Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 162 Chapter 162 Consultation, Faith (3 more)

Lin Ke nodded: “I have a professional question, I need to consult you.”

Betty raised her eyebrows, threw away the mineral water, and let it stand firmly on the ground: “The big ship plan?”

Link shook his head: “No, it’s about the group of women and children rescued on the boat. Over 80 people have committed suicide in the past two days, and there will definitely be more to follow.”

Betty’s expression did not change. One hand pulled up the tight-fitting vest, the other hand reached into the towel, and continued to wipe the sweat: “After suffering beyond the limit, their spirits have collapsed. In this situation…you Don’t be afraid of wasting supplies, just keep it.”

Link: “I am not interested in raising a group of living dead, so what can you do?”

Betty didn’t answer immediately, but her eyes were widened and out of focus, obviously thinking.

At the same time, her wiping action slowed down, but she was still doing it subconsciously.

Link didn’t bother her either, and looked at the major lady with interest.

It can be said that this is the strongest woman he has ever seen since the last days.

Her eyebrows flew diagonally, her eyes were narrow and long, her nose was high and straight, her lips were thin and wide, and her overall appearance was slightly tough. She was not a beauty in the traditional sense.

But as long as she squinted her eyes and slightly pointed lips, it made people feel that she was provoking herself, and made people want to slap her up.

Emmm~ Someone moved his palm subconsciously, recalling the soft touch of a certain yoga teacher, which is completely different from the one in front of him.

Betty has pale wheat-colored skin with small scars in many places.

The muscle lines are clear and smooth, and the back, abdominal waistline, and tight hands and feet during somersaults are full of strength.

It is impossible for her to have too much fat content before and after this body type. She can still have the strength of a B-level player, which is already an extraordinary talent.

It was for this reason that he had mocked this dolphin for being fierce and flat.

It must feel very solid when pumped up. He judged this in his heart.

“What if it will cause some people to die sooner?” Betty asked suddenly.

Link didn’t take it seriously: “As long as it doesn’t violate the bottom line I set. Anyway, they are just awaiting death if they live like this.”

Betty nodded thoughtfully, took the sweat off her upper body, and wiped it down with the towel.

Link squinted his eyes: The vest line is very smooth, and the integrity of the mermaid line… is also okay.

Betty: “Do you have faith?”

Link, who was observing the mermaid line, almost blurted out “I believe in the Holy Light”, but immediately realized that her vision was not in focus, and coughed slightly: “I believe in Taoism.”

Not having faith in United States is troublesome because they feel that people need faith.

But if you really want to talk about faith, the reborn Link believes most in Uncle Ma.

However, the XXist organization in United States is full of FBI and CIA agents, who specialize in monitoring the followers of Uncle Ma.

So he chose Taoism, because there are very few people who believe in it. It saves the trouble of not having faith, and it is also unlikely to encounter the discussion of “community”.

Moreover, the Chinese and Taoism are a perfect match, and they can be an otaku in a fair manner, with the name “Quiet and Inaction”.

So Betty was not surprised, but thoughtfully recalling the characteristics of Taoism: “Taoism seems to have a lot of gods, then you… shouldn’t you mind playing a certain “divine envoy”?”

Link:? ? ?

Betty drew a towel from her shorts, sat down, and began to wipe the sweat on her legs, saying: “With a firm belief, we can turn physical pain into alternative pleasure, or God’s test of ourselves. People who are often able to persevere in harsh punishments.”

After a pause, she continued: “The people you saved are basically tortured and collapsed, so give them a “divine envoy” that they have seen with their own eyes, and quickly reshape their beliefs, and perhaps they can be rescued. However, you Have the time and energy to do this? Reshaping faith is not a short-term task.”

Link pondered and asked, “You talk about how to do it first, and I’ll find a way to save time.”

“You are the boss, you have the final say.” Betty shrugged, took a sip of the water next to her, and then explained how to reshape her faith.

This kind of knowledge is not a secret, and the difficulty of implementation lies mainly in the specific methods.

Knowing everything is just the mind saying “I will”, and when it is executed, the hand will firmly tell you “No, you won’t know anything.”

Moreover, this is not aimed at one or two key goals, but hundreds of groups of different ages and backgrounds, and there is no relevant professional team to cooperate.

Betty didn’t like Link’s idea at all, but he wanted to try, and she didn’t need to stop him.

After that night, “the boss is the biggest” is the rule she set for herself-one day in Chicago, you must always stick to this.

In less than half an hour, Link got up and went out, leaving only one sentence: “Clean out a cabin on the second ship before tomorrow night, and I will take someone there.”

Betty’s eyes widened: What? Tomorrow night? I just said that it takes a long time, do you understand?

But Link didn’t have the idea of ​​explaining. He could spend half an hour listening to her explanation, all for the sake of the more than one hundred survivors.

Otherwise, even if the area of ​​clothing on the major lady’s body is reduced by 50%, he will not waste time admiring it.

…

On July 26, 2019, at night, the weather remained cloudy.

Three buses drove into the wharf area of ​​Whiting Port and stopped. Soon more than one hundred women and children got off the bus under the urging of the accompanying female guards.

Seeing the large bulk carrier close at hand, their eyes were full of fear and panic.

Many people have softened directly, murmuring meaningless words in their mouths.

Betty did not move, but stood behind Link and asked in a low voice, “This is the beginning?”

Lin Ke hummed, and stepped forward: “Take them all, start as soon as possible. Later we will have to test the big ship plan, which is more important.”

Betty followed, and waved to the guard at the same time, “Send them to the boat, hurry up.”

Suddenly there was crying and begging on the dock, and some people wanted to jump into the lake.

It’s a pity that Betty had prepared. The deck of the ship parked at the pier was level with the platform of the pier. The five-meter-wide boarding plank was enough for four guards to board the ship with two people at the same time.

A group of survivors were quickly sent to the large cabin under the bulk carrier by the accompanying female guards.

The cleaned cabin is still eerie and terrifying. Although the iron fence surrounding them has been removed, the candlelight is as good as remembered.

If it weren’t for being blocked by the female guards, they might have already begun to flee.

More than a hundred people cried and begged in the cabin, which made people feel uncomfortable.

But no one dared to speak, and no one dared to speak.

Betty is standing at the door.

The training in the past few days has given the female guards a basic sense of obedience-those who violate the order will surely be punished.

It is good to endure the plan, the most terrifying thing is to drive out the team directly and become a refugee again.

They don’t want to become the survivors in front of them.