The supervisor does not die from a debt

In short, this round of meltdown processing did not cause any additional chaos except for allowing the supervisor to collect more energy.

And then, what you have to deal with is...'Dawn Test'.

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PS:...Alright, continue to ask for tickets for the blade for a reward, ah, that's it!

859. As long as active communication, the problem will become simpler?

It is a pity that today’s dawn test is the "Indigo Blue Dawn". If I remember correctly, there will be almost endless [food] in the company, ah, a bunch of slave rats.

They can cause fine and extremely high-frequency red damage, but this is just the appearance. In essence, these things will bite everything and may affect the company's structure... So, what should we do?

Pointing at the table with his fingers, the supervisor wondered, at least this round of meltdown will not cause problems in the containment chamber, and the energy collected will be earned when you can earn it, and there will be no loss.

Turning the gun to the project of'anti-physical protection force field bombs', the supervisor began to neatly assign employees from relatively dangerous, but as long as they focus on work, they can obtain a large amount of energy, and harmless abnormalities start and continue to line down. jobs.

Anyway, the company doesn’t have any particularly big questions right now... Some familiar but missed steam sounds made the supervisor quickly take a pause, and he quickly assigned Mirae Ming to rush into the containment room of [Hell Train], and then wiped away the non-existent cold sweat .

That half of the clock that has gone through the test of time is about six or seven ticks away, and the train is about to depart... After all, the situation can get better, so how can the train leave?

In the picture, Mirai was happily leaning on the ticket booth, as if talking about a relatively relaxing topic, while in the ticket window, Eighty Six was shaking the ticket in her hand, wanting her to get away quickly.

But whenever Mirai Ming stretched out her hand to get a ticket, she hesitated to retract her arm again. In short, it was an attitude that wanted the other party to get out and felt reluctant.

What a complicated character.

Shaking his head, the supervisor touched his chin and wondered what to do next, when news came from the Disciplinary Department.

Reimu was standing in the lobby with her arms in her arms. By her side, the employees were almost always jogging and working, and they had no time at all... What does she want to do now, is it because she wants to participate in the suppression on a whim?

"If I participate in the suppression, I can't guarantee the extent to which the environment will be destroyed. In fact, what I want to tell you is, have you never investigated the fourth anomaly of the Department of Corrections?"

The supervisor nodded: "Yes, because I think it's a personal creation, and it's obviously like a surgical tool, so I didn't care about it. Why, that thing is going to break through containment, just ask an employee to wash his hair?"

"Or, you have to tell me that you have to put a person in to calm the mechanical spirit? We are all civilized people and don't eat this set.

Reimu hugged his arms and said in a calm tone: "I just intend to remind you that there is an abnormality that has not yet been detected. Of course, there are too many things in the company that have not been detected. Maybe you can be killed when you go to the sink and drink. "

"Okay, I'm over, please continue your work."

After she left, the supervisor pulled the screen to the maximum. After most of the employees had finished their work, they poked the mercury lamp lying on the chair with their eyes closed, which looked like a lifeless doll.

"His Royal Highness, the rest time is over, can you please start to work?"

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For some reason, the supervisor always felt that the Mercury Lamp had a strange expression, but she didn't say anything extra, just picked up her own gun, and then beckoned to the supervisor.

Stretching his hand in front of her, the Mercury Lamp opened his mouth and bit on his fingertip without hesitation. The slight pain was no different from being tickled, but the supervisor still showed a painful expression in cooperation.

"Hmph, this is the punishment for awakening others from their sleep, idiot, do you remember... well, what are you going to let me do for you?"

The supervisor waved his hand and put the tea that had just been suspended from work in front of her: "I will use that way of working later to solve some of the more troublesome problems today, so please take care of the employees."

In fact, strictly speaking, this is because the supervisor is not clear about which color the damage will be intensified next. If it is black, it is okay to say, if it is blue...?

