"At this point, you need to maintain a good image. If you are crazy, it will only make our allies feel uneasy. If you are too polite, or even cowardly, it will make them feel that they have the ability to challenge our position."

Nathaniel looked at Boluogo's face again, "So at this point, you are indeed very talented. You are unsmiling and cold, and even your eyes are so perfect. God, sometimes I feel that I am despised by you.

Already."

Regarding contempt, Boluogo didn't want to explain it anymore.

"Of course, what I'm talking about now is external. Internally, your image is also very important." Nathaniel made a fist and tapped Boluogo's chest. "In the eyes of many employees, you will be their

's hero."

"A leader who is visible, tangible and concrete."

…

Boluogo blinked hard and looked down at the many snacks at his feet.

Putting these things together with Bologo is obviously completely opposite to the powerful and mysterious image of Bologo created by the Bureau of Order.

Boluogo is thinking about whether to defend himself with the so-called pro-people line.

In fact, there is nothing to defend.

Boluogo hates those red tapes, and he also hates deliberately pretending to be another powerful and mysterious existence. That is too high and condescending, and more like an unreachable god than the heroes in the story that people can touch.

Therefore, Borogo listened to Nathaniel's words, but only part of them.

"Speaking of which, Nathaniel also told me not to learn from you," Boluogo murmured to himself. "He said that if a guy like you becomes a leader or something like that, you will definitely get into trouble with your mouth and trigger diplomatic relations."

accidental."

"Ah? What did you say?"

Palmer had just opened a pack of jelly beans when he wondered what Burlogo was suddenly saying.

"Um...nothing."

Boluogo shook his head, stood up, and stretched his body vigorously.

"I have to go now."

Boluogo said, walking towards the body in the center of the intersection. His actions attracted the attention of everyone present. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Boluogo.

"It's finished."

Boluogo complained in a low voice. Sure enough, this group of people seemed to be working, but they all kept staring at him with their peripheral vision.

Palmer was so careless that he didn't notice this at all, "Speaking of which, I just wanted to ask, the battle is over, what are you doing here all the time?"

After learning the news here, Palmer was sent to guard the scene to deal with various emergencies. At this time, Boluogo could have left, but he sat in the shadows all afternoon.

"Just guarding the body."

Boluogo first walked to the end of the corpse, stood on the bloodshot spine, and pulled out the bite, and a crisp sound echoed around him.

"Every evil creature in this world has power beyond imagination. Who knows, it is really dead or pretending to be dead. What if it comes back to life?"

Boluogo said, kicking the corpse hard.

There were still many secrets about the devil that Boluogo didn't know. In order to avoid any accidents, he waited next to the body of the Abyss Maw for an entire afternoon. Only after he was sure that it was completely dead did he dare to relax.

a bit.

"The battle is over. It's time to go back and report the situation and rest."

Boluogo came to the saw axe, reached out and took off the restless axe. It calmed down, like a cat being picked up by the scruff of the neck.

At this moment, Boluogo felt that the battle was over in a real sense.

Boluogo took a long breath and looked towards the city after layers of blockades. There should be many people curiously surrounding the blockade area. There are also many reporters trying their best to cross the cordon. Many field staff are also

In a secret operation, we are searching for the first witnesses who fled the scene.

During the dinner, Nathaniel's words echoed in Boluogo's mind inexplicably.

"In addition to efficiency, there is another reason not to use violence easily."

"It is always easier to break order than to rebuild it."

The order of Oath City Opos is still under control, but the order of the world is gradually collapsing.

Boluoge gathered his emotions and prepared to leave the scene. Maybe it was because he was under too much pressure in the etheric realm. After killing the Throat of Tunyuan, Boluogo only felt that his anger was vented, and there was no actual sense of accomplishment.

When he was about to cross the cordon, Boluogo stopped and found that the others were still looking at him with eager eyes and fiery expressions.

Bologo has only seen such a look on two types of people, one is the fans celebrating victory, and the other is gang members preparing to start a group fight.

Malik stood in the crowd, staring at Boluogo. As he stared, his body trembled inexplicably, like a boiling kettle, with the lid constantly being lifted by steam.

I don’t know who was the first to let out a cheer, and then everyone responded.

Everyone was cheering, cheering that Bologg had defeated another evil in this world, cheering that one of the dark clouds that shrouded the world had disappeared again.

This is a real achievement, a monster that only exists in legends is killed in the streets like a wild dog.

The oncoming wave stunned Boluogo's mind. When Palmer took his hand and raised it high, Boluogo truly understood what Nathaniel said at that time.

Boluogo has become the god of death for some people, their hero.
Chapter completed!