156: You know, this is beyond my ability to handle.

(Chapter 153 has been heavily revised. I fell asleep at 2 AM after finishing my coursework last night, was groggy, and just wrote whatever came to mind.)

(I've organized the outline. My apologies. I will post an extra chapter tomorrow.)

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What's going on?

White Shark felt a sense of extreme absurdity—

Heroes?

The people of the "Saints" are clearly a pack of mad dogs engaging in terrorist attacks everywhere!

How many people—my own mentor, numerous classmates, and millions of innocent people—have lost their lives in the attacks by these lunatics!

But after the shock, he felt something was wrong.

Compared to the Saint members he had seen before, the people here were significantly different:

Clearly, compared to that extremist atmosphere, the religious style here tended to be more enlightened and free—

The anti-extremist education he had just received in the military camp said, "Active faith based on choice is faith; passive faith without choice is just oppression."

And such people, no matter how you look at it, shouldn't have any connection to the Saints...

He probed tentatively:

"The... heroes you speak of, are they called the Saints?"

The Follower immediately wore a look of satisfaction and said:

"See? You know about them, don't you?"

Now, the ironclad evidence was laid out before White Shark—these guys were definitely related to the Saints.

Looking at the Follower who was still talking eloquently in front of him, White Shark felt his mind getting more and more chaotic:

He admitted that these people were very moral, had strong faith, and even had something in their eyes that most people lacked—hope,

But this was already linked to the Saints, these terrorists.

Then this was no longer his own business, but the business of all humanity...

No! It was his business too!

The vengeance for his mentor, he hadn't avenged it yet!

White Shark's heart roared frantically.

In short, this was no longer a simple retrieval mission... This was a cancer on humanity!!

He had to strike hard!!!

If he was even one second slow in calling for reinforcements, it would mean his ideology was flawed!!!

Directly apply for—

Orbital bombardment!!!

Neutron purge!!!

Planetary devastation!!!

Exterminatus!!!

Wait, did something strange just get mixed in there?

In any case, from the moment the Saints' headquarters—or even their supreme leader—emerged, he couldn't think about solving this matter by himself!

He must call for help!!!

The highest level!!!

However, White Shark forcibly suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart and did not explode on the spot.

Watching the Follower in front of him chattering endlessly, still talking about the great achievements of the Saints organization,

He responded calmly a few times, then pulled Baili Ying away, circled around, and walked outward.

And the Follower looked at the two of them and shrugged,

"See, I told you that even in the most remote gathering places, people have heard of the Gospel of the Saints."

Afterwards, he turned and went back—

The time for return was coming soon, and he still had a bunch of things to do.

...

...

"Damn, this is really keeping me busy,"

"Finally, there's a draft."

In the military base of Tianjin Seat V89.05, Xi Hai finally raised his head from the desk—

After two days of busyness, Xi Hai had first completed his most urgent task:

Talent cultivation.

In the initial plan, among the more than two hundred star systems in Tianjin Seat V89 that had not yet fallen, he first selected 5 node star systems to plan for five academies.

Their backbone would consist of officers, and the main body would also be military academies.

After these five schools were completed, he would gradually carry out horizontal and vertical expansion with them as the center—

That is, the expansion of majors and the splitting of campuses.

As for teachers?

For the military academy department, first transfer Speer to serve as the dean, and for the cultural department...

Let's recruit in those neutral zones in the name of the Sacred Stars Group.

Humanity now, if nothing else, has a huge base.

And no matter how small the probability of an event is, under a sufficiently large base, it will become an inevitable event—

Moreover, as long as the salary is right, there are too many people willing to go to the border areas to teach.

Finally, as for the principal,

Then he would have to wrong himself a bit.

Thinking that the military top brass and scientific backbones would have to call him Principal in the future, an image of a bald man from Fenghua suddenly appeared in Xi Hai's mind,

"I don't understand! (Accent)"

What the hell is this!

He shook his head quickly to shake off this terrible thought.

There was another part, the superhuman department that could judge and serve as Political Commissars. Xi Hai thought about it, and the final conclusion was—

It still had to be done.

However, it didn't need the whole department to be those omnipotent guys. According to his vision, it should be to first build a Inquisition according to demand,

And then gradually expand the functions and personnel of this department.

Next were a series of construction drafts and the setup of the administrative team.

Stretching with a sense of accomplishment, Xi Hai opened the communicator on the side,

"Let's see where the First Mobile Fleet has hit..."

Whoa!

He didn't know until he looked. Just by looking, Xi Hai was startled by the rapidly advancing front line:

After he left, they split into three brigades and acted independently, and in two days, they had recaptured all the remaining six industrial star systems.

As for the memory extraction of aliens he proposed?

They did complete it, but there was a little trouble—

Those aliens had no home planet.

According to the historical knowledge in their brains, their ancestors crawled out of a cannery of the Human Federation tens of thousands of years ago,

Then, according to their records, they "endured humiliation" to constantly steal human technology for revenge—yes, that was the alien's record of the third era.

For this situation, the solution given by the First Mobile Fleet was that since they couldn't bomb their home planet, they would bomb all the planets in their area,

And Xi Hai felt that the person who proposed this idea could be heavily promoted.

However...

"Beep beep beep!"

Suddenly, a fresh message popped up.

Xi Hai clicked to see it. Sent by White Shark?

This guy already had results?

He opened the detailed content and started reading.

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(Brothers, do you think a fleet group of 820259593 Warships is okay?)

(Group)