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The news that the Kitty Hawk Aircraft Carrier Strike Group had suffered an exercise accident in the Atlantic Ocean quickly made headlines. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe two cruisers sank to the bottom of the sea in this tragic accident, and the Kitty Hawk was so badly damaged that it was almost impossible to return to the sea.

Although a spokesman for the M [***] side claimed that the cause of the accident was still under investigation, the media reporters did not intend to rest on their laurels. Some negative news began to circulate, and the Clarion Post fired its first shot, publishing a full-page feature entitled "Dark War or Coincidence."

The senior editor-in-chief personally slashed the knife, and the pen was extremely spicy, pointing out that the appearance of the military fleet in the sea area suspected to be the venue of the black market boxing tournament was by no means as simple as a coincidence. One of the fighters involved in the fight has been proven to be Minister of Defense for Moriah. Moriah has just emerged from the quagmire of war, and his recent nuclear weapons have been developed in defiance of warnings from many countries, which is becoming an uncertain factor in the eyes of the Western world. It would not be surprising that such a militaristic country could send surprise troops to the young Minister of Defense and use Tsarist technology to kill the ships of country M. It's ridiculous that country M has always lived as the embodiment of justice for the world police, and this time he was beaten at the door of his house and his nose was blue and his eyes were swollen, but he didn't even dare to fart, and he had to hide it, I have to say that it was a big joke.

On the night of his resignation, the captain of the Kitty Hawk mothership tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The media's sense of smell is sharper than that of a dog, and the ghostly Rocky submarines are still seared in the captain's trembling memory, intercepting nearly all of the gunfire coming to the offshore platform, revealing fangs sharper than razors in the ensuing attacks.

The "Hawkeye" class anti-submarine system was completely ineffective, and it could not catch the steel tiger sharks that came and went without a trace. However, what frightened the captain even more was the collective loss of control of the entire aircraft carrier battle group, the Vulcan dense array on the mothership that suddenly turned on its own, tearing a cruiser in the formation that deviated from the course to a thousand holes on the spot, and other ships also opened fire on the mothership at the same time.

The captain is still unsure whether the so-called hacking theory is valid. The process of the fleet getting out of control is only a few tens of seconds, but it is enough to make any hacker the ultimate idol to worship in his peers, and the captain is very suspicious that such a person really exists on Earth.

In any case, the few Rocky submarines that have disappeared without a trace have become the direct direction of the military's pursuit.

A few days later, Moriah successfully test-fired a Hurricane-class long-range missile. On the same day, the embassies of Tsarist Russia and country Z officially settled in the capital of Moria.

The M side had to turn its attention to this more serious crisis, and a NATO meeting was held immediately to officially announce economic sanctions against Moriah. The new defense minister declared in a public speech that it would never compromise with hegemonism, that the three armed forces of Moria were ready to face the battle, and that they reserved the possibility of using unconventional weapons.

This was the case when the admiral mentioned his martyred predecessor in his speech, and the anger of the population reached its highest point, with the capital square filled with brandished firearms and deafening gunfire.

The Congress of State M was shocked by such a response, and Senator McCain took advantage of the situation to release a video of the scene before Gorosem was blown up.

It was only then that Congress learned what had happened there, and for the first time the "Iceman Project" really surfaced, the Myoke Party and the Republican Party rarely continued the infighting, but were stunned by the ambitions of the plan's sponsor, the current president of Country M. "Super life" is the most frequently mentioned keyword in the entire project, and if androids prove to be controllable, more than 90% of the world's population will be placed in the purgeable category, including the vast majority of its own citizens.

Looking at the figure in the final frame of the video, who was engulfed by the fire cloud with the android, McCain was silent for a long time, and raised the microphone: "The depletion of resources, the destruction of the ozone layer, and the harsh living environment - it is true that this planet can not afford to bear more trauma, but what we should do is to find a way out, rather than slaughter our own kind." The Reading Manifesto mentions that all men are created equal, and that they have been endowed with certain inalienable rights, including the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to say that after so many years of war and war preparations, should we properly stop and give ourselves a little leeway? That young Minister of Defense Moriah was by no means a laboratory creation. He used his life to resolve a catastrophe for us and mankind. In my personal opinion, he is a real hero. ”

The process of impeaching the president was no less than a magnitude 10 earthquake, and the DuPont family, as the first funeral object, was completely frozen, and the elder Felite and several children and grandchildren were imprisoned.

The trees were scattered, and the only visitor that old Fellett was waiting for in prison was Helen.

"Grandpa, there's a direct flight from New York to Moriah. I want to go over there and come back soon. Helen whispered.

Old Ferlett sighed through the glass, shook his head, and said, "Everyone is dead, what are you going to do?" ”

"It's where he's been, after all." Helen replied.

A man with a simple bag, Helen boarded the plane a few hours later and stared silently out the porthole into the night. Grandfather is completely different from before, with less domineering and more plain things.

People will always experience such and such things in life, and time will always soothe all the pain. The only difference is that some people take a few days, others a lifetime.

The plane whizzed off the runway, but Helen's heart was still sunk in the dead gray silence, cut off from the outside world.

When the flight arrived at the yet-to-be-built Moriah International Airport, it was mid-afternoon local time.

Walking on the exotic streets, Helen was in a trance. Some of the children on the street watched in amazement as the lone woman walked alone, and even the bravest of them forgot to go up to sell handicrafts.

It's the season of blooming again, and a white petal flutters in the wind and falls on Helen's shoulder. It is a flower that has no beauty to speak of, but it grows in thorn bushes and takes root in the most barren soil. When it is in bloom, it will bloom all over the mountains.

Tenacious, unyielding, no need to applaud, as proud as he is.

