Apocalyptic Forecast

It didn't take long before he saw Michelle on the broad bridge of the airship.

The colonel's legion clone pushed him out of the elevator without any tenderness, and one of them gestured towards the other before turning and leaving.

The remaining one pulled out his pistol and stared at Huai Shi at a distance of several meters.

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

The rest, of course, someone came up to unlock his shackles.

Although the sacred mark and soul power are still unusable, at least a little more comfortable.

Huaishi rubbed his wrists, he let out a breath, and could n’t help complaining: “Thank you for the gentle movements, everyone is school friendly ... Anyway, I ’ve got the Ivy League graduation certificate For yourself, give me more treatment? "

When he spoke, he never thought that people 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 graduation certificate seems to be signed by me personally ... I remembered it."

Behind the desk, Michelle, who signed the document, did not raise his head and said: "After reading your resume, I immediately agreed with President Russell's request."

"Huh?" Huai Shi raised an eyebrow: "Don't you think it's a pity?"

Patting the chest shamelessly, Huai Shi said with emotion: "There is one saying, it's really painful to miss someone like me."

Michelle was amused.

It seems that I heard a seven or eight year old kid telling a funny joke.

He closed his pen and finally raised his head, looking at the Huai poem not far away, and his expression gradually became cold: "Don't you have a little consciousness about your essence?"

"Seriously, I think I'm quite accurate in positioning myself." Huai Shi shrugged. "Look, how quickly I adapt to the role of the prisoner of the ranks. The heroes don't eat the immediate losses. I'm scared without you being sentenced.

"You are a trouble."

Without giving the slightest face, Michelle said bluntly: "Mr. Huai Shi, whether you admit it or not, you will cause more trouble than you play ... no matter where you are.

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

I seem to have missed a dirty deal?

Huai Shi froze for a moment, then shrugged:

"Lan Yan's life is understandable."

"Is it?"

Michelle sneered: "I can even conclude that Mikhail never thought of any plan to rescue you: compared to the price we have to pay for the sub-control center, the damage you can cause when you stay is more Seriously, what do you think? "

"I can't think of this as inaudible. That Mr. Mi Wei, you are slandering my character."

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

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

"Ok?"

Huai Shi froze, subconsciously wanting to refute.

Then began to think.

The old man seemed, seemed, indeed ... to be right.

Several times he understood the legal system of various borders, there was no such crime.

"Don't think about it, I am the main member of the Border Law Commission and the chief legal advisor of Exxon Energy. I said no, and I definitely wouldn't."

Michelle glanced at him, and casually threw an entire certificate on the table:

"Also, I am the Director of Risk Control of the Americas Countermeasure Office of the Jurisdiction Bureau. You better not pull the banner of the Astronomical Society in front of me, Mr. Huai Shi, the 'Fourth Class Military Officer'."

Hey, so horrible!

Huaishi took a breath.

This child ... is not right, this old is not allowed to stay!

He rubbed his eyes repeatedly and confirmed again and again that he couldn't find any loopholes or doubts in that document. Undoubtedly, it was a real document.

That is to say ... this one is really a big brother?

No, why both of you like part-time jobs?

Do you want to let Mengxin come out?

In the end, the traditional arts and cooking names brewed in the mouth can only be swallowed with regret.

Pretend to fail miserably.

There is no way, even if the opposite is not a gangster, the status of his own inspector is useless, and it is still in the stage of suspension of pay and retention.

Relying on this identity, he can act as a prestige and blessing in the present situation, and it is also a good use at the border, but in **** ... this is a fart.

Some hob meat that is ganged up in **** is not even a bird of the four major legions.

Just look at the nightmare eyes.

In contemplation, the corner of his eye jumped and he couldn't help turning his head to look into the corner.

The position of the porthole, the shadow on his back.

The hair is gray and seems old.

The man was wearing a Teutonic Epee, covered in heavy armor, still holding a gritty lion helmet in his hand, ignoring the existence of Huai Shi, but silently staring out the window.

But what is interesting is that ... his face cannot be seen even in the reflection of the glass.

It seems that there is no phantom here.

But the moment he saw him, the premonition of death in the instinct of Huai Shi was madly warning.

If you die, you might die.

