One Man’s Power

Bei Ni: "The padded jacket is very thin, and Bei Bei is not hot!"

Tang Hong posted an emoji with a chubby cat face and a smile with his head up, and added the four words "death stare" on it.

Then Bei Ni cried a few words. The main idea is to take advantage of the holidays to travel abroad with my mother, and a big incident happened on an island in Western Europe. The death toll has exceeded 200 people. Or holding signs, or shouting slogans, asking the government to disclose the truth, people have the right to know.

Internet public opinion is even more fried.

Some people went on strike and collectively refused to work. It was shocking to watch.

Now, the tourism industry in Western Europe is bound to suffer a huge impact and the economic loss will be huge. The most important thing is that the people's hearts are unstable. The head of state swore that similar problems would not happen again, and no one wanted to believe it.

compare...

The law and order in China is still the best in the world.

"Cough cough, cough cough."

Seeing this sentence, Tang Hong's eyes lit up as he was standing on the side of the road, blowing the breeze, and for the first time in his life, he wanted to show off.

I was not in the crowd.

The emotions of the crowd are related to me.

The population density on the north bank of the Yellow River is much higher than that of the islands in the Western European mainland. If the people are evacuated, the terrible and bad impact will be incalculable.

Although Tang Hong is not so noble and great, but the collapse of the two altars of gods, his contribution and military exploits faintly exceed the level of most advisors-Tang Hong has only officially entered the extraordinary world for half a year, and it is already quite good to surpass most advisors.

on the screen.

A voice message pops up.

Bei Ni said in a crisp voice: "It's great to have such a strong motherland, and the disaster refugees in Western Europe are particularly scary."

"Because I'm here." Tang Hong seemed to be tickled by a hundred kittens in his heart, pondered for a while, and said solemnly: "If I hadn't gone out to eat a bowl of cross-bridge rice noodles with all meat and vegetables the other day, I would have encountered a catastrophe. The world disaster... Forget it, let’s not talk about it. In fact, I solved it casually and went back to eat rice noodles. The rice noodles were still hot, and the fish balls were still floating on top. The boss asked me if I wanted to add chili oil. A little sesame oil."

Yes.

After saving the earth, continue to eat rice noodles, wasteful behavior is not advisable.

Bei Ni giggled and laughed, "How much did you drink?"

"Not much, just a bottle of Coke." Tang Hong sent an expression of Peppa Pig holding up the red wine glass: "Actually, I have always hidden my achievements and fame, but I am afraid that people will know the truth, and I can't hold everyone's enthusiasm. I still have to study and work, and I'm very busy working overtime every day...Bei Ni, don't laugh, trust me, I won't lie to you if I lie to anyone!"

Bei Ni asked suddenly: "Okay, then tell me how many fingers you have."

"Ten roots." Tang Hong was a little at a loss.

"Oh, you said numbers." Bei Ni retracted the previous sentence and asked again: "How many fingers do you have on your left hand?"

It seemed to be serious, but the painting style changed suddenly, which made Tang Hong a little puzzled.

If you want to check, you also need to check your household registration. What is this called, a magical physical examination? Besides, when girls want to know the man's physical condition, they usually don't want to ask about height and size.

So Tang Hong looked down.

'I'm looking at the left hand. ’ Tang Hong’s heart was pure, natural and unpolluted: ‘That catastrophic battle nearly lost his entire left arm, let alone his left hand. At that time, I had zero fingers, but thanks to the treatment with the 19-type equipment, I had five fingers. '

Tang Hong: "5"

Bernie: "How many eyes do you have?"

Tang Hong: "2"

Bei Ni: "How many noses?"

Tang Hong: "1"

The next moment, a small prompt popped up on the screen, and the other party withdrew a message.

Swish Swish Swish two more messages.

Bei Ni withdrew the question, Tang Hong stared blankly and wanted to laugh, and after laughing, he was secretly sad: "If you look good, you will inevitably be teased, which is troublesome."

"I have something else to talk about tonight."

Tang Hong stopped chatting, turned his head and glanced, and got into Li Guanglei's car.

...

inside the car.

Tang Hong sat in the co-pilot.

He stared at Bei Ni's white Pomeranian head, and looked at Moments for a while.

He became more and more confused.

Dr. Sang reminded him not to leave the order? Also said to be related to God War? It shouldn't be the reason for assisting the system by one person.

'When one is alone, the resistance to divine power and breath increases significantly; when one fights alone, the strength soars; this is an objective phenomenon that cannot be concealed. The extraordinary world is attributed to my talent, including the central research institute. A powerful and wonderful talent. But it has little to do with being single, it doesn't have to do with Bernie, it doesn't even have to do with Mom and Dad. '

Along the way, Chaofan, who once fought side by side, fell into Tang Hong's arms, and he was worthless... Deliberately staying away from people around him, deliberately alienating, or separating heaven and man forever, that is a strong sadness that cannot inspire a person's worth.

Tang Hong doesn't need to be sad.

Besides, it is very one-sided to understand the power of one person as being single.

"Well."

"In this way...the true meaning of not being single has two possibilities." Tang Hong frowned.

Tang Hong is well aware of the horror of Dr. Sang—the doctor’s starting point for all his actions is a battle of gods. It is not in line with the core principles of the system of transcendence to become a saint by creating tragic encounters or negative situations to stimulate extraordinary people to become stronger. The most important thing is that although Dr. Sang is crazy, he is not a lunatic, nor is he insane. It would be a great insult to Dr. Sang to speculate on the literal meaning of being single.

"He discovered that I can become stronger alone."

"Or..."

Tang Hong was shocked, and quickly lowered his head to hide the deep horror in his eyes: "Could it be, could it be that he wants me to stay away from Bei Ni?"

At this moment, Tang Hong even had the idea of ​​directly breaking into the Central Research Institute, capturing Dr. Sang alive, and interrogating the truth.

Instant restraint of willpower.

Tang Hong also fully understood Mo Xiusheng's resistance and even his hatred for the Central Research Institute.

It is true that the Extraordinary World and the Central Research Institute share life and death together to prevent the invasion of gods from different spaces, but there is inevitably a gap between the two sides: "It seems that I have to take the time to warn, either tell me the inside story, or be honest, don't be too unscrupulous, this A battle of gods has nothing to do with ordinary people."

Now Tang Hong has this qualification.

Fighting alone means that he has the power to enter the jihad, and the normal state also has the level of a peak consultant. Unless someone frantically uses strategic weapons, nothing can threaten Tang Hong's life except gods, natural immortals and natural disasters.

...

The car was quiet. Out of the corner of his eye, Li Guanglei saw Tang Hong bow his head in thought, silently smoking a cigarette, and drive all the way to the headquarters of the Yellow River Organization.

The weather in early April is slightly cool.

The windows of the car rolled down, gusts of cold wind poured in, Tang Hong was the first to break the silence: "Old Fang is going back to China."

"Go home?"

Li Guanglei was taken aback.

There is no altar of gods within the borders, and there is no need to enter the sanctuary to sit there. It seems that it is to prevent the next disaster.

Looking at the traffic light crossing in front of him, the crowds of pedestrians crossing the zebra crossing, and a few children holding red balloons, Li Guanglei sighed, picked up the mineral water on the side of the storage box, and took two gulps.

Li Guanglei asked, "What about you?"

Tang Hong rubbed his face: "I'm going abroad to assist the saint Li Xuekong."