armor-like bullets.

So, the supervisor came up with a good idea, but it can only be used when a crisis actually occurs...Thinking that, the supervisor stabilizes his mind, assigns employees to continue working, collects energy, and starts to subtly adjust where the employees stand. s position.

On the left side of the supervisor, the turret robot is surprisingly quiet today, and even the red eyes that usually appear are lit up in a normal blue way.But at this time, it seems to have received some signal.

It slowly opened the pair of inner walls with the speakers mounted on it, and after a burst of indistinguishable noise and many musical instruments were tuned and resonated at the same time, a very crisp drumstick hit was heard.

Then, a rhythmic prelude composed of a rush of electric guitar and bass sounded. With this short loop, the supervisor stopped, and even the mental energy drink was poured into the collar without a reaction.