"Your assessment task?"

"No, God's mission!"

The old Heslom said, "We are all God's operatives and God's servants. Whether we can become God's servants is not our final say, but God."

Hawke nodded and looked at Old Hei Sloan: "So, what does God need me to do to make me his servant?"

Old Hei Sloan smiled slightly, got up, and walked towards his desk.

After a while.

Old Heslom handed Hawke a piece of textile cloth and a translated paper, and sat down and said with a smile: "God's mission, everything is in it."

Hawke opened it, looked at the contents on the note, and raised his eyebrows.

Tell Gwen you are the killer.

Hawke looked up and looked at Old Hell Sloan.

A question mark emerged from the head, and then the second and then the third question marks emerged one after another.

Hawke's expression was a little weird, pointing to the paper on his hand, looking up at Old Heislom: "Are you sure, is this God wants me to do?"

Is your God bored?

You told me that this task was issued by God?

You call God out, and I want to ask him if he has lived for too long and his mind is gone.

The old Hei Sloan looked like a very good charlatan: "I believe that God must have his intention to do this."

Hawke shook his head, he was not polite.

"I don't believe it!"

"What?"

"Are you sure the content on this rag is translated as this sentence?"

"Yes."

"How did you translate it."

"What?"

Hawke looked at Old Hei Sloan, threw the rag on his hand and the translated paper onto the coffee table, leaned against the sofa, and smiled, "I just asked Firefox a very interesting question."

"oh."

"I asked Firefox, the entire organization, if you are the only one who can translate the textile fabric of Destiny."

“Yes, that’s right.”

"Look, the problem is here."

Hawke spread his hands: "Although Firefox said, you never translated incorrectly, I think you may have translated incorrectly in this task, and you are the only one who can translate. Even if I want to verify it, I don't have it.

Any way, isn't it, or, if one day you tell me that God is going to kill Gwen, will I go too?"

Old Hei Sloan smiled: "If God said that, it must be his intention."

Hawke waved his hand: "No, no, no, now it's not God's saying, but you're saying, you told me, God told me, I want Gwen to show off, right?"

Do you really think I can fool me if I am young?

Last time, the guy who thought I was young and looked down on me was already ten feet tall.

Old Hei Sloan frowned when he heard this.

"So, are you unwilling to accept such an assessment task?"

"No!"

Hawke raised his eyebrows and corrected the grammatical problem in Old Hei Sloan's words: "It's not that I'm unwilling to accept the assessment task, I just simply feel that you have translated the task given by God incorrectly."

Old Hei Sloan shook his head and said, "This is impossible!"

Hawke spread his hands: "That's what you said, but can anyone else prove it?"

In the entire Destiny Organization, you are the only one who knows how to translate God’s language. You are not just what you say. If you want to rely on this task, you can CPU me?

What do you think?

I am proficient in ten thousand anti-CPU skills and techniques.

Old Hei Sloan said God, keep talking about God. If someone with faith is a direct CPU, he will be successful. Once the other party does not question this assessment task, then he will be the agent of God.

Become a God.

"Then what you mean..."

"I want to see with my own eyes that God says."

“…”
Chapter completed!