Apocalyptic Forecast

The first thousand and thirty chapters are outrageous

Late at night, the London border.

The command center of the Central Decision Room of the Administration Bureau is brightly lit, and every tired face looks serious and solemn.

The shrill sirens seemed to have reverberations in my ears, and I couldn't help but be alarmed, staring at the screen nervously, waiting for the result.

The participants are still the same group of participants. Anyway, the high-level sublimers basically don't sleep or rest for a few weeks, but at most they yawn, and they haven't been dozing off at all.

The other ordinary members who stayed up late to work overtime were basically dragged out of their beds by the sound of the alarm, sitting in unkempt positions, staring at each other.

Especially when I saw the natural enemy Tyre who had just walked out of the side door, my nerves became more tense.

At this time natural enemies appear?

It makes people smell bad...

"What happened?" someone later asked uncomfortably, "Hell finally launched an attack? Which ruler wants to enter the border? Or is it the element of destruction?"

The people waiting here are also at a loss.

When the Bronze Eye did not send a detection report, no one dared to easily assert.

But the frontier defense front was still calm, like stagnant water, without fluctuations, not even friction or fire. But why did the security alarm sound suddenly?

When the initial report of the Bronze Eye came up, everyone looked at each other even more.

-earthquake.

To be precise, it is a deep shock.

Then, it was a terrifying storm that swept across the entire depth of 10, causing the rulers' advance army to suffer unexpectedly heavy damage.

Moreover, due to the convergence of hells caused by deep tides and the connection of the ladders of hell, the earthquake that was originally confined to one **** and a deep storm spread and spread several times, bringing unexpected attacks and attacks to dozens of hells. Disastrous loss.

Even the ladder of **** has been interrupted, and it can be foreseen that the blood pressure of the golden dawn has now exploded, and the terrible workload that follows.

And, the tragic loss of many rulers...

It wasn't bad news, on the contrary, the news was so good that everyone couldn't believe it, even after repeated verifications, the Bronze Eye didn't dare to make a conclusion easily.

"What is it?"

It's like when the two armies are facing each other and ranking line up, they suddenly see a big fireball falling from the sky and slamming into the old nest on the opposite side...

For a time, a dreamlike feeling emerged from everyone's hearts.

More people gritted their teeth and started injecting themselves with vitality potions, suspecting that they were not awake yet...

For some pedigrees, messengers have been sent to verify on their own, or they have used a probe to observe them in detail.

In the low-pitched conversation and communication of everyone, a sharp-eyed person saw Yegor who walked in quietly through the side door. The old man obviously hadn't had time to change his clothes, and he was still wearing slippers on his feet.

And when he saw him sitting next to Russell, the Xuanniao raised his eyebrows not far away, as if he understood something.

And Russell, still playing with his cell phone, bowed his head.

Suddenly.

Yegor was expressionless.

This old thing is already acting...

He coughed twice, and when Russell finally looked up, he asked in a low voice: "Heaven's pedigree...your ivory tower, no, does Huaishi have any other missions?"

"No, what's the matter?" Russell asked, seemingly puzzled.

For a time, Yegor's expression became very strange.

Staring closely at Russell.

Russell also looked at him, full of doubts: "Why, something happened to him?"

"No, he's okay."

Yegor was silent for a moment, and whispered: "But he blew up the thundering white plain."

"..."

"..."

In the short silence, neither of them spoke, but the eyes that looked at each other were full of confusion and countless question marks, the expressions on their faces changed, and every wrinkle was filled with what you were teasing me.

One doubt you know, one doubt you doubt I know...

Baby, set it up.

"...Exploded?"

After a long time, Russell broke the nesting doll circle after all and tried to prove it again.

"Yes, it exploded."

Yegor nodded and said with great confidence: "Simply put, he is setting up a big bomb, blowing half of **** into the sky. He also brought an entire **** settlement and more than six large groups, and the following four legions... "

What the hell?

Those who looked over became more and more weird.

Almost doubting his ears.

"Too outrageous!"

Russell interrupted his words without thinking, and seriously corrected: "Our school will never accept such accusations of terrorist attacks. Mr. Huai Shi has always been our model employee, with both good character and kindness..."

After a moment of loss, the old man instinctively began to separate the relationship.

I am not, I don’t, don’t talk nonsense!

