The supervisor does not die from a debt

As for himself, due to all the opponent's methods, including shooting, sickle slashing, and even a strange high-speed maneuver, the supervisor ignored all the injuries and suffered very little damage.

[White Tyrant] But Class A is abnormal, not to mention that the red damage defense of the protective suit is very good, even the energy level is one level.The supervisor's'armed abnormality' trait added an additional damage slot to her, so it didn't hurt at all.

The last trace of the damage slot was emptied, and [F-01-57] stopped abruptly. She knelt on the ground and stared at the supervisor with her scythe, but before she said anything, the scarlet cloak immediately enveloped her.

Then he fell to the ground softly, and scarlet blood leaked from inside.The supervisor cautiously went over and picked up the cloak, but found that there was nothing inside.

After hesitating for a while, the supervisor did not hesitate to pick up the sickle on the ground and drag it to the recording department hall.The door didn't mean to stop him. After sliding open, what appeared to the supervisor was a hall almost different from that seen in the office.

Rather than saying that this is a lobby, it is better to say that there is only a part of the area isolated with energy facilities for real-time docking with the supervisor.The other parts, those buildings full of clocks and clocks and written with various characters as signs, are all three-dimensional and actually exist.

Victoriga sits at the back in the center of the hall. It will not affect the employees' working place. She kneels on the mat on the ground. There are more than a dozen books spread out in front of her. Sprinkled behind him like a tapestry, under the pale light, it doesn't feel dazzling.

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The arrival of the supervisor did not make her move. Instead, Dantrian sat behind her, holding a book and reading quietly, and greeted the supervisor peacefully.

"Hello, we are working. Ms. Hong Liqi said that if you come over, I will tell you immediately and don't disturb the work of the records department."

Tilting his head, the supervisor put the sickle aside: "Reading is just a representation, in fact these records are very important, right?"

"Yes, I will tell you after work, but not now."

When the supervisor asked, all the books in front of Victorika were turned over. She said in a low and hoarse voice: "Many supervisors have changed their temperament after learning the truth about the records department. The reason why I asked you to ask after finishing today’s work, can you understand, right?"

"It may be crazy anyway. The energy that can earn an extra day is one day, right?"

After knocking on the pipe in his hand, after the white smoke dissipated, Victoriga looked up at the supervisor... or said [White Tyrant] and then lowered his head.

"It may have been this way in the past, it may not be it now. Humans only need to think shallowly. Now please complete the suppression and go back. When the work is over, then... No, please come to the rest area to find me ,that's it."

Nodding, the supervisor spins the magic wand at will, and then calls out the teleportation array. After going in, the hall has become quite quiet except for the clerks going back and forth.

"I haven't read this supervisor's record. It's obviously a superficial human, but it seems that he can't read through what he knows. Could it be like you, become a'book shelf'?"

"No, it's not the same."

After getting the answer, Victoriga did not continue to ask, but quietly looked at the record spread out on the ground that had been re-read countless times.

As for the supervisor-when he came out of the teleportation array, he was just above the Big Bird, in the darkness, his hairy body and the shining lights were so conspicuous.

So the supervisor did not hesitate to put up the long stick, holding the end with both hands and holding it high above his head. Using gravity and momentum, the whole person slammed down and slammed the long stick viciously into [Big Bird]'s back.

The latter roared, turned around awkwardly but saw nothing, and then continued a pain in the back, and then turned around and still saw nothing, the intense pain came from behind again.

So it continued to circulate in place, and the supervisor borrowed his agility and efficiency once again, and circled with [Big Bird] until it finally fell to the ground.

The supervisor wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead and sighed: "Oh... if this thing won't be rescued by the alarm, every time because of its thick skin, it will take a long time..."

Deep down, apart from sighing, Miss Lyrical Nanoha was completely speechless...because Magical Girls really didn't fight like this!

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PS:...I can’t lift my energy, it’s so painful... Yesterday I heard the news that an author who lived alone was only discovered ten days after his death. I had more than a silent silence, and I also began to reflect on whether I did not manually unlock my phone for the last day. Just the function of the alarm?