Such a detailed hunch emerged from my heart.

But soon, his eyes were attracted by another thing.

In the control area at the rear of the bridge, a beam of light is shining, and countless sophisticated machinery floating in the air is slowly rotating.

Can vaguely see their original appearance.

When countless parts are put together in one place, the wind lamp once seen by Huai Shi has been formed, but now, when the wind lamp is broken, what it unfolds from it is so large and precise that even the entire bridge is difficult Installed alchemy matrix.

He rubbed his eyes hard to curb curiosity.

"What the **** is that?"

"If it is explained in the language once used in the hometown of twilight, then it should be called" the proof of the founder. "

Michelle said: "Like the sacred mark of the sublimator, that is the power and tool of the founder, and the culprit that reduced this **** to this level."

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

As if it represented some authority and truth, it felt awe-inspiring.

"According to the lifeline above, the name of the sub-controlling core should be called" Variants ", right?"

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

"Please sit down, Mr. Huai Shi."

He was the first to sit opposite Huai Shi: "The time for gossip is over and our work is about to begin."

Here comes the torture and torture to ask the secret story is coming!

Long-lost tough guy time!

Huai Shi's eyes lit up.

It ’s time to show your majesty and perseverance,

And just after Huai Shi raised his chest, showing a stubborn and unyielding look, to firmly guard the secret of the Tower of Ivory, Michelle put on a pair of glasses without hesitation, pulled out the pen, and turned away Documentation.

"So, when did you enter the No. 4 sub-control ... that is in that 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 anything wrong with it?"

"Ok?"

Huaixi began to feel wrong.

He asked why?

"Also, some details in your battle with the ever-changing people-although after the video supplement and Liz's description, there are still many unknown places, let's talk about this in detail first."

I don't care about the secret of the Iron Crystal and the Ivory Tower.

Michelle began to ask for some details of his battle.

No matter what the details are, even the initial state of the ever-changing people, the time of the second stage and the speculation and conjecture of Huai Shi have been recorded without error.

From the beginning to the end, the word "Grandmaster" did not burst out of my mouth.

Not even the iron crystal base.

After two or three hours, he was constantly asking about the details encountered by Huai Shi during his exploration, and remembered a dozen or so pieces of paper.

Huai Shi did not want to say anything, and he would never ask again.

It was purely asking what happened in the sub-control center.

In this process, although I didn't want to say too much, some non-essential things Huai Shi could not hide.

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

Perhaps this is also valuable information, but in the view of Huai Shi, it is not worthy of suffering for these.

Besides, even if it was not Huai Shi, there were also mercenaries who saw Liz or other nightmare eyes.

There is no sense of confidentiality.

It was not until the end that Michelle suddenly asked a secret question: "We found that your speed in the exploration process is not normal, is it because of your keen intuition? Guidance on certain visions? If it is an illusion, is it convenient to talk about what you saw? "

Visions and auditory hallucinations, such things will often appear in the exploration of hell.

As the Grand Master once said, it is not a rare thing. It's just that the things that gave Huaixi the way were a bit hell.

After concealing the existence of the crowned skeleton, Huai Shi thought about it, and after all, said Condra's existence.

There is a former colleague who can guide himself in hell, and how much can increase the value of Huai Shi.

Although there are some two to five behaviors, it is not worth mentioning compared with those precious things that really need to be kept tight-the armor of the iron crystal seat, internal conditions, staffing, experimental projects and research results-.

After listening, Michelle was stunned for a moment, and the pen nibble.

Raised his eyes and looked at Huai Shi.

"Condra ...?" He asked. "Russian in his thirties? Black hair?"

"..."

Huaixi nodded ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Michelle was silent for a long time, took off her eyes, and sighed softly.

"Do you know?" Huaixi asked.

"One side." Michelle recalled carefully: "He was a student of He. I met once when I attended the seminar three years ago. He also told me at that time that his students were blue and their future achievements. Will surely beat him ... too bad. "

There is no slightest gloating.

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

"... Seriously, you are not the same as I thought." He shook his head and sighed. "I thought you would be happy."

Michelle frowned.

He looked up at him, as if offended.

"Mr. Huai Shi, we are scholars." He said coldly, "Not a cannibal." @B