The supervisor glanced at the employees armed with the [Trial Bird], and after a few seconds of thinking and reacting, this might be a good opportunity.However, we have to wait for the next round of meltdown to begin to know the truth.

"Such a trivial matter... As you just said, employees who are about to suffer injuries that match the color of the fan-shaped area should be given corresponding ammunition, right."

The supervisor nodded first, and then suddenly remembered something: "Wait...Have you written down all the existing abnormal intelligence in the company?"

"What's so difficult about this? Even if I lose my past memory, it doesn't mean that my learning ability and cognitive ability have declined. It's just memorizing some simple things. How much energy can I spend?"

After smacking his lips, the supervisor did not continue to question, but silently dispatched the employees to the [Retribution Bird] containment room that might break through containment for a long time.

At the same time, the meltdown is triggered.

The buzzing alarm sounded through the continuous loop of Mozart's piano music, allowing the supervisor to finally dig out his ears comfortably and look at where Nepkiah was.

I saw her slowly rotating the arm pointing to the white injury, pointing down, that is, the letter B was written, which looked like an item of irregular black nerve bundles twisted in a purple thing.

This round will bring black...Wait?

The supervisor opened his eyes wide, Nepujiya's other arm was raised and pointed straight up, that is, the red damaged area, and the two areas lit up together.

This means that in this round, there will be two kinds of damage five times, one of which is the damage caused by the "food" that is about to flood the hall, which is the most headache for the supervisor.

The employees are not afraid of this kind of damage, but the clerks can't support it.Then the only solution is... let them evacuate urgently, right?

Although many department bonuses will disappear after the clerk leaves, at least...don’t wait, it is still not so hasty to give orders.

The supervisor suddenly suspended his work, pulled the screen to the second district of the central headquarters and continued to work, and found the'sister' who was adjusting the department clerk.

"Can you temporarily adjust the armament of the clerk in the central headquarters to red damage? For the time being, if it doesn't work, I can only..."

"can."

The supervisor immediately made a decision: "Okay, then adjust it to red injury, and then adjust it back until I say that I can, that's it!"

In fact, he has never forgotten. Although the clerk’s injuries are just superfluous to the current strength of the company-but now it’s different. Five times the red injury. What does this mean is that the supervisor can complete it without any additional mentions by others. Imagine it.

In addition to the disciplinary department, in addition to the disciplinary department.

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PS: ... I bought a small cake, Quandang celebrated my birthday

PS4:...Okay, cheer up, ask for tickets and blades for rewards!

860. Going out in person can really make things better...part of it!

"So, this is the reason you are even willing to temporarily lay down your management work and come to my department. With this...big tin can?"

Reimu frowned and looked at the supervisor who was armed with [Big Daddy]. Before he came over, he sent a dispatch to the disciplinary department and drove all the clerks away, so that she was alone in the hall now. , And even employees-are completely pulled to other departments.

The supervisor didn't speak, and he couldn't speak now. After all, [Big Daddy] had no vocal cord system other than a very strange mechanical roar, but he could still make movements.

Opening the jar behind it, what popped out of it was not the usual "little girl", but Griffin, who was forcibly stuffed in by the supervisor who did not know when, and stayed in the jar for a while, acting a little dull. .

She looked at Reimu indifferently, and the pair of hair that should have been sleepy moved on her head. Under the instructions of the supervisor, she climbed from the tank to the top of his diving helmet and lay down, grabbed the hanger there, and then Put [Magic Bullet] in a very suitable gully.

Then, the supervisor walked to the end of the hall with dull steps, squatted down at the door, and after listening to the increasingly noisy sound coming from there, he squeezed his left hand without hesitation, and the shining electric light gathered in his arm. ,ready.

The door suddenly opened, and'food' like a mountain whistling a tsunami swarmed from behind the door, and a large group of mice that chose people to eat was faced with a lightning bolt that could brighten almost all the mice.