Apocalyptic Forecast

"The glory of the Utopia?"

Yegor sighed slightly when he heard the words, and his expression became subtle and weird.

Indeed, as Russell said.

Even more than seventy years after the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, the world is still built on the foundation laid by the once-ideal country. The three major blockades are still properly maintained, and the plans that have been left over are in an orderly manner under the implementation of the Administration Bureau and the Survival Institute. Go slowly.

No matter how arrogant people are, they can't deny that this is the most dazzling essence of the Astronomical Society, a romantic soul that is almost a miracle in this cruel world.

No matter how long it has gone through and how many changes have been ushered in, there is still the imprint of the ideal country in the bones of the present situation.

But what Russell wants to express at this moment, is it ‘glow’ or ‘shadow’?

If you use this as a response, this great gift will surely make many people laugh.

But why does it feel...what's wrong?

Faint toothache.

Just like the story that was once rumored on the Dongxia Internet, the oil paper bag buried in the sewer of the Romans also contained an engineer. When the sewer was blocked, he dug out the oil paper bag and let him go down a few times.

It can be seen that the craftsman's spirit is so terrifying, you Dongxia can't do it.

After all, who would have expected that the upper family had only produced a pair of 4, and Russell would just throw the king directly?

This card is not played like this!

Do you understand the rules?

But no one could refuse this generous gift that exceeded expectations.

Similarly, the hidden warnings cannot be ignored.

The heavy haze under this glow.

For those guys who held the threat theory of the heavenly genealogy not long ago and chattered at the meeting, this was a slap in the face.

It's just a matter of pulling big ears back and forth on their faces directly in front of live cameras from all over the world.

For more than seventy years, you guys have done something besides sewing and mending around and meeting non-stop? I really thought everyone was thinking about the eggs in your basket?

Why do you think it is an ideal country?

What your governing bureau dare not engage in, our ideal country will do it, your governing bureau will not dare to poke, our ideal country will poke, and your governing bureau will not dare to gang up with rulers, our ideal country will gang up! The fish you do not dare to raise, we raise five or six tanks!

This is the ideal country, is it clear enough?

After Russell's face was swollen, he had to squeeze out a smiling face to praise: good fight, thank you dad, dad magnificent, dad is so nice!

As for René? Who is that? Seeing that his neck is so long and he doesn't wear a tie, he must be a slut. He deliberately seduce you to poke him with a pen... What are you doing in a daze? Apologize to Uncle Russell!

"You must be deliberate."

Yegor shook his head and sighed slightly.

"Huh? What?"

Russell smiled purely, as if I didn't understand what you were talking about.

Just drink tea.

But Yegor's eyes twitched slightly, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart: This old bastard!

Since Russell came to London more than a week ago, he has attracted a lot of attention and aroused a lot of vigilance.

No one knows at this point, what the old guy was doing non-stop to London after the golden dawn.

But everyone, who is not afraid?

But he was nervous for a long time, but he didn't do anything.

After being here for so long, every day I went to and fro, visiting relatives and friends, and old friends in the decision-making room, old acquaintances on the overhead floors, representatives of the Surviving House, and representatives of the five pedigrees.

It's almost as if I'm out on vacation.

Other than that, there hasn't been any action at all.

Just holding a handful of King Bomb, waiting silently without impulsiveness.

He waited until the Bureau of Control needed him the most, and then poked Rene's throat with his hand, directly creating the opportunity to meet with the highest level of the Bureau of Control alone.

Even this was brought to the door by Yegor himself...

Thinking of this, Yegor couldn't restrain his blood pressure.

That guy in Rene is really miserable. He screamed and screamed. He had nowhere to open. Why did he bump into Russell’s muzzle?

As a result, this wave directly made him interact with his students inside and outside, and there was a wave of London and Yingzhou blooming.

Maybe I have to apologize later.

The decision-making room has to applaud again.

Forget it, you should ask for your blessings...

"Seriously, you made me a little dizzy and made me slow down."

Yegor raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that the calories and energy brought by espresso were not enough for his brain to consume. After pondering for a long time, he took a sigh of relief and said straightforwardly: "This matter is too important. I can't give you any guarantee. I hope you don't bluff..."

Snapped!

A briefcase was placed on the table in front of him.

Yegor was stunned.

Russell raised his hand and motioned for him to open.

In a short silence, Yegor raised his hand and pressed the buckle. In an instant, the briefcase opened silky, and the old documents and more than forty keys were directly displayed in front of Yegor.

grass!

Yegor was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating, he closed the box abruptly, and glanced left and right.

Those who didn't know thought Russell was paying bribes!

"Such an important thing, you just take a broken box and put it on the ground?" Yegor lost his voice.

"Otherwise? Do you want to set up a ranking to confess?"

Russell waved his hand and said without nostalgia: "Take it, it's yours, it's true or false, you can verify it yourself, and hope you can use it properly."

Yegor didn't speak, he took out his mobile phone and jumped the security level of the entire London to the highest level with the fastest movement in his life, and then pulled all the Tier 5 sublimers that could be mobilized here at the fastest speed.

