Chapter 1092 The Villain Must Smile Domineeringly

"Mr. Prophet, I'm here to ask for my resignation..." Old Brown said.

In fact, he was very conflicted and struggling inside, and he was also worried about gains and losses at this time.

"Why?"

Zhuang Buyuan asked.

Old Brown hesitated and said: "My motherland needs me..."

"I will recommend a captain for you to command the aerospace aircraft carrier for you. I guarantee that his ability is not inferior to mine..." Old Brown said.

Zhuang Buyuan frowned and didn't speak for a long time.

To be honest, Zhuang Buyuan admires Old Brown's loyalty. There are many loyal people, but this is actually a very rare trait.

In novels and dramas, loyal people are often single-minded and silly characters. As the saying goes, "justice often kills dogs."

In fact, whether they are dog-slaughters or scholars, there are very few loyal people. Dog slaughterers are easy to find, but loyal and capable ones are even rarer.

A loyal and capable person can be said to be something you can only meet but cannot seek.

But among Old Brown's loyalty, the one who came first was never himself, which made Zhuang Buyuan very distressed.

What to do?

Zhuang Buyuan opened his eyes wide and stared at the manor owner's cruel inspection.

Old Brown was so frightened that his whole body shook, and he shrank and lowered his head.

This feeling comes again!

The first time he saw Orion, he felt the supreme majesty from the prophet.

At this time, he felt a feeling that his whole body was being seen through.

In Zhuang Buyuan's eyes, the entire universe seemed to be condensed with little rays of light.

Just looking into Zhuang Buyuan's eyes for a moment, he seemed to see his own life, old age, illness, and death, and countless reincarnations.

"The Prophet knows!"

"Everything about me has been seen through by the Prophet!"

"Your Majesty the Prophet will definitely punish me! I'm dead!"

All kinds of terrifying scenes appeared in his mind, and he fell to his knees with a thud in fear.

After a long time, he heard the prophet's voice: "Get up."

Old Brown didn't know how he walked out of the prophet's room. He handed over the command of the aerospace aircraft carrier to the officer he had recommended before and boarded a transport plane in a somewhat confused manner.

Before the plane took off, a member of the Guards rushed over and handed him a small box: "This is a gift from the Prophet. If you encounter any difficulties, just open it."

"Master Prophet, don't you blame me?" Old Brown was ashamed and moved at the same time.

"The Prophet has foreseen everything." The Guardsman smiled slightly, saluted, and turned to leave.

Old Brown held the box, feeling extremely entangled in his heart. He wanted to leave the plane several times, knelt down in front of Orion, cried bitterly, and thanked him for his broad mind.

But he finally sat there quietly, waiting for the plane to take off.

The transport plane landed at a nearby base in the Nut State, and Old Brown changed to another plane and flew directly to the Nut State.

Until he landed, he remained silent and sat in silence.

The moment the hatch opened, he took a deep breath, put aside all the hesitation and obsession in his heart, and put the small box into his backpack.

Forget it, since the motherland needs me, then I will continue to contribute to the motherland!

I have been a patriot and a soldier all my life, so I don’t want to think about pursuing inner peace!

I was born to be a warrior, I want to protect my motherland, I want to fight for it all my life, and even lose my life!

"Where is our aerospace aircraft carrier?" Old Brown asked the official who came up to him, "What do you need me to do?"

"Uh..." The official smiled awkwardly: "There has been a small change... Please take a rest first..."

"What happened?" Old Brown's expression changed.

"Small changes, small changes, we can solve it immediately, we are already dealing with it now..."

Old Brown intuitively felt something was wrong.

He has been in the army of the Nut State for decades, and he is already familiar with those routines and excuses. The more he understates them, the more wrong he is.

He was not a fledgling young man. After settling down temporarily, he made a few phone calls.

Underground at the Nut State Rust Gold Research Institute, Johnson almost went berserk: "Why can't you die!"

"Don't be angry, didn't I say that? Just pretend that I'm not here. I'm just a recorder, taking necessary scenes of the villain!"

Johnson is really going to be driven crazy by this guy. Who is this guy? Is he a human being?

Why can't someone be chopped down or killed?

Why can even that camera recover automatically?

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!" He could only turn around and wave his sword crazily at the others.

"No, no, no, don't kill us, we have never offended you..." Those researchers wanted to escape, but unfortunately there was only one passage in the underground research institute, and they could not escape now.

"You all have to die! You all have to die! And you scumbags from the movie sect!" Speaking of the movie sect, Johnson was even more filled with hatred. "Yes, especially you scum from the movie sect! Die!" "

"We, the film faction, have not offended you, we are also oppressed people..." Several "outsider faction" people trembled.

"No, you must die, I hate the movie party!"

Johnson drew his sword out of its sheath, and he saw that this place was about to turn into a river of blood.

Suddenly a dark shadow stopped in front of him again.

"Wait a minute, a villain who only knows how to kill indiscriminately has no charisma and the audience won't like him!"

"What do you want to do!" Johnson was almost furious. What do you want?

Why am I so aggrieved even though I have supreme power!

God, let me die!

"It's useless to kill them. You should try other methods..." The shadow photographer continued to persuade, "I suggest you feel the knife in your hand. There will definitely be other gains..."

Johnson closed his eyes, and a flowing current connected him to the magic knife. After a long time, he opened his eyes and said lightly: "I understand..."

He suddenly thrust out his sword and stabbed directly into the chest of a scientific researcher.

The scientific researcher was so frightened that he screamed, "I'm going to die!" I'm dying.

But he felt no pain. After a long time, he opened his eyes and discovered that there was an extra badge on his chest.

Above the badge, a long knife shines with lightning, exactly the same as the one in Johnson's hand.

"This...what is this?"

"The servant badge of the manor owner... From today on, you are my loyal servant! Go to work!"

"Yes, sir!" The researcher jumped up as if he had been kicked.

"Ahahaha, this is actually true! I want to build an invincible rust gold army and dominate the Nut State, no, I want to rule the world! Ahahahaha..."

"You are not smiling domineeringly enough. Please smile more domineeringly and follow my example. Hahahahaha..."

"Pinch hahahahaha... cough cough..."