Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

After a while, he saw Michelle on the wide bridge of the airship.

The colonel's legion clones pushed him out of the elevator without gentleness, one of them made a gesture to the other and then turned and left.

The one that was left drew his pistol and stared at Huai Shi intently from a distance of several meters.

Make sure he can kill him on the spot with a slight change.

For the rest, someone naturally came up to unchain him.

Although the stigmata and soul power were still unavailable, they were at least comfortable.

Huai Shi rubbed her wrist, sighed, and couldn't help complaining: "Troublesome action, please be gentle, everyone is school friendly... By the way, I have an Ivy League diploma, can it be considered? Your own people, give me a better treatment?"

When talking, he never thought that everyone would hate heresy more than the devil, nor did he think that these things he did were enough for his alma mater to shoot him hundreds of times.

"That diploma, it seems that I signed it myself...I remembered it."

Behind the desk, Michelle, who signed the documents, said without looking up: "After reading your resume, I immediately agreed to Principal Russell's request."

"Huh?" Huai Shi raised her brows: "Don't you feel a pity?"

Shamelessly patting her chest, Huai Shi said with emotion: "There is one thing to say, it's really sad to miss someone like me."

Michelle was amused.

It seems to hear a seven or eight year old kid tell a funny joke.

He closed the pen and finally raised his head, looking at the Huai poem not far away, his expression gradually becoming cold: "Don't you have the slightest sense of your own essence?"

"Seriously, I think I am quite accurate in positioning myself." Huai Shi shrugged, "Look, how quickly I adapt to the role of a prisoner, a hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, and I am afraid that you don't need to be sentenced.

"You are a trouble."

Without giving the slightest face, Michelle bluntly said: "Mr. Huaishi, whether you admit it or not, the trouble you cause will be far more than the role you play...No matter where you are.

The reason you can stay until now is because Mikhail did not agree to exchange you for another sub-control center core. "

What dirty deal do you seem to miss?

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, and then shrugged:

"Lan Yan's fate is understandable."

"Is it?"

Michelle sneered: "I can even conclude that Mikhail didn't think of any plan to rescue you at all: Compared to the price we have to pay to get the sub-control center, the loss you can cause by staying is even greater. More serious, what do you think?"

"I don't think I can't hear these words, Mr. Miha, you are slandering my conduct."

Huai Shi retorted: "Be careful, I sue you for personal attacks."

Michelle is still indifferent: "This is not a personal attack, and there is no provision for personal attacks in the border law."

"Ok?"

Huai Shi was taken aback, subconsciously trying to refute.

Then began to think.

The old man seemed, seemed, did... he was right.

After several times his understanding of the legal system of various borders, there is no such a crime at all.

"Don't think about it. I am the main member of the Border Law Commission and the chief legal counsel of Exxon Energy. If I said no, there must be no."

Michelle glanced at him, casually, and threw a whole certificate on the table:

"Also, I am the Director of Risk Control of the American Countermeasures Office of the Bureau of Management. You'd better not pull the banner of the Astronomical Society in front of me, Mr. Huai Shi, the'Fourth Military Attaché'."

Hiss, so terrifying!

Huai Shi suddenly gasped.

This son...No, you can't keep this old man!

He rubbed his eyes repeatedly and repeatedly confirmed that he could not find any loopholes or suspicious points in that document. There was no doubt that it was a real document.

In other words...Is this guy really the boss?

No, why do you two like part-time jobs?

Did you let Mengxin come out?

In the end, the traditional arts and the names of the dishes brewing in the mouth can only be swallowed back in regret.

Pretending to fail miserably.

No way, even if the person on the other side is not a bigwig, the identity of his own inspector is useless, and he is still in the stage of leaving without pay.

Relying on this status, he can dominate in the present realm, and he can still be used at the border, but when he gets to hell... it's a fart.

Some of the hob meats that are fighting in **** are not even the four major legions.

Just look at the Eye of Nightmare.

Just in thought, the corner of his eyes jumped, and he couldn't help turning his head to look into the corner.

The position of the porthole, the shadow with its back facing him.

The hair is gray and looks old.

The man wore a Teutonic epee and was covered in heavy armor. He was still holding a hideous lion helmet in his hand. He ignored Huai Shi's existence and just stared out silently.

But what's worrying is... even in the reflection of the glass, he can't see his face.

The phantom that doesn't seem to exist here.

The moment he saw him, Huai Shi's instinct of death premonition was a crazy warning.

If you die, you might die.

Such a detailed premonition emerged from my heart.

But soon, his sight was attracted by another thing.

In the control area at the rear of the bridge, under the shining of a beam of light, countless precision machinery floated in the air, slowly rotating.

Vaguely able to see their original appearance.

