Day 2, 8:54 a.m., Kyrgyzstan, Dubishkek, premium apartment complex.

The Kyrgyz people's belief in Islam is deeply rooted in the marrow, and even in Bishkek, its buildings are not lacking in religious atmosphere.

In the innermost fortress, most of the people dressed in white robes and hats sat respectfully, and they still maintained the pre-apocalyptic etiquette, and did not abolish traditional customs because of the chaos of the world.

As a rookie who has just settled in the center of "Bishkek", according to human psychology and thinking, he must "know each other" and have "self-knowledge", so the practice of deliberately arranging himself outside the circle is the most subtle and restrained humility.

There is no one in sight because of the identity of the high-level supernatural; There is no superiority because there are ordinary people around you; did not seek more with kindness to the army; Nor did he take power ambitiously after defeating all the Abilities.

It is clear that they Kyrgyzstan welcomed a modest, unambitious, generous strong man .

He is gentle-hearted, benevolent and courteous, respectful to dignitaries, loving civilians, and valuing the army, and is still an easy to grasp in his hands, and this moment makes the superiors look at "Zel" more and more kindly.

This is a private meeting, a tea party convened by some of his cronies in Kyrgyzstan, not so much to deploy the plan for future exhibitions, but to let his subordinates get acquainted with the strong man "Zel", to measure whether this person can be absorbed into the team, should he be reassured, handed over power?

"Mr. Si." The old man sitting at the top had a sharp gaze, like a sharp beam of light, and he saw "Zell" all over his body. Thank you very much for helping our army, I was surprised when I heard the rumors before, but as soon as I saw Mr. Si himself, I suddenly felt that the so-called strong man should be Mr. Si's appearance."

"Zell" smiled gently, humbly and politely, with a hint of humble respect. gave enough face to this group of ordinary people: "You have won the prize. I just did what I had to do. I also hope that you will not mention this little matter again, I am afraid that my subordinates will be stressed."

He doesn't care at all about saving people or not. didn't even mention a single benefit, and just revealed the matter. Everyone present looked at each other a few times, and they all saw satisfaction in each other's eyes, and the two soldiers behind "Zel" were even more excited and red-eyed. With a resolute face that will never give up.

"Hahaha, Mr. Si is such a humble man." The old man smiled heartily. The hand under the white robe gestured to the rear, and in an instant, the armed forces hidden in the shadows retreated cleanly, and there was not even a single figure." Mr. Si, I wonder how long you will stay in Kyrgyzstan? A strong man like you should come and go freely in the world, right?"

Smell the words." Zell's face was slightly stunned, revealing an expression that he didn't know whether to be confused or sentimental. He seemed to be recalling something, and seemed to be feeling something, and it was only after a long time that he "suddenly came back to his senses", and his face was still a little at a loss: "I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now."

Pulling the corners of his mouth far-fetched, "Zell" took a deep breath and said, "What about coming and going freely?" We Chinese people are relatively settled, and there is no place to settle ourselves, I ...... I really can't feel at ease."

"That'...... Why don't you go back to your hometown?" A young man asked eagerly, but before the words could be spoken, he realized that he had asked a stupid question.

A strong person like Zell doesn't want to return to his hometown, but I'm afraid it's not that he doesn't want to go back, but he can't. And the twists and turns of nine turns and eighteen turns are not understood by outsiders.

"Hometown......" he lowered his head and sighed slowly, "