891. Are the days without problems a bit subtle?

When lying on the ground and opening his eyes, the supervisor only felt that there was something heavy behind him, and he subconsciously reached out and pushed it before remembering that when I was working today, I was still carrying a backpack and carrying a person.

Standing up on the floor with both hands, the supervisor looked up and saw that the mercury lamp was floating not far away, seriously holding the gun and aiming at the screen wall, as if he was wary of a possible crisis at any time.

But to be honest, after she hit the other'Shugos' with a slow bullet and a group of employees swarmed up, the problem was solved. Even the supervisor saw that his energy collection progress today suddenly jumped up. cut.

In the next few rounds of steady work, energy can be collected. Not only that, he can even work overtime to temper the personal qualities of the employees a little bit... Although in the previous high-pressure work, the employees have actually There is no way to improve temporarily.

Touching his chin to think about his progress, after the supervisor sat back in the chair, he thought about it and paused his work again, wrote a few notes about the next plan, and then started working.

"Idiot human beings, are you sure there is really no problem today? How do I feel that the atmosphere in the picture has become a little weird..."

Illusion, maybe it's because all the trials of the'Violet' series come today?The supervisor vaguely felt that the'Midnight' test that might appear later was also part of this series, and even believed in it.

When the employees were allowed to enter the containment room to perform their work, the supervisor suddenly clicked on the display: "Bell, I will directly announce that I will be off work later, is that okay?"

"Huh? No problem? Ah, could it be said that you have any brand new ideas that need to be practiced, so you asked me about it?"

"No, I mean, the company will not suddenly arrange for me some inexplicable random job before the end of the work, or suddenly explode somewhere."

The supervisor's answer silenced Ling for a while. She waved her hand on the screen and threw a stack of files off the screen: "Relax, peace of mind, that kind of thing won't happen!"

In order to strengthen his persuasive power, Ling even took out a chart after the supervisor pushed through this round of meltdown.

"You see, the trend of energy convection is relatively stable. Although the newly installed suppression force field equipment has a slight problem, in general, it does not exceed the threshold."

"Even if all the A-level anomalies in the company now flee, and then hold a party, it will not overload the equipment, don't be afraid!"

This analogy is really scary. In any case, the supervisor doesn't want the company to be suddenly overloaded or something...In short, it is troublesome.

So he waved his hand: "Well, that's it, let me finish the work first, and then discuss the remaining issues, let me see, where is it?"

At the next round of meltdown, the supervisor again sent employees into the containment room, and while performing insights on [F-01-57], he wondered why the other party could not'communicate'.

After all, even [Magic Shot Shooter] can communicate, and there is no reason that a humanoid abnormality will refuse to communicate.Unless the'communication' she understands is to hire her to fight.

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When I ran to solve my next personal problem, the supervisor accidentally bumped into Miss Universe behind her-it didn't matter much, it was just that her eye facility slammed into the door frame. The supervisor took a closer look and there was no problem. .

Back at work, after this round of meltdown, it is the'midnight test' that the supervisor does not want to encounter now.The most important thing is that the supervisor's hunch is correct, the test to come today is...'Violet Midnight'.

In order to prevent the arrival of this thing, the supervisor did not hesitate to continue the work, and glanced at the control department by the way.The [Retribution Bird] seems to have been out two or three times, and is now planning to return to the containment chamber contentedly.

I lit the table and thought about whether I had any omissions. The supervisor stopped working before the meltdown was close to the limit. After a little inspection of the current situation in the company, he did not hesitate to click the button of'End Work Today' .

Then the picture became stagnant and dimmed, and the summary of today's work fell from the top. It was probably which employees were promoted, which employees became slightly stronger, and statistics such as the number of deaths.

Lin Lin always used paper documents to be sent to the supervisor later, so after reading it for a while, he ignored these and confirmed the end of today's work instead of starting over.

After the settlement was over, time resumed its normal flow. The wings behind the mercury lamp fanned, and after dropping a few dark feathers, he sat on the monitor.

"This time the work ended simply...huh, it's really simple."

It's quite simple, but you can't ignore the price you paid for being able to work safely.

The supervisor scratched his head and waited for the project to be "final observation" to arrive today. After waiting for a long time, only Christina emerged.