"Okay, Mr. Russell, we are not here to hold you accountable."

Yegor sighed and pushed the document in his hand directly: "Since he opened his mouth, there must be conclusive evidence-this is the information that has just been passed on: Harper on the spot has detected an outburst caused by an exoplanet collision. Eye sight etc. reached 1.16.

At the same time, our probe in Hell detected a large shock with a depth of about 10.

And the images and photos of Huai poems taken at the scene.

It is conservatively estimated that after destroying a **** settlement, he annihilated three or more established **** legions, and killed a group of extremely dangerous deep wanderers by some unknown method... triggered three depths, Dozens of **** storms.

This greatly delayed the assembling speed of the advance troops of the hell, and the turbulence of the deep tide interfered with the ascent of some rulers, which at least bought us a week or more. "

"..."

In the long silence, Russell's expression was full of suspiciousness.

Looking at Yegor in front of him.

—Who on earth is Rocky?

But he didn't smell any lie from beginning to end, and Yegor didn't need to run to tease himself at this knot.

But the problem is...

He really doesn't know anything!

How could he have thought that Huai Shi had just stepped out of the door, and it hadn't been a few days before he had done such a big job?

If this is prepared in advance, why would he sit here in a daze?

Earlier, his **** leverage doubled and deceived another wave of investments, and then I started to bet on another **** wave. If you want to go well, I am afraid that all the victims of the connection disk have been found at this time.

-Even at any time, this is a great victory worthy of a special medal!

You should know that if you can fix one point for things like the line of defense, then there will be one point for the effect.

But if you want to fix one point, you have to exert one point of effort.

time.

Time is always the focus, and it will never be enough. With such a week's time, I can be a little more confident. In particular, adjust the guardian's rotation in various regions, and ensure that sufficient manpower can be deployed at critical times.

No matter the usual situation, there is no shortage of firepower and support within the envelope of the three major blockades.

But if a ruler is dispatched, it needs to be topped by Tier 5 Ascenders, and some of the extremely strong may also need to be adjusted by the crowned person to use the relic of authority to repel or kill.

Now that there is an extra week out of thin air, not only the decision-making room is relieved, but those on the front line who repeatedly jumped on the edge of overwork and death can't wait to set up a tablet for Huai Shi to burn incense every day.

Just ask Mr. Huaishi, you have a lot of work in **** and a lot of performance.

Only Russell felt a little heartache for a while.

There was an opportunity to cheat money before his eyes, but he didn't even cherish it!

"If this is the case, can we discuss the distribution of the correction value?" Russell's eyeballs didn't turn a full circle, he already lifted the big blade very quickly, "I can't let the hero Bleeding and tearing, right?"

"You just said you didn't admit it..."

"In any case, Huai Shi is the mainstay of our heavenly genealogy. He has a reliable character, a noble morality, and a kind heart. What I like most is helping the old grandma to cross the road. Besides, this time it is the task of the governing bureau. You always Can't just give a verbal compliment, right?"

Before this guy got more and more ridiculous, Yegor raised his hand and interrupted him: "Okay, don't talk about it, in addition to the distortion that was originally promised, the correction value needed for Huai Shi's advancement is handled by the Bureau. Ok?"

Rather than let him ask for a price, it is better to set the conditions yourself.

Otherwise, this old **** must be bitten to death and not relax.

But this time, Russell did not even take advantage of the victory, but showed a skeptical look:

"you sure?"

"Of course, I am a secretary-general for the time being."

Yegor nodded and didn't care.

Although the correction value is precious, it should be used on the edge of the knife. Moreover, how much correction value can he burn as a third-level to fourth-level sublimate?

Big deal, double it.

I don't know why, but Russell's eyes make him a little hairy.

It's like looking at the big fat pig at the village's mouth during Chinese New Year.

"What are you laughing at?" Yegor wondered.

"No, it's nothing."

Russell smiled honestly, "Good things are good things."

Yegor was silent for a long time, always feeling what the old thing was doing, but couldn't figure it out, so he continued: "However, in the end, I still have a problem."

"Please speak, please speak."

The secretary-general was silent for a moment, coughed, and said with emotion: "I understand that the task of the Heavenly Genealogy is arduous, and it is also the most dangerous of all outpost plans. The risk that Huai Shi team has to bear is also the highest."

