Early morning on the seventh day.

The hustle and bustle of this small city in Central Asia has faded, and the streets and alleys are full of banners, pictorials, and so on abandoned by yesterday's parade.

The march eventually escalated into violence, with the glass doors of the shops on both sides shattered, and the traces of smoke and embers were thick with smoke.

A large number of heavily armed military police still lingered in various parts of the city, warning lights swirling, and sirens were weakened but still stubborn.

Occasionally, there is a noise of electrical interference, and the sound of reports and commands from wireless communicators can be heard from time to time.

Suddenly, the roar of the helicopter came, and the insignia of the 'ISME' sword and shield on the belly of the plane was very clear, and the military police on the ground turned a blind eye to the helicopter hovering overhead, and occasionally cursed one or two times, all of which were directed at the people on the helicopter.

Inside the helicopter, Wang Zhijing, a liaison officer from Huaxia, took off his headphones, first operated on the screen in front of him for a while, and then said to a man in white military uniform: "SIR, the riot has basically subsided, what should I do next?"

The white man was in his forties, with a calm and resolute face, and when he heard this, he glanced at the terminal in his hand, and after a while, he said, "Land!"

"Landing?"

"Where!" the white man pointed to a building with a rudimentary helipad on its rooftop.

"SIR, THIS IS NOT OUR TERRITORY, I'M AFRAID SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN!"

Another black liaison officer hurriedly admonished.

"The mission has been renewed, and the center has set up an observation post in the city...... Execute the order!"

Wang Zhijing and the black liaison officer looked at each other: "YES, SIR!"

The helicopter flew in an arc, reversed direction, and flew towards the building not far away.

After landing on the helipad on the rooftop, four or five servicemen with special equipment first jumped off, and on the rooftop, first set up a tent, and then carried various equipment from the helicopter.

The owner of the building did not receive any notice, and after a while, three or four men in Arabic robes came up, and one of Wang Zhiming's teammates, a man from the area, greeted him.

There was a fierce negotiation between the two sides.

The other party was very emotional, but Wang Zhiming knew the reason.

Yesterday's riots have become an axis of conspiracy theories, and people who don't know the truth, instigated by ulterior motives, hate the 'sword and shield' (ISME's newest logo) insignia, and if the locals know about this small observation post, it will inevitably cause trouble for the building's strata units.

In the end, it was under the coordination of the local government that the rooftop was "rented", but the door to the downstairs was locked, not to mention any supplies.

Fortunately, there was only one day, and the helicopter would have carried enough supplies to deal with it.

"Today is the seventh day, our 'God' is going to put on a wonderful show, but we don't know where the stage is, and we will be sent by the center!" The white commander said mockingly during the mission briefing: "There are many more groups like ours, gentlemen, are you ready? Maybe you will win the jackpot, maybe not, maybe today is a global April Fool's Day, who knows." ”

Wang Zhiming subconsciously looked up at the sky, the sun was shining, how could there be any signs of rain!?

"Wang, don't look at it, the weather satellites of various countries are already working at full strength, and under normal circumstances, there will be no rain above our heads. ”

Wang Zhiming smiled and lowered his head to sort out his equipment.

"It's eight o'clock in the morning, so in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, we must act strictly and privately, and we must not expose our observation posts......"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zhiming felt his vision darken.

He was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly looked up at the sky.

The sun and blue sky of the previous moment have changed their faces, and the gloomy sky is large and cloudy.

Everyone was stunned and then looked at each other!

"Head, you have a crow's mouth!"

A small, freckled man looked up, closed his mouth, and muttered.

"God, it's crazy, it's crazy...... Damn, what are you still doing in a daze, go back to your posts, now, now, now!!"

Seven or eight people hurriedly stood up, in a panic, several people collided together, this collision does not matter, a critical surveying and mapping and analysis equipment fell from a box, or Wang Zhiming's eyes are fast, fit and fall to the ground, with a meat pad to ensure that the key equipment is not lost!

The white commander was furious, pulling and kicking, so that a few panicked people could return to normal, and grabbed Wang Zhiming again, a face so red with excitement that it almost touched his ear, and shouted: "Now I appoint you as the technical chief!"

"SIR, THIS IS LIEUTENANT RAY JAMMING'S JOB!"

"Look at him, he's lost his cool and his sanity...... It's an order!"

“YES，SIR！”

Wang Zhiming ran into the tent with the key equipment he rescued, and in the tent, three technicians hurriedly operated various instruments, dripping ...... , blue, green, and red indicators start to flash wildly.

Wang Zhiming was sweating profusely, and there was a hysterical rush inside and outside the tent.

In the midst of the hectic chaos, the whole city was alarmed.

The streets and alleys, men and women, military police, citizens, and the city that had just ended the riots poured out dense crowds of people.

Everyone looked up at the sky, and everyone was speechless.

Originally, it was a very common weather change, but this is of great significance.

Day 7!

The Seventh Day in the Truth.

He!

It is the beginning of destruction, the beginning of a new life, a generous gift, and a heavy disaster, an extraordinary starting point and an ordinary perdition!

[On the seventh day, it is a 'miracle', and the seeds will fall with the heavy rain as a 'new energy'!]

Oh, Jesus, God, Buddha, Jade Emperor......

What to do, what should we do?

Is it acceptance or rejection, resistance or conformity?

There is no answer, and the heavens and the earth are suffocated.

However, time passes quietly and does not shift with anyone's subjective will.

"Contact the center, the colonel ordered us to keep the observation post, record all changes, and protect the data ......"

In the commander's roar, the clouds ended, and the heavy and oppressive hovered overhead, without a trace of wind, no lightning, no thunder.

Wang Zhiming felt that Mount Tai was overwhelmed, his heart seemed to be pinched by something, his consciousness was confused, and he didn't even pay attention to what was going on in his mouth.

I don't know how long this atmosphere and silence lasted!

Suddenly!

Oh!

A subconscious exclamation of countless people converged into a thunderbolt that exploded in the city, and in the sky, a huge seat phantom appeared, and on the phantom, a figure sitting upright with one hand stroking his chin.

This moment is extremely short, and this moment is extremely long.

The figure waved down!

Whoa!

The pouring rain is falling!

The glittering points of light are like ice crystals mixed with heavy rain!

Poof, a strange sound!

An amber diamond-shaped stone rolled into the tent until Wang Zhiming's feet.

Wang Zhiming picked it up in despair.

Day 7!