Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

"What a terrible plot." W exclaimed.

"So, I can't go to this shift." Shelley said categorically, "To be honest, it is already very difficult for me to resist their continued offensive. If this goes, I... I'm not sure if I can. Keep yourself."

"I understand, then with my authority, I agree that you will not work overtime." W nodded slightly, "You have done a good job, take a good rest, don't push yourself too hard. By the way, a new mentality The school team has arrived, and they will evaluate your condition more comprehensively. Don’t worry, we will protect you."

Shelley nodded: "Then I will go first."

She left the room.

Chapter 306 Britain needs everyone to fulfill their duties (three shifts)

As soon as Shelley left, the secret door in the room opened.

Mr. W said to the man coming out of the secret door: "I can't believe it, Q, she didn't realize that she created this small compartment through visual deviation until today."

Q sighed: "She is in very bad condition. Although the detailed condition will not be known until a complete psychological evaluation is completed, I think we should let her withdraw from this task."

Q came to W, pulled the chair and sat down, looking at the old man across the table.

"After she retires from this mission, she shouldn't get the opportunity to participate in other missions, nor will there be training for the special air crew and the Royal Boat Troops. She can only survive as a genius costume designer."

Q makes W look tired.

"Perhaps this is the best result for her. Many years ago, when I found her in the East End of London, she was a child of a poor family living in a public rental housing. The only thing waiting for her in the future is a gloomy future. Talent will be covered in dust."

"I remember she once won a prize in a children's art exhibition?" Q asked.

"Yes, it was the painting that led me to find her, but she could no longer learn to paint due to family financial reasons. At that time, I felt that such a child should not be buried by poverty."

Q nodded: "No one should be buried by poverty. Speaking of it, there has been a set of welfare state theory, which appeared in a flash. If it hadn't been for the world government to cope with the recovery of spiritual energy and squeeze the productivity of the world with all its strength, then the theory Maybe it will become mainstream."

"Huh, isn't that theory now well implemented in the neighboring country across the strait? How can it be said that this theory is short-lived?" W ridiculed. At any time, ridicule the French is like that. Happy, and then the W spoke up, "Now, she has her own funds, has extremely high artistic attainments, and her works have been recognized all over the world. My goal has been achieved. To train her as an agent is nothing more than I accidentally discovered her talent as an agent, and then just let it go."

After speaking, both of them were silent thoughtfully.

After five minutes, Q asked: "How far do you think she has been corroded?"

"It has not been determined that the King of Yellow Clothes has memetic abilities."

"In your words, that is," Q paused, staring at his old friend, "'Tell me something that can't be written in the report'."

W brewed for a while and replied: "She is very happy these days. Only this point I am very sure. After becoming an agent, she seldom is so happy. More often, I feel that she is always driven away by a sense of mission and is anxious. Going one step further. I have always wanted to solve this problem, but now, the king of yellow clothes seems to help me solve this problem."

"You mean, she..."

"I only said that she is very happy recently." W emphasized, "The rest has to wait for the evaluation of the psychology team. My opinion is the same as before. Before conclusive evidence, it cannot be accepted."

Q shook his head: "You can't get support for your opinions, and even I won't support your judgment. We can't afford such a risk."

Someone knocked on the door at this time.

"Come in." W said.

An agent came in and said: "Shelley's psychological evaluation has been completed today."

"Give me."

W stretched out his hand.

The agent came in immediately and handed him the report.

W read the report carefully.

"Possibility of being implanted hints: low. Very good." After saying this, W was silent, his eyes moved down one by one, and his face became gloomy.

After roughly flipping through the report, he waved to the agent who was still waiting for instructions. After the agent left, he threw the report on the table.

Q immediately took the report and turned it over.

Because it was a short assessment at night, the report was very short and could be read all at once—then Q curled his lips.

"The existence of memetic pollution is not conclusive, and the possibility of implanting hints is very low, but the person in charge of the evaluation thinks that she is indeed affected by some external forces." Q looked at the old man, "Now take her from It’s too late to withdraw during the mission."

W directly picked up the phone on the desk and connected to Ms. M.

However, Ms. M’s answer is straightforward:

"We always need a girl to perform this task. We have no female agent younger than her.'Britain needs everyone to perform their duties.'"

Then the phone was hung up over there.

W put down the phone and looked at his old friend.

"How is it?" Q asked, but his expression indicated that he had already guessed the ending.

W replied: "Britain needs everyone to perform their duties, and Ms. M has moved out of Nelson's famous saying."

"Then there is no way. After all, Nelson." Q said, standing up, "I still have a job. I leave Greater China. When this is over, I will return to London. Let's have a good drink."

Chen Zhongwu took an apple and a fruit knife into the monitoring room and asked, "Are there anything new today?"

"We used insect robots and installed a wire-tap in the office of the British boss. We just heard the most exciting news." The agent in charge of monitoring looked very excited. "The British seem to think that their female agent has been pornographic. The King of Clothes meme is contaminated."

Chen Zhongwu raised his eyebrows, cut a piece of apple and put it in his mouth, chewing and saying: "The king of yellow clothes still has this ability? We don't know."

"We have obviously discussed Chen Tou, it was the day the king of yellow clothes gave a speech in his school."

"Have you discussed it? Oh, it seems to have been discussed. But that is our guess. No one is really so stupid to think that this is the case, right? The appeal of his speech at the time came from his manuscript itself, and The expressiveness of his speech. There is no need for memetic pollution to touch many people."

"That's right, but we heard that the British are discussing the yellow king's memetic pollution abilities very seriously. You see, this is a recording file."

"I believe you did hear what the British said. Remember to back up the recording files, especially the physical backups. By the way, don't forget to submit them to the superior department online." After that, Chen Zhongwu ate the apple and left. Monitoring room.

Johnny threw the tablet to Ben: "Look at it. The first detailed report of the surveillance operation up to now was just sent."

Ben is holding the tablet in his hand, as if he is holding a mobile phone, he is carefully pulling the screen, as if he is afraid of breaking the screen with force.

Johnny sat on the table, picked up an apple from the fruit platter on the table, took a bite, and said while eating: "This report confirms my guess that the king of yellow clothes is expanding his influence and establishing A channel for disseminating memes on a large scale. The throwing activity must be an experiment he conducted to confirm whether his ability can work through live broadcast."

"Then he found out that it did work." Ben took the stubbornly. "He did this test because he used speeches to spread memes before."

"Yes. So I think the situation has become clearer. The king of yellow clothes is busy establishing his own memetic diffusion channel. He certainly does not want to attract the attention of the world government. Even if he is attacked by the CIA, he will not do it. He sent Langley to the sky and then wrote in the Sahara. Someone blamed him and planned to use the hands of the world government to destroy his plan."

"So, the Shadow Organization, saw the purpose of the King of Yellow Clothes earlier than us?" Ben asked.

"Yes. It can be concluded from this that the shadow organization is estimated to have been established for a long time. By the way, I think this organization itself should not be called shadow. It was made by him to blame the King of Yellow Clothes."

"Then why don't you just write "The King of Yellow Clothes" in the Sahara."