Chapter 342 The Fourth Primarch
After three years of development, the "Giant God Church" founded by Allen has spread beyond Liberty City and to shelters around the world, with more than one million believers.
At the same time, his other body in the world, Dr. Allen, who works for the Metropolitan Shelter Intelligence Bureau, has also been on a fast track in his career over the past three years and has been promoted to deputy director.
At nine o'clock on Monday morning, Dr. Allen knocked on the door of the director's office with documents in hand.
"Come in!" came the young woman's response from inside the room.
Alan opened the door and walked into the room. Seeing the messy desk, he couldn't help but frown.
He sighed helplessly, rolled up his sleeves, tidied up his desk, sorted the files, and then scolded his boss without any hesitation:
"If you really can't change your bad habit of leaving things lying around, you'd better hire a secretary to help you clean up your mess."
Crunch——
Opposite the desk, an oversized swivel chair rotates 180 degrees.
Margaret sat in the swivel chair, turning from her back to Alan to facing him.
The plump body, like a huge ball of jelly, filled the chair.
"Secretary? I don't need a follower who only knows how to nod and bow. I hate being told what to do, and I have never been able to find a suitable candidate for this position."
"Now that I think about it, it seems that you are the only one who is suitable to be my secretary. Although sometimes you like to boss me around, I can still tolerate it."
"Are you serious?" Alan looked into her eyes. "If you really mean that, I don't mind changing my position."
"Of course I'm kidding!"
Margaret gave him a stern look.
"You are my number one favorite. If I really pull you down from the position of deputy director and make you my secretary, people outside will scold me for wasting my talent, but what if they say I am putting personal interests above public interest... How unfair it will be!"
Alan heard the ambiguous meaning in her words, smiled awkwardly and did not respond.
Margaret opened the drawer, picked out Alan's favorite flavor from a row of colorful lollipops, handed it to him, and pretended to ask casually:
"Did your date go well this weekend?"
Alan took the lollipop and shook his head.
"I had to work overtime and turned down the date."
"Ah?!" Margaret showed a look of surprise and disappointment. "I introduced my best friend to you and finally convinced you to go on a blind date. How could you stand her up?"
"I can't help it. Work comes first." Allen complained angrily, "Besides, you were the one who issued the notice of temporary overtime. Your own appointment conflicted with overtime. How can you blame me?"
"It is true that I was negligent, but you also know that I have always been careless. You can ask me for leave." Margaret defended.
"Forget it. I didn't want to go on a blind date in the first place. Thank you for giving me an excuse to refuse."
"You can't do that, my dear friend. If you don't get married at your age, people will doubt your sexual orientation."
Margaret advised seriously.
"If rumors like these get out, I won't be able to introduce you to a blind date in the future."
"That's great. You can worry less and I can save myself the trouble." Allen replied unhappily, "You are not a little girl anymore. Instead of finding a girlfriend for me, you might as well get married first."
"I would like to get married, but I'm so fat, which man would dare to marry me?"
Margaret patted her big belly that was trembling like jelly, with a hint of self-mockery at the corner of her lips.
"Even if there is a man who dares to marry me, I'm afraid I'll accidentally crush him to death on the bed!"
"As long as you release most of the magic stored in your body, you can lose weight immediately and enjoy life with a healthy and beautiful image. What's wrong with that?"
"You're right. As long as I want, I can become slim and beautiful at any time. However, I don't like that state. I feel insecure..."
Margaret sighed, a gloomy look on her face.
"At the very least, before I find a man who can make me feel safe, I will never expose my weakness in front of outsiders just to satisfy my vanity."
Having said that, Alan stopped talking, handed over the documents, and got back to the topic.
After Margaret looked through it, her expression became extremely serious.
"Dr. Allen, are you sure that the fourth Primarch, 'The Grabber', is in the Flower City Ruins right now?"
Alan nodded seriously.
"Over the years, I have never given up on exploring the whereabouts of Titan Primarchs No. 4 and No. 5."
"Unfortunately, the detection range is limited to the Titan network, and the Primarch is very cunning and always avoids the network service area."
"Until recently, my detection skills evolved again, and the detection radius expanded to 5,000 kilometers. I finally found the long-missing fourth Primarch - the Grabber!"
At this point, Allen showed an excited expression.
In fact, detection magic does not rely on the Titan network at all, and there is no upper limit to the detection distance .
As early as three years ago, Allen had already locked down the locations of the remaining two Titan Primitives.
At that time, his strength and position were too low, and his status in the eyes of Solomon and his daughter was not high.
If his detection capabilities were exposed and exceeded the radiation radius of the Titan network, it would inevitably arouse suspicion and he might even be treated as a hidden danger and be eliminated.
Now the time is ripe and it is time to move forward with the plan, so I informed Margaret of this belated information.
"I believe you, Dr. Allen, we must act as soon as possible!"
Margaret also seemed very excited. She jumped up from the swivel chair and grabbed Alan's hand.
"Let's go! Let's report to our father now!"