The remaining ten seconds were almost long enough to make him sweat.

For fear that a ruler suddenly jumped out and snatched the box in front of him.

It was not until dozens of fiery flames fell from the sky, and a huge shadow emerged from the void, sealing the entire square, ensuring the condition, and taking the box away with the highest level of security specifications, Yegor was relieved.

Leaning on the chair, shook his head tiredly.

"You have put another line in the ruling bureau, Russell."

"What do you mean by putting one?" Russell glanced at him with the teacup. "You have to say thank you to me."

"..."

Yegor didn't want to talk anymore.

No one can deny that this one belongs to the dedication and gift of the heavenly genealogy.

After all, before this, no one knew the deeper existence of the Hell Post, and even in the Utopia, it was a secret that belonged solely to the managers of the Book of Destiny...

Russell does not say, who knows?

Even if he doesn't take it out, who can do to him?

But the family property left by the ideal country can be used a little less.

If the operation is good, the existence of the Hell Outpost should be able to bring hundreds of times more benefits and advantages to the heavenly pedigree, unlike now, Russell didn't want anything, just gave it for nothing.

He knew that the lion opened his mouth and made exaggerated conditions, and the Bureau of Control would pinch his nose and nod his head.

"Thank you."

After a moment of silence, Yegor promised sincerely: "I will try my best to give the heavenly genealogy the due compensation."

"Well, the Secretary-General's thank you sounds much more comfortable than others." Russell nodded unceremoniously in praise, "As for compensation, I hope more is better, I won't be polite."

"Up to now, I can't believe it."

Yegor said: "It's not like your style."

According to Russell's original style of maximizing all benefits, never losing money, and investing a hundred times the return, it will never be so easy to play such an important card of the outpost system.

If it can be done secretly and independently and used in the election of the president, it will inevitably be his rival.

It's not like now, almost most of the credit is given to the bureau.

"This shows that people always change, doesn't it?"

Russell replied nonchalantly: "They are not my private property, they are the relics left by the predecessors. If they are treated with selfish desire, they are the real betrayal.

The power of the Celestial Genealogy today is not enough to use it, so it doesn't matter if it is handed over to the Bureau of Control.

If built with the power of the present, it should belong to the present. As long as it can be guaranteed to run, as long as it can be effective, whoever uses it is the same. "

He thought for a while and laughed: "I learned a truth from my students a few days ago-the past may be good, but the future is what is really important."

"Yeah, there is nothing better than the future."

Yegor sighed and ordered a rare glass of whiskey: "Then, respect the future."

"Yes, the future."

The two toasted their glasses and drank them all.

This meeting ended in such an unexpected way.

After the last two decided on some details, all that was left was the busy preparation work and the drawing up of further plans. Unconsciously, the workload seemed to have surged again.

Yegor sighed melanly and waved to the waiter, "Pay the bill."

"Ah, let me do it."

Russell stretched out his hand enthusiastically, took the signature pen from his hand, but pulled it out, but didn't pull it out.

He pulled it out again, only to find that Yegor's palms were like iron tongs.

Clutching that signature pen tightly.

Will not let go.

"..."

Russell looked up and looked over and found Yegor's stunned expression. His small eyes were filled with great vigilance and shock-what do you want to do? !

"Don't be impulsive, Russell." Yegor said earnestly, "We have something to say."

"..."

In the silence, Russell let go of his hand helplessly: "Forget it, you should come."

In just a few days, has René's PTSD spread from person to person?

The people in your administration bureau have some problems in their minds...

"In short, the following plot is in the decision-making room meeting, the teacher, I smiled crookedly, my body shook, exuding a domineering atmosphere, and then the group of old things paid off and worshipped.

Specifically, it was very cool, very cool, including the part where René bowed and apologized. I also had people record high-definition video. Looking back can let you study hard. "

On the phone, Russell faintly sighed: "Young people, there is still a lack of harmony in pretending to be uncomfortable, and it is not a good time. When it is critical, we still have to rely on the elderly to appear."

Huai Shi only felt that the old king had a tan, and interrupted him angrily: "Shall we have something to say? So, you give me the whole job, that is, let me join this start-up plan. , Lead a team alone to reactivate a outpost?"

"It's like this in name." Russell nodded, "and the Administration Bureau will also consider you as the chief hero and main representative for key publicity.

When Huai Shi heard something wrong, she couldn't help but frown slightly: "What about it?"

"Actually, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is of course Laozi's taking care of them to death."

Russell calmly smoked a cigar and replied: "No one really thought I would give it for nothing, right? The tools of our heavenly genealogy... Well, the talents of the pillars, when is it their turn to call for nothing?

Let them help you attract the firepower in **** in this wave. After we get out of the real world, let's play our own. "

He paused and said seriously: "There are more important tasks for you to complete."

"I knew it."

Huai Shi sighed, and before he could accuse the old **** of his black heart, he heard a voice on the phone: "Also, regarding your advancement, I already have my eyebrows, teacher."

A thousand chapters, it's outrageous! I have never written such a long book before, and the more I write, the greater the pressure.

Oh, I hope things can be done at the end of the month...

(End of this chapter)