DC Tyrant

A mysterious channel continuously accesses dignitaries from all over the world, nobles, prime ministers, presidents, chairmen, kings, high-ranking people who are still alive, and there is only one chance left.

"The President of the United States connects..."

"The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom connects..."

"Australian general connects..."

"Russian President connects..."

"Eastern chairman connection..."

"King Candado Connect..."

"The President of France connects..."

"Canada……"

"Saudi..."

"..."

White House, Oval Office.

The sun pierced the hand-woven red carpet on the ground from the outside, and the sun shone on the haggard face of the United States, and his eyes were a little absent-minded.

The President of the United States crossed his hands, propped his chin silently, and watched on the computer screen, all the forces that could be won were already online, and they had already cooperated with them, preparing for the last fight.

As the connection signals flicker on the screen one by one, the power of the whole world has been gathered here to fight against Pamelodi.

"let's start!"

The President of the United States stared at the number of connected channels and said.

………………

The Emperor's Building, the sun is still shining on this glorious building, shining the most outstanding light.

Luther's office.

The sun shines on the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining a warm light.

Suddenly, a shadow fell from the sky, outside the office, appeared together with the cable car.

Luther's face was calm, and he was looking at the documents when the sudden shadow enveloped him, and the warm sunlight was blocked.

The shadow was long and stretched very long, covering Luther's bald head, making Luther's vision dim.

He took his eyes off the document, looked up, and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The staff cleaning the glass exterior walls, wearing blue cleaning clothes and buckling seat belts, stood on the safety cable car that went up and down freely.

His eyes are blue, his face is rough, his skin is delicate and shiny, he is tall, with a trimmed beard, and his gestures are cultivated. It is enough to see from the surface that he is obviously a person who pays more attention to his personal image.

The glass was one-way, so the staff member didn't know that Luther was watching him.

Luther had a calm expression, leaning on the office chair, looking at the cleaning staff, who was cleaning the glass exterior wall in a rough manner, with distracted eyes and absent-mindedness.

Luther looked at it for a while, folded his hands together, threw the document he was looking at on the desk, pulled out the drawer, took out a Cuban cigar from the cigar box, and put it in his suit pocket.

He stood up, pushed the office chair behind him away with the back of his knees, patted the white suit on his body with both hands, straightened the white suit, and walked out of the office calmly.

He has memories of every cleaner in the Emperor's Building. In his memory, there is no man in front of him, and no one who cleans in such a rough way. Obviously, this man doesn't know how to clean.

The trimmed beard and hair roots, the elastic and shiny skin, nothing shows that this person is pampered and has never performed cleaning behaviors.

This looks very interesting.

Luther's face remained unchanged, he took the elevator, went straight down to the first floor, and walked towards the remote back door on the side of the Emperor's Building, a safe passage, a door that few people would pass by.

During this process, he met a beautiful female courier and a well-known employee from the personnel department. He was originally right-handed, but now he greets him with milk tea with his left-handed hand. Luthor just nodded, not saying hello. speak and leave,

He opened the door of the safe passage, and the sun was pouring on him again, without the buffer of the glass curtain wall, the sun was a little hot, and when it shone on his bald head, it no longer felt warm, but scorching hot and spicy.

Luther walked to a shaded corner of the building, near the trash can, pulled out a cigar from his white suit, took out a pair of small scissors, cut off one end of the cigar, and threw it into the trash can.

He lit the cigar, smoked it silently, glanced sideways at the Emperor's Building, and continued to smoke the cigar silently.

………

Hanging garden.

The Sky Garden of the Emperor Building.

This place is beautiful, green and fresh. It is the most famous enjoyment and gourmet sanctuary on the first floor of the Emperor Building.

Located at an altitude of hundreds of meters, with green and fresh plants, the air is clear, you can see the beautiful scenery of the metropolis, and you can enjoy all kinds of star food in the world here.

Little Hera was wearing a white princess dress, with two porcelain-white calves walking, her face helplessly pulled a little girl in a black princess dress behind her. The little girl's eyes were shining, and she watched the famous sky garden passing by her. Desserts and delicacies, I can't help but raise the miniature Canon SLR camera NK45 on my chest to take pictures of these delicacies.

"Hey...Hera...you wait..."

The little girl in the black princess dress had an exasperated look on her face. She almost fell down just now, but was pulled up by little Hera.

Little Hera ignored her, and pulled her straight to a seat in a good position, where she could see the metropolis and the distant sky connecting to the horizon.

Seeing the scenery, the girl in the black princess dress didn't have any complaints, picked up the camera again, and started taking pictures.

Little Hera ordered more than a dozen star-rated gourmet desserts.

He directly picked up his own tablet, and there were many portraits of people from various countries and races listed on the tablet.

Seeing that there was no information yet, little Hera turned the tablet upside down and put it aside.

"I really envy you, Hera, your father is Pamelodi."

The little girl in the black princess dress said with a look of admiration.

The parent of little Hera who goes to school is Badi.

"It's okay! In addition to loving his family, the old bus is rich, domineering, handsome, kind, sincere, cute, knowledgeable, well-informed, talented, well-educated, well-educated, both civil and military, and powerful. Speech is extraordinary, outstanding, superb, full of vigor, tenacious, far-sighted, insightful, wise and decisive, unparalleled... other than that, there is nothing special."

Little Hera nonchalantly counted one hundred and seventy-two idioms in a row, and directly stunned the little girl in front of her into an O-shaped mouth.

The little girl with an O-shaped mouth didn't realize until the dessert was served that it was Little Hera who made fun of her.

"Your father is not bad either. He is a general. I saw him on TV yesterday."

Little Hera nodded appreciatively.

In her heart, it is indeed good, and those who are obedient are indeed good.

"No, that old man has always had a stinky face, controlling me and not allowing me to be a reporter."

The little girl in the black princess dress had a troubled look on her face, and put the dessert into her mouth, venting her anger.

"When will you let me interview your father?"

The little girl in the black princess dress said in a crisp voice with resentment and white ice cream on the corner of her mouth.

"Not now, he took his fourth wife to play today."

Little Hera said nonchalantly.

"What! The life of the upper class is really luxurious and lustful!"

The little girl was shocked, and quickly took out her little notebook and started to record.

"Tell me more, what else?"

'beep...'

A warning sound came from the tablet.

Little Hera picked up the tablet with a normal face, and said crisply again under the expectant eyes of the little girl: "Not only that, but there are also lovers who came from afar to settle accounts with him, and he even saved the lover who died..."

Little Hera swiped her finger on the tablet, and her head turned gray.

in peace.

Three hundred and ninety-two people died, within the nine clans.

In the White House, the computer screen in front of the President of the United States, the Prime Minister of Sweden disconnected!