Apocalyptic Forecast

"I haven't seen you in a long time, Michelle, are you coming to beg me for pity?"

The indifferent voice asked, full of feelings: "I still remember the unsightly ugliness in the society you learned four years ago, as if you can become a grandmaster by crying."

On the bridge, there was a sudden silence.

No one spoke, and subconsciously lowered the voice of the action as they passed by, crouching away from the area around Michelle.

Because the terrible cold like a polar is spreading from this man. Even if there is no expression on the face, it can still make you feel the anger and cruelty that was restrained in your heart.

The helmets originally held in his hands have already cracked,

Suddenly he wanted to ask the man opposite him, how did you achieve schizophrenia to such an extent that you are not dead?

Compared with the salty fish that was just deadly, after taking the medicine, although I could finally understand the human language, it became more annoying ...

Can't help but want to tuck him into the cannon and launch it to the bottom of the trench at a stretch, even throwing it outside Pluto at one breath may also be considered a contribution to the current situation.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out his voice:

"Mikhail, you really are as disgusting as ever."

"But I liked you for a time. I remember it was you who brought me to the beginning, didn't you?"

In the sound of the current, the Grand Master sneered indifferently: "You are the one who unauthorizedly releases the goodwill, and it is you who arbitrarily conduct the resentment. It's self-effort. "

Deadly.

It seems that a string is broken.

Under the vicious evaluation from the Grand Master, Michelle's restraint and calmness were finally torn apart.

For a moment, the man's complexion turned into a cyanosis.

Immediately, calm again.

Just responded indifferently: "But Galina finally chose me."

"..."

Silence came suddenly.

Long, long, and long.

It grows to make people suspect that the other party is offline.

But Michelle's expression was gradually happy, showing a smile, happy and mocking, and overjoyed.

"Do I need to repeat it again?"

He whispered: "When you still indulge in writing a paper on the wedding anniversary that she has meticulously prepared for several months, Galina chose me."

In the long silence, he seemed to be bathed in a soft melody, spread his arms, twisted his body, and smiled at the man on the other side of the communication:

"Mikhail, the last person to win is me, it's me!"

"..."

Silence continued, but at that moment, it seemed that the real winter had come.

The horrible killing intention of freezing bone marrow suddenly came here.

Along with the invisible telecommunications signal, the killing intentions extracted from countless disaster miracles came here, turned into curses that condensed into substance, and anger ravaged every soul.

But Michelle seemed to be bathed in the spring breeze, tilting her head comfortably, igniting the cigarette in the corner of her mouth.

Take a deep breath.

A long breath.

Enjoying the victory he won, he finally lifted his eyes, "I think next, we can start talking."

"There is nothing to talk about."

Grand Master finally made a sound, and the harsh sound of steel friction became more and more inhuman: "Take your war wild dog and your Ivy League and get out of my hell.

Michelle, if there is any kind of friendship between us, then there is only this. "

"Hell is hell, but not yours."

Michelle's cold rebuttal: "Besides, landmark exploration is our first to complete."

"Rely on the leaker? Come on." Grandmaster sneered: "You came to tell me this?"

"I'm just going to determine if you still have reason."

Michelle emphasized: "The battle must be kept within limits."

"Afraid? If you're scared, you can go back to your cradle." The Grand Master asked contemptuously: "Are the people who first break the boundaries afraid of the escalation of war?"

"The American pedigree will not mind, but what about the Ivory Tower?"

"Ivory Tower doesn't care. If you are bold enough, you can start a full-scale war. Come out with the New World Declaration. It doesn't matter. I can stand on behalf of the Ivory Tower. Now, as long as you nod, say this is what we mean, then we The war between them can be started, or even endlessly! "

"Do you think astronomy will be so indulgent to you?"

Michelle smashed the cigarette in her hand, and looked sullenly: "Wake up, Mikhail, it is no longer an ideal country. When your uncle and aunt are in the house, you have to learn to bow your head obediently."

"I don't need a crying waste to teach me the truth. When you become a grandmaster, come and say such things to me, your alternate!"

"Huh, Grand Master is so powerful. How courage you had when you signed the divorce agreement ..."

"When the Shifu Society announced the candidates for the Grand Master, why didn't you have the courage to accept it? Is it true that your crappy results are qualified to be evaluated? Don't you know what you think? Do you think I'm doing it? Haha, I Voted to abstain, all the remaining members are against it, loser, go back to practice for 40 years and come again! "

...

...

On the bridge of the iron crystal base, the people in charge shrunk behind, trying not to blend in with this annual alchemy large-scale tearing scene. The clerk and the captain looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

It seems that it is impossible to expect them to come up with some results.

In a dispute not far away, the communications director beckoned to the clerk and asked him to come over and tucked a microphone into the clerk's hand.

"Called from the opposite side." The communications supervisor said.

The old bureaucrat was clear, picked up the microphone, and said in a flawless authentic Roman accent: "Here is the bureau chief of the crystal, Simmons Jiang."