"Where and where, they are all dedicated to the present situation. What is the difference between high and low."

Russell replied reservedly: "This is all part of the heavenly pedigree, don't care, just look at the border trade agreement I mentioned a few days ago..."

"That's another story!"

Yegor resisted the urge to cough and brought back the topic with difficulty: "In short, the Heavenly Kingdom's pedigree can stand up at this time and set an example for everyone. The decision-making room is also very pleased and wants to show it and erect a model. but…"

He rubbed his eyebrows, pulled out a photo from the file, placed it in front of Russell, and asked suspiciously:

"—Why is he not wearing clothes?"

In the photo, the man standing on the scorched earth, with his hands on his hips, stood magnanimously against the wind, set off against a ruin of destruction, indescribably chic and handsome.

I just don't know why, but I don't know why.

Naked!

"Uh…"

Russell's expression stiffened, and soon calmed down, and calmly replied, "It may be hot."

"hot?"

Yegor's eyes twitched.

"Well, hell, it's reasonable to be hot... Besides, young people always have a little known habit, and occasionally lose their attitude, it is normal, and it is not surprising. Those of us who are elders must always be tolerant and mentored. That's it."

Russell said earnestly: "Look, as a mountain ghost, he is expressing his disappointment and anger at the illegal discharge of waste water and waste. At the same time, he wears a few less clothes and sets an example to remind everyone to reduce carbon emissions. , Take care of nature and the ecological environment..."

For a moment, Yegor also felt like it made sense, and couldn't help nodding.

But before he could recall it, he heard Kacha.

The flash flickered.

Russell's hand has quietly tucked the phone back into his pocket, as if nothing had happened.

"..."

Yegor was speechless.

.

Conversation is actually a personal effort, especially when the target is a veteran like Russell.

When Yegor was about to leave, he was already dizzy. Fortunately, he remained vigilant until the end, and he didn't let this guy get anything out of his hands.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

But before he took two steps, a staff member greeted him beamingly, giving him an ominous premonition.

"Mr. Yegor, Mr. Yegor!"

The staff showed the tablet and the effect picture in hand: "Our propaganda picture has been completed. According to your instructions, we will release key news and publicity throughout the territory.

Take a look, is there anything else that needs to be changed? "

Above the flat reality, between the passionate words, is the full-length portrait of the man standing in hell, with bronzed skin, long hair that flutters in the wind, and a magnificent air.

It is just as stalwart as the hero in classical oil painting.

At the same time, the same is not wearing clothes.

Suddenly, Yegor suddenly had the hallucination of a cerebral hemorrhage, and his eyes turned black.

"How is it? Is it perfect?" The staff member said excitedly: "I haven't seen such a beautiful news photo for many years? Look at this light and shadow, look at this line, it is simply impeccable!"

"..."

Facing the tablet that was about to be photographed on his face, Yegor subconsciously stepped back a bit, his expression wrinkled, and he stopped talking, unable to speak.

With only two blank gestures, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com and opened his mouth several times, and finally said tiredly: "I understand the truth-seeking spirit of your journalists, but sometimes, you, at least... He draws a pant... OK?"

"What about that style?"

The staff asked: "Do you have any requirements for the style? Look, is this dark purple triangle better? Or is the big red boxer style better?

Or, should we be bolder, or should we be more in line with our personal style? "

Can't you **** change a photo? !

Yegor deliberately wanted to say a few more words, but for the sake of his blood pressure and life span, he no longer wanted to read it.

I can only cover my face numbly, "You...you can do it yourself..."

Thus, the matter was settled.

Twenty minutes later, within the coverage of the current border, the border, the seven continents, the eight oceans, the Astronomical Society, the Wuchang, and even hundreds of independent border city-states, a series of crisp reminders sounded.

The new Tomorrow News headline pop-up window pushes to every user's mobile phone screen.

Brighten up the dull faces.

The brief and passionate text narrated the whole story of this surprise attack behind enemy lines, and praised the hero's achievements without reservation. The front ultra-high-definition full-body photo shows every reader the unruly appearance of the subject.

Especially the hot style, bold lines, childlike patterns and color schemes have aroused the trembling and curiosity of countless girls.

And half an hour later, a brand-new entry appeared in today's hot search.

Countless people are waiting anxiously for answers:

—What is that pink pig's head?

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