When countless parts are closed in one place, it turns out that the wind lantern Huai Shi once saw is formed. Now, when the wind lantern is torn apart, the unfolding from it turns out to be so large and precise that even the entire bridge The alchemy matrix installed.

He rubbed his eyes, unable to contain curiosity.

"What the **** is that?"

"If it is explained in the language of the town of twilight, it should be called the "Proof of the Founder"."

Michel said: "It's like the stigmata of the Ascender. It is the power and tool of the Forge, and it is also the culprit that made this **** fall to this level."

He got up, adjusted the beam of light, zoomed in from it, and suddenly countless small weird words emerged from the lamp. In the end, they overlapped in one place, forming a solemn and cold emblem.

It seems to represent some authority and truth, and it feels awe-inspiring.

"According to the fate pattern above, the name of the sub-control core should be called'Vanchanger', right?"

He turned his head, looked at Huai Shi, waved his hand, and in front of Huai Shi, following the mechanical changes, a table slowly rose, followed by two chairs.

"Please sit down, Mr. Huaishi."

He took the lead to sit opposite Huai Shi: "The gossip time is over, and our work is about to begin."

Here comes, the plot of torture and torture secrets is coming!

Long-lost tough guy TIME!

Huai Shi's eyes lit up.

It’s time to show your mighty, unyielding, steadfast

And just after Huai Shi held up her chest, showing a tenacious and unyielding look, she wanted to resolutely guard the secrets of the ivory tower, but Michelle put on a pair of spectacles, pulled out the pen, and opened the side Documents.

"So, when did you enter the No. 4 sub-control...that is, in the underground world?"

He looked up and asked: "Our calculation here is probably around 19 o'clock in the afternoon. Considering that you may have spent a long time on the road, is there any fallacy?"

"Ok?"

Huaishi began to feel something wrong.

Why did he ask this?

"Also, some details of your battle with the changer-although the video supplements and Liz's description, there are still many unknown places. Let's talk about this in detail."

He didn't care at all about the secrets of the iron crystal seat and the ivory tower.

Michelle began to inquire about some details of his battle.

Regardless of the details, even the initial state of the changer, the time of the second stage, and Huai Shi's speculation and conjecture were all written down without error.

From beginning to end, the word ‘Great Master’ didn’t even pop out of his mouth.

Not even mention the iron crystal seat.

For two or three hours, he kept asking about the details that Huai Shi encountered in the process of exploration, and memorized a dozen pieces of paper.

What Huai Shi didn't want to say, he would never ask a second time.

Just asking about what happened in the sub-control center.

In this process, although I don't want to say too much, some insignificant things cannot be concealed.

He once suspected that Michelle wanted to rely on these issues to relax his vigilance and then engage in a surprise attack, but from beginning to end, Michelle was like an old professor who wrote records at an archaeological site. Things don't care at all.

Perhaps these are valuable pieces of information, but in Huai Shi's view, there is nothing wrong with it.

Moreover, even if Huaishi didn't say anything, Liz or other mercenaries from Nightmare Eyes had seen it.

There is no sense of confidentiality.

Towards the end, Michelle suddenly asked a secret question: "We found that your speed in the exploration process was a little abnormal. Is it due to your keen intuition? Or appeared Some guidelines for visions? If it is a vision~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is it convenient to talk about what you saw?"

Vision and auditory hallucinations, this kind of thing will often appear in **** exploration.

As the great master once said, it is not uncommon. It's just a **** thing to show Huai Shi the way.

After concealing the existence of the crowned skeleton, Huaishi thought for a while, and finally revealed the existence of Kondela.

Having a former colleague who can show him the way in **** can also improve Huaishi's own value somewhat.

Although there are some two-five-five behaviors, they are not worth mentioning when compared with the precious things that really need to be tight-lipped—the arming of the iron crystal seat, the internal situation, the staffing, the experimental projects and the research results.

After listening, Michelle was taken aback for a while, and the nib paused.

He raised his eyes and looked at Huai Shi.

"Condela...?" He asked, "A Russian in his thirties? Black hair?"

"..."

Huai Shi nodded.

Michelle was silent for a long time, took off his eyes, and sighed softly.

"You know?" Huai Shi asked.

"One-sided fate." Michelle carefully recalled: "He was a student of He. Three years ago, I met once when attending a seminar. He also told me that his students were born in blue, and their future achievements Will definitely beat him...it's a pity."

There is not the slightest gloat.

Huai Shi could feel that it was sympathy and condolences from the heart.

"...Seriously, yours here is not the same as I thought." He shook his head and exclaimed, "I thought you would gloat."

Michelle frowned.

He raised his eyes and looked at him, as if offended.

"Mr. Huai Shi, we are scholars." He said coldly, "not a cannibal."