Helen hadn't figured out where to go, but she felt that walking on this land could vaguely feel his breath. A dark green jeep slowly drove up on the street and stopped next to it, and the young officer, who was as strong as a leopard, jumped out of the car, glanced at Helen a few times, and suddenly raised his hand to salute.

"Miss Helen, is she? Hello, I'm the general's guard. "The officer's English is very lame.

"Which general?" Helen understood, but she didn't know why.

"Moriah has only one true general." The officer replied immediately.

Helen's lips trembled violently, and she wanted to ask again, but she was afraid to make this sudden hope come to naught. She took mechanical steps, got into the jeep, and arrived at the old estate on the outskirts of the capital after an hour's drive.

The perimeter of the manor is heavily guarded, and there is even anti-aircraft fire in the forest belt. The jeep passed through several security checks, galloped into the open iron gate, and on the vast lawn you could see many wild men with only one animal skin on their bodies, they were in groups of three or five, their eyes wandering, as if they were still in the depths of the wild jungle. To the left of the massive main building, a building under construction rises from the ground, and the scaffolding is filled with shirtless soldiers.

Luo Li was taken to the highest floor of the main building, and when the door to one of the rooms opened, she immediately saw him lying on the big bed.

His body was almost fragmented, but alive.

Helen's tears welled up at once, and she ran to the bedside, and called his name in a trembling voice, and there was no longer the slightest bit of her former calm appearance.

He opened his eyes and saw her, but his gaze was completely unfamiliar.

It was a long, tortuous dream, and although he had woken up, his consciousness was still imprisoned and coexisted with the remaining images. The erupting electric fire was still in front of him, and the resurrected beast surname never dissipated in the depths of his soul, he wandered between reality and illusion, unable to tell which side was the other side.

"Why are you insisting?" The android asked.

"Everything I care about." He said.

The Ares sequence was completely annihilated, fused with the ontology, and the mutant devourer, who had not moved for a long time, suddenly became active at the last moment. In terms of destructive power alone, they are a hundred times more terrifying than the source of erosion.

He threw a thunderous punch, and the earth-shaking shock swept everything in an instant, and darkness hung down in an endless end, until the sound of an anxious cry came from his ears, and the light returned.

He saw her and her, and at the same time he saw a hideous fiery snake that could not be intercepted, flying rapidly from high in the sky.

In the final moments of the outburst, he rose to his feet and faced the flame of death. It was the cry of life from which there was no way back, the roar of death and survival, the blue lightning that burst out of the ruptured body finally enveloped the whole body, and at that moment he saw the course of life so far flowing before his eyes, laughter, tears, love and hatred, and finally turned into nothingness.

Today was the first time he had awakened from a coma since he was sent back to Moriah. Cheers soon rang out from all over the manor, and the three old men, who had been by his side for a few days, began to quarrel endlessly, all saying that they were the greatest heroes. Helen listened to what they mentioned, and she didn't quite understand it, and she didn't think much about it.

Her heart was filled with overflowing joy, and the only thing she feared was that he would leave her again.

As time passed, Helen's worries faded.

The ability to regenerate was a miracle in limb recovery, and although it took him a full 48 hours to remember who she was, it was enough for her.

After his injuries healed, his memory began to improve significantly. Helen stayed by his side every step of the way, watching him recognize the Iron Bull, the Bronze Corpse, Zhuo Yitian, the three old men, as well as the super felons and many men in uniform, and thanked God for his protection countless times in her heart.

Of the two girls who came from China, Helen had only seen one of them and knew that her name was Bai Xiaoran. The other is said to be a genuine girlfriend, and her belly has risen slightly, pregnant with the blood of his inheritance.

Helen cried when no one saw her, and Zhuo Yitian pulled her to whisper for a long time until she was completely relieved. In any case, the most difficult moment has passed, and the future may only be a matter of fate.

This morning, as usual, he walked out of his room and went out onto the lawn to enjoy the mildest sunshine of the day. The old witch doctor came from afar, and found that his eyes were still a little cloudy, and he couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't pay attention to the other party, his eyes swept over the abrupt new building several times, and he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something important, but he couldn't remember it after thinking about it.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally walked towards the new building, went up to the second floor step by step, turned the corner, and entered one of the rooms.

The room was lined with neat desks, with books written on the blackboard and half of chalk resting on the edge. He froze, subconsciously walked to the back seat and sat down, and then yawned.

He was sleepy, and he was a little reluctant to dig into his memories again, so he lay on the table. It was a familiar and skillful gesture, and he squinted at the sunlight outside the window, his arms crossed on his pillow, and his whole body shuddered suddenly.

One less person.

He maintained a stiff posture, his hands and feet were instantly cold, and countless images emerged, setting off monstrous waves in the sea of consciousness.

"Once upon a time, the Happy Prince was a statue......" he seemed to return to the iron cage covered in blood and stumps, and was held in her arms, listening to her talk about her childhood.

Why isn't she by my side? Why didn't anyone tell me where she went?

He wasn't sure if he had blocked everything for her at the moment when half of the platform was blown up. As he struggled to remember, his breathing began to become rapid, and cold sweat rolled down, and he froze there, unable to move.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of small footsteps came from the doorway, gradually approaching, and finally stopped. He looked up blankly and saw a girl with long hair standing in front of him, bowing ninety degrees to himself.

"Can I sit here?" The girl's melon seeds have a watery tenderness on her face, obviously the complexion of an Asian person, but her eyes are as blue as the sea, "My name is Luo Li." ”

He stared at her, the cloudiness in his eyes fading, replaced by firmness and fortitude, and a glow as warm as the sun.

"My name is Chen Mo."

The two hands quietly pulled together, and she looked up at his face, and a few tall thorny petals flew in the wind in front of the window.

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