Compared with the earth-destroying scene in [Heaven and Earth], the miracle of dividing the sea sung by people in the Bible in this record shocked these believers, and the scene where Bruce repaired the island was even more shocking, and they couldn't even speak.

After a long time, the Supreme Commander, staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, said with a flushed face, "Quick, go quickly, send more people, and when that 'demon' is gone, we will immediately go to the island, even if we dig three feet into the ground, we must also find that drop of blood, with that drop of blood, we can decipher his genes, even if we can't get the power of God, we can greatly strengthen the progress of genetic engineering." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Go ahead, stupid man, what are you doing, do you want other countries to take that drop of blood first? Seeing that the deputy was actually stunned, the supreme commander went up and kicked him to the ground, although the deputy was kicked to the ground, he did not complain, but hurriedly stood up and ran out.

Similar things have happened in most of the military bases of other countries, and warplanes from various countries have set off one after another, and the world that had been peaceful and warlike for a while has once again become turbulent.

Of course, Bruce, who was lying on the beach basking in the sun, didn't know that his blood as a seed had been remembered by many countries, but even if he knew, so what, Bruce pouted disdainfully at most, and then went about his own business, and didn't pay attention to it at all.

Not to mention that in addition to a large amount of vitality in that drop of blood, there is only a small amount of Bruce's primitive genes, and it is also used to use the power in it to sapling, even if they have the ability to get their own genes, what can they do, now he is not as afraid of being defeated by some clone as before, it is too low to think like that.

has experienced so many things in the past half a month, and has survived several near-deaths, Bruce has gradually understood one thing, that is, if you want to become a strong man, you must have a fearless heart of a strong man, blindly avoiding can only seek temporary comfort, only take the initiative to face it, is the truth, timidity should not be his style at all, strong attack, fearless is what he should do.

Thinking about himself half a month ago, he was very afraid of this trip to Egypt, and when he heard that the enemy might be Anubis, the god of death, he was timid, gave up this journey, and did not dare to come to Egypt, Bruce felt a little ridiculous, what about the god of disobedience, it was not that I did it, and even his top boss was killed by me.

And if those scientists really dare to clone Bruce, or use his genes to create super-soldiers, it is not Bruce who will be the first to be unlucky, but those mad scientists, and the fate that awaits these people is to be smashed into meatloaf by the rampaging super-soldiers, because anyone who is injected with the Bruce gene will go berserk and become crazy, and no one is exempt.

After a rampage, Bruce clearly knows how powerful the fierce aura is hidden in the genes that have evolved many times, once it is completely triggered, even his own spiritual intelligence will almost be scattered and completely disappear into the world, not to mention those clones and mortal souls, they can't bear the ferocity in Bruce's genes at all,

The only end is to become a madman who only knows how to destroy and kill, and a madman who gets stronger and stronger, although I don't know who the unlucky person is in the end, but it will definitely not be Bruce, he has this confidence and this ability.

Thinking of this, Bruce smiled slightly, looking at the approaching ship in the distance and the sunset that was about to go down, Bruce knew that it was time to go home.

"Wang!! we're here to pick you up. Allen, who had given Bruce clothes, stepped off the yacht and saluted Bruce,

"Well, let's go, let's go back, I'm really tired today, I must sleep with him for three days and three nights when I go back." Bruce got up from his chair, stretched, and strode onto the yacht, leaving the nameless island,

"King, don't you care about those mortals, you don't need us? Alan stood on the yacht, watched the fires fall on the island, and gestured in front of his neck after speaking, obviously asking Bruce if he needed to kill those who were not capable of doing it,

"Hehe, it's okay, they want to go to the island, what does it have to do with us, what are you doing to stop them, ants that can be killed with one finger, who cares, since they like to die, let them go if they interfere with the power they shouldn't have, a group of ignorant ants, use my power to do what is researched, it is not controlled by my power, just let them go." Bruce said with some disdain, as long as it doesn't matter to him, how other people are dying, what biological research they are doing, is to destroy the earth, with his current strength, he can live comfortably, let them die.

He won't be like those superheroes in American comics, who stop the villain when he has nothing to do, and then help the weak, always acting like a bad person, doing all kinds of nameless good deeds, but no one appreciates it, and he is also misunderstood, blamed, and abused.

When watching Marvel in his previous life, Bruce was particularly unhappy with this, the heroes who were supposed to save the world, but because of the death and injury of innocent people, their relatives were angry with these superheroes, and they were the bad guys, as if they owed them something.

The superheroes who originally saved you but failed to save your relatives, not only did you not appreciate them, but instead began to resent these superheroes, and groveled to those villains.

"Yes, my lord is right. Although there were some things that Alan didn't understand, he knew that what Bruce said made a lot of sense, those mortals always like to die, study things that they can't control, and finally kill themselves.

Without saying a word, the yacht will arrive in Egypt when it is almost dark, where there are already people waiting for Bruce to come.

Bruce wanted to go directly to a nearby hotel, but almost as soon as he got off the yacht, two middle-aged women stopped Bruce as if aiming at the opportunity.

"Wait a minute, King, there is an adult who wants to see you first. One of them said, standing in front of Bruce.

"Oh, there are still people in front of me who dare to call adults, interesting. Bruston paused, a playful smile on his face.

"You... You must have heard of the Council of the Sages, right?" said the two middle-aged women, who were obviously a little frightened when they heard Bruce's words, and their voices trembled.

The Council of the Magi, whose full name is the Council of the Sages of Greenwich.

Bruce has seen from the history of the Dark World that this council seems to be dedicated to collecting information on godkillers from all over the world, researching the powers of godslayers, and naming the powers of godkillers.

To put it simply, it is not so much an organization as an intelligence center and a research facility dedicated to collecting intelligence.

It's just that the information and research objects collected by this council of sages are not ordinary people, but focus on god-killers and disobedient gods.

Since the two of them mentioned the Council of the Sages, most of the people who want to see Bruce are from the Council of the Sages.

When such an idea came to Bruce's mind, the middle-aged woman also confirmed Bruce's guess.

"The former Speaker of the Parliament, Duke Gaudeding, wants to see you!" )