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? American Camp.
The large tent of the Provisional Parliament was filled with MPs in suits of various colors. They were whispering and discussing. Bem, the camp chairman, dropped the hammer in his hand heavily. After two bangs, he loudly said: "Silence, silence! The next step is to proceed. The last item on the agenda today, before that, we need to invite a special person to give a speech."
Under the waiting canopy outside the tent, Andilu adjusted the newly tied tie around his neck and straightened the wrinkled corners of his new suit, but his calm eyes showed that he was slightly nervous at the moment. Feeling.
Although he is full of strength, although he is full of confidence, at this moment, when the despicable person walking on the street is about to walk into the door that symbolizes the so-called justice and freedom, his mood is no better than that of the fat man in another camp. Where to go.
His fingers tapped his knees slightly, waiting anxiously for the incoming call.
"Mr. John, it's your turn to go in." Not long after, a fat-bellied administrative black woman hurried up to him and opened her thick lips and said.
Andiru took a breath, pulled the edge of his suit, stood up, showed a smile he had just practiced, and raised his legs to step into the threshold that he had never dared to imagine before.
"What's going on, Boss? In my opinion, there is absolutely no need to talk to those corrupt congressmen who eat people without spitting out their bones. You have to talk with your fists!"
Far away, one of his men complained dissatisfiedly.
"That's right. Apart from collecting taxes and disappearing our pensions, what else will those congressmen who can only talk about do?" Another subordinate also echoed with great dissatisfaction.
"What do you idiots know?" One of Andiru's partners said meaningfully: "Since you can't destroy it directly, you have to find a way to join it. People always trust it more than people like us. How can Bose¡¯s wisdom be understood by you guys who can even spell words wrong?¡±
Andrew couldn't hear the discussion of his men. As soon as he entered the big tent, hundreds of congressmen were in an uproar. They may not know him, but it did not prevent them from getting some questionnaires about him before that. In addition to the congressmen who were willing to support him, a large number of other congressmen began to launch fire attacks at this moment:
"Who allowed a drug-addicted scumbag to come in?"
"This is an insult to the Parliament. I will never watch a gangster walk up to the podium of the Holy Spirit!"
"Kick him out, this is not a prison and criminals are not welcome!"
"I think we need a professional psychiatrist."
"Liar, he is a big liar, I swear to God!"
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In response to this, Andilu's face trembled slightly, as if he had low self-esteem and a heroic anger. They blended together, and even the crowd path towards the podium became illusory.
But he finally endured it, ignored the clamors, and came to the rostrum. The power rippling in his body made his spine straighten and his eyes shone brightly.
He stretched out his hand, as if embracing a beam of light, raised his voice, and loudly said, overcoming all attacks:
"I'm so tired, okay, ginger heads! You will have the honor to see with your own eyes the greatest miracle in the world that God gave me and wants to show you"
¡°¡and I am the chosen last Messiah!¡¡±
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China camp.
A few days have passed since he was last summoned. Zheng Youping got his wish and received support from the top, and started his career in the camp like a fish in water.
But the fat man¡¯s ambition is by no means limited to a small camp, so how much profit can he get from it? He needs authorization, needs the camp to send someone to protect him to go to the American camp, or to other camps further away, or even to contact the indigenous people on this planet.
Only in this way can we truly achieve something!
Today he is going to the administrative camp to discuss his plan with Secretary Wang with gold-rimmed glasses.
Along the way, Fatty saw many Indians. In the past two days, many Indian refugees had been pouring in from the south. At first, Camp 17 was very nervous for a while, thinking that the legendary pig-headed people were attacking. Later, after passing After learning more about it, I realized that the Indian city was completely burned down by a fire!
The fat man didn¡¯t have much compassion, but he found it satisfying. The mistreatment he received in India City at that time made him have no intention to sympathize with the Indian refugees who were begging for their dead wives and children.
But he has no interest in going.A Chinese man burned their entire camp on fire. I asked someone to come and identify him, and it was that one"
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Zheng Youping outside the door let out another silent sigh. He knew that the top figures were unwilling to conflict and did not dare to conflict. This was basically the same as his idea. The most important thing was to make money by being harmonious, but he still felt a little What about cowards?
When something like this happened, Secretary Wang didn't have time to see him. Even if he did, the Americans would not discuss any business with him in this tense situation.
After waiting for a day, Secretary Wang was still not available the next day. Zheng Youping was not in a hurry and continued to wait. Occasionally, he could hear some insider information outside the tent, which was very helpful to his business. If not The situation was chaotic and the confidentiality work was basically in vain, and he also gained some recognition. If he wanted to hear the news, he would probably have to go to the radish sellers and buyers in the market.
On the third day, the troops stationed at the ruins withdrew one after another. The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became tense for some reason. Zheng Youzhou was afraid that something would happen, so he came to wait outside the tent early in the morning.
Secretary Wang seemed to have not slept all night. He hurriedly walked out of another tent. When he looked up and saw Zheng Youding was still here, he lowered his voice and said to him: "Something happened. Be prepared."
Although Zheng Youting was mentally prepared to make guesses based on the atmosphere in the camp, he was still a little stunned and blurted out: "Brother Wang, what happened?"
Secretary Wang looked around and whispered, "Do you know that ruins?"
Zheng Youting nodded and said nothing.
Secretary Wang took a breath and said: "The Americans successfully entered last night. Not long ago this morning, they accidentally opened a huge coffin-like hatch and released something. Many people died at that time, and the entire exploration team almost It was completely wiped out, and even the army couldn¡¯t stop it. The thing headed towards the American camp, and our people quickly retreated.¡±
Zheng Youting felt a little creeped out when he heard this, and said in fear: "Brother Wang, what is so powerful?"
Secretary Wang made gestures with his hands, and then suddenly stopped and said: "It doesn't matter whether you know it or not, this matter must be kept secret. I am telling you because of the risk. The higher-ups are urgently studying countermeasures. Before a formal decision is made, Leaking is strictly prohibited, in short, just be prepared."
As for what the preparations were, Zheng Youting would not ask. If he did, it would appear that he was not good at it. This was something he knew well.
Besides escaping, what other preparations can you make? It's just hard to say it directly. Being vague is the best way to shirk responsibility.
But just because he didn¡¯t ask doesn¡¯t mean he has no way of knowing. At least he can see it with his own eyes!
Just before he and Secretary Wang finished speaking, the ground shook, gunshots rang out in the distance, and screams rolled in like a tide.
Zheng Youping raised his head subconsciously, and a terrifying figure as big as a mountain appeared in his pupils. He was stunned to the spot and seemed to have forgotten to breathe.
Behind the huge figure, in front of the American camp, Andirou stood there covered in blood, with a long gash on his palm and blood dripping out.
His face was a little pale, but his figure was still stable.
He fought hard at a huge cost, and finally received grateful cheers from the people behind him. From then on, bitches, drug addicts, and criminals will stay away from him, and will be replaced by people's heroes, even the Messiah. !
As for the life and death of the Chinese people, he doesn't care.
At this moment, Chu Yunsheng was standing on a towering tree, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, shouting loudly: "No, do it again, the speed must be fast, especially the twelve people you brought with you, Boutni! It's coming soon Did it, do it again, I can already feel it!¡±
He frowned, feeling the surging vitality, and a strong death aura spread from a distance. In this world, I am afraid that only a non-living person like him can feel this special aura, with a keen "smell" He couldn't help but look to the southwest.
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