The two men excitedly walked into Dr. Solomon's office to report this important information.
However, when he left, there was no smile on his face.
The good news is that Dr. Solomon agreed to send an elite force to the Flower City ruins across the ocean to recover the fourth Primitive, "The Grabber".
However, Dr. Solomon did not want to lead the team himself and left the matter entirely to his daughter and Allen.
Margaret was quite dissatisfied with her father's cold attitude.
As soon as he walked out of the office, he started complaining to Alan.
"It's such a big deal, but Dad is too careless to just leave it alone."
As Alan is the subordinate of both the father and daughter, in this situation, all he can do is persuade Margaret to be considerate of her father.
"At least one of you, father and daughter, must stay at home to maintain the normal operation of the Titan Network."
"Your father has just changed his body. He needs some time to recuperate and adapt. He really can't leave. As his daughter, it is reasonable for him to lead the team to recover the original body."
"After all, you already have the ability to stand on your own. Sooner or later you will take over your father's job. It would be a good opportunity to train yourself now."
Margaret nodded slightly, accepting his consolation, but there was still a look of loss on her face.
After returning to his office and closing the door, he finally couldn't help but confide in Alan.
"Ever since my dad got a younger body, looking at that unfamiliar face, I always feel that he is no longer the same father as before."
"Perhaps you would say that the reincarnation only changes the body, the soul does not change, so it is still the same person as before."
“But is communication between people really limited to the spiritual level and has nothing to do with the physical body?”
"How much of the emotions accumulated over the years are based on spiritual communication, and how much are based on familiar figures, voices, and smells?"
"If the latter has changed, how can we be sure that there is still a familiar soul inside that strange skin?"
Faced with her string of pointed questions, Alan did not attempt to answer.
"Margaret, since you already have the answer in your heart, why bother me with these questions?"
Margaret hung her head in frustration.
As Allen said, no matter how he comforted himself, he couldn't change the fact that made her sad:
After reincarnation, the father became a stranger, and on the basis of strangeness, estrangement was bound to grow.
Margaret knew that no matter how much she emphasized the spiritual bond, she could not confide her feelings to a stranger, and regard him as her spiritual support as she did before, seeking family affection and a sense of security.
Even without the help of telepathy, Alan could see that Margaret urgently needed to fill the void in her heart.
So he took the initiative to hold her hand and kissed her on his lips.
In this slightly unbridled way, he encouraged her to cheer up.
Margaret raised her head and stared at him blankly.
The moist eyes, the gaze became particularly burning.
…
On the banks of the Seine, the city once hailed as the most beautiful in the world has been reduced to ruins in the Age of Disaster.
In the center of the Ares Square, on the rusty iron tower, a white and slender arm was lying horizontally, as if basking in the sun.
The arm was broken at the elbow, leaving only the lower half connected to the palm. No flesh or bones were visible on the cross-section, revealing irregular golden crystalline substance.
A large group of strange creatures gathered in the square where the tower was located.
Most of them are gigantic animals infected with Titan cells.
There were also naked, deformed giants mixed in with the herd.
These Titan beasts and human mutants are usually scattered in various blocks of the abandoned city, carefully guarding their respective territories.
If they meet on a narrow road, a fierce fight is inevitable.
But today is unusual.
The giants and monsters, who usually hostile to each other, are attracted to the square by the same mysterious force.
Surrounding the Eiffel Tower, people pay homage to the broken arm on top of the tower.
It's like a group of fanatics offering sacrifices to the gods.
Five kilometers away, the site of the most famous museum of the old times has now been occupied by a hunting team from the metropolis.
The team led by Margaret and Dr. Allen includes two hundred mercenaries, all of whom are super-powered people above Level B.
Allen had a pistol tucked into his waistband.
On the surface, it looks like the same firearms of the old times, but in fact it has been modified to use crystal cores as propellants instead of gunpowder that has been contaminated by Titan cells and has become extremely unstable.
Other hot weapons equipped by the hunting team have also undergone similar modifications, making them safer to use and more powerful.
But in the minds of most mercenaries, guns, bombs and bombs are nothing more than expensive toys.
It can only be used against targets below level B, and is of little use against high-level prey with supernatural perception and teleportation abilities.
Or you have just started aiming and the target has already noticed it.
Either the magazine is emptied and the target's defense is not breached at all.
Two hundred mercenaries, including forty-eight "Wanderers".
They were required by Margaret to carry only the minimum equipment, with most of the weight being used to carry weapons and ammunition.
The "wanderers" were quite dissatisfied with the eldest lady's orders, and privately felt that it was pure nonsense.
Not to mention these machine guns and bombs, even a nuclear bomb cannot destroy the Titan Primarch. There is no point in carrying these burdens!
However, they dared not disobey the orders of their superior, even if it was just the eldest lady's momentary willfulness.
In this team, Alan is the most popular one and is regarded by the mercenaries as a bridge of communication with Margaret.
They didn't dare complain directly to Margaret, so they came to Alan and asked him to convey their dissatisfaction.