He responded to the same polite voice.

"Here is Pan Delong, the head of the Ivy League theatre company." The old man at the other end said, "It seems that the heads of both of us have no way to fulfill our responsibilities."

The chief raised his eyes and glanced at the grandmaster who was tearing through the air, and raised his brows helplessly: "I am afraid it is."

"I think we need to talk."

"I think so too."

"So-" Pan Delong suggested in a brief ponder: "In order to avoid greater losses, I suggest that our struggle be kept within limits, how?"

The head of the office nodded, but did not rush to promise, just asked: "Good idea, but where is the scope?"

"How to stop the escalation of the war, with all the power in the **** here today, how about? Both sides, no matter how, do not deliberately destroy the hometown of dusk, preferential treatment of prisoners of war and the abuse of prohibited relics ... It ’s a routine, I do n’t think I need to go into details. "

The Registrar was unimpressed, and asked again: "What are the admission restrictions for both sides?"

Pan Delong was silent for a moment and spoke again: "Grandmaster and Creator shall not intervene directly, and shall not use authoritative relics and miracles to engrave, while the sublimers ... are limited to the fifth order."

There are still many articles that can be done to make the chief smile: "It's better to be a little bit, how about under the fourth order? Isn't it more convenient? Don't worry about too much damage, do you?"

"Isn't this too good for your side?" Pan Delong smiled. "I'll have experienced the means of the judges. Is that all right?"

"Look what you said."

Without a knife, the clerk stabbed again and asked, "Is your biological weapon also convenient?"

Pan Delong refuted without thinking: "If the technology is restricted, the 4th nano-sequence of the Tower of Ivory is probably not quite in compliance?"

"It's up to us to take the advantage now. Isn't it a matter of course that the terms are more powerful?" The Registrar calmly asked, "Who would play an absolutely fair game?"

"If the advantage is the score control center, I am afraid that your advantage will not last long." Pan Delong's words seem to point.

The Chief Executive responded calmly: "Since you have such sufficient confidence, we are afraid it is difficult to reach a consensus."

"But time is still abundant, isn't it?"

Pan Delong's tone became more complicated: "Before the leader above quarrels, always have to come up with a frame."

The clerk raised his eyes and glanced at the grandmaster who had started to wash the underwear from the opposite student's time, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Yeah, I think we have a long time to talk slowly."

After a long night, it passed.

In various senses, there are words overnight.

.

.

Thankfully, before the arrival of the next day, the Commissioner and Pan Delong finally negotiated a rough idea.

Although it can only be approximate.

It doesn't make sense to go into more detail. If the two sides really restrained the competition, it would be enough to talk about this degree. If you really have no face, no skin, no entanglement, it is useless to talk more.

And the annual tearing drama of the alchemist circle also ended.

Michelle lost.

His throat was dumb first.

Speechless.

When the man in armor climbed the bridge and nodded to him, he hung up the communication and ignored the grandmaster at the other end.

"Have you succeeded?" Michelle asked.

"According to the map you gave, we found a total of 16 places tonight, and found another sub-control center in the second place, but no traces were found in the rest of the places."

The man covered in armor passed the report: "In a few hours, after the preliminary preparation is completed, you can excavate."

"well."

Michelle squeezed her throat and looked sullen.

Although Huang Long was wrong, he was at least successful.

When the colonel made a mistake, Pan Delong immediately repaired the sheep and changed his priority.

Taking advantage of this short night, the Ivy League mobilized all the personnel and carried out a large-scale search in **** with a curse, and after spending a huge price, after all, I found one of the 16 suspected locations again. Sub-control center.

At least let the two sides stand on the same starting line again.

Otherwise, he did not want to see Mikhail again.

Unfortunately, it is still one step behind.

Just before dawn, the sound of hundreds of fluttering wings fluttering at the darkest night.

The hurricane roared.

At the end of the sky, under the illumination of countless searchlights, a giant cube suspended between hundreds of ropes reveals its appearance.

The sub-control center buried underground has been pulled up in just one night, and then, under the guidance of the navigator, moved closer to the iron crystal base.

They are intentional.

Showing off their loot to the losers.

Michelle's eyes narrowed.

Unexpectedly, the mercenary who was always indifferent to the armor has raised his eyes. UU reads the book www.uukanshu.com and walks a few steps forward, looking at the giant cube under.

The giant truck navigating in front.

"What's wrong?" Michelle asked hoarsely.

"Nothing, just met an acquaintance."

The night captain's company captain calmly replied, his fingers clenched and loosened above the weapon in his waist, and for a long time, he withdrew his gaze: "Some old grudges are not worth mentioning."

He said, "We should go."

Michelle nodded and turned away.

In the sky, the giant ship hovering overnight turned its direction indifferently and disappeared into the distance.

The war came to an end again.

But it does not mean the beginning of peace.

What came was just a short gap before the next war. @B