After all, everyone knew that he enjoyed a special status with the eldest lady, and Margaret would always seriously consider any objections he raised.
Alan reflected the mercenaries' complaints truthfully.
"I advise you to mind your own business. Those idiots don't know shit!"
Margaret looked disdainful.
"Thermal weapons can't kill high-level Titans? Wrong, that's just because the firepower is not enough!"
"As long as the firepower is strong enough, there will be no monster that cannot be killed. Just wait and see!"
Allen smiled and declined to comment on her point.
The message has been delivered, and now he has to do his job.
The museum hall, which was once used to display famous paintings, now has a shiny reinforced fiberglass mirror wall as a medium for Alan to display his detection skills.
Margaret led the mercenaries and gathered in front of the mirror wall.
Alan raised his hand and touched the mirror, and a dreamy luster flowed from his fingertips.
The surveillance screen then appeared on the smooth mirror surface.
The camera focuses on the white left arm at the top of the tower.
"Her skin is well maintained, and her fingers are long and delicate. They look like the hands of a young girl who is good at playing the piano."
Margaret stood in front of the mirror and commented with a relaxed look on her face.
Suddenly, she turned to look at Alan and asked a question that he had not expected.
"Doctor, do you think this arm is beautiful?"
"not bad."
"If you are willing to sacrifice a part of your limbs, I can give you this beautiful arm."
"Thank you for your generosity, Margaret, but have you asked your father ? It is not a good idea to act on your own."
"Dad himself refused to lead the team to hunt the 'Grabber', so I don't need to consider his opinion on the issue of distributing the spoils."
Margaret's words revealed a strong resentment.
Alan could tell that she was still upset about her father's unfamiliarity and alienation after his reincarnation.
The rift between father and daughter was exactly what he expected.
When necessary, Allen doesn't mind fanning the flames and deepening the conflict between father and daughter.
But not now, because he didn't want to be too explicit and arouse suspicion from the father and daughter.
At this moment, the severed hand monitored by the mirror suddenly floated up from the iron tower.
Slowly spinning in the air, palms facing the mirror.
Alan immediately sensed a cold and malicious mental fluctuation, which was reflected back to him through his surveillance camera.
With the mental resistance at the demigod level, Alan instantly suppressed the mental fluctuations that tried to invade his mind.
The "grabber" in the mirror trembled slightly.
She seemed a little surprised that he could resist her mind control.
Then he realized that the creature that was watching him from a distance was not like the group of infected people in the square, who could be easily captured by it and turned into its servants.
At the same time, Margaret also sensed the malicious mental energy emanating from the mirror.
The smile on his fat face suddenly disappeared and he raised his hand to cover his chest.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
From Margaret's broad and thick chest came a dull heartbeat like a drum.
In the hall, except for Allen, the other mercenaries were confused by the magical halo emerging from the mirror and fell into a trance.
Hearing Margaret's heartbeat at this moment, everyone came back to their senses and regained consciousness.
Recalling the experience of being mind controlled just now, everyone was terrified and hurriedly picked up their weapons, ready to fight.
Alan turned his head and looked at Margaret, and he understood.
There are two hearts coexisting in Margaret's chest.
One of them is an ordinary heart that you are born with.
The other one is the "Misser" which was transplanted later.
Just now, Margaret activated one of the two Primarch skills of "The Thinker".
Form a protective barrier through heartbeat to resist mental interference.
According to Allen's observation, the mental protection provided by this skill is better than the 8th-ring magic "Mind Barrier".
Coupled with the fact that it is a group effect, it is no exaggeration to say that it has reached the level of legendary protective magic.
Therefore, it is able to resist the legendary mind control from the "Grabber".
"Don't let your guard down, our troubles have just begun!"
Alan reminded his companions in a deep voice.
"The Grabber has discovered that we are secretly monitoring him and has just launched a wave of mental backlash, but fortunately the young lady was able to resist it."
"Mental attack is a basic skill that all Titan Primarchs have. The Grabber must have even more terrifying unique skills..."
While warning his teammates, Allen calmly moved his feet and stepped out of the mirror's reflection range.
This sneaky action was not noticed by the people present.
At this moment, everyone's attention is attracted by the "grabber" in the mirror.
"Grabber" uses Alan's detection perspective, path inversion, and locks on hostile creatures.
Now, Alan hid in a corner where the mirror could not reflect him, and the "Grabber" could not sense his exact location.
The person who appeared in the mirror in place of Alan and had an unparalleled presence was none other than Miss Margaret, who weighed one-third of a thousand pounds.
The "grabber's" attention naturally shifted to her.
He discovered that Margaret was actually carrying the Titan's original body and had opened a mental barrier to block his mental attacks, and immediately regarded her as his number one enemy.
Above the iron tower, in the void.
Pale palms, with flexed fingers.
Make a telekinetic grabbing gesture.
Margaret's face changed slightly, and she instinctively crossed her palms and pressed them against her chest to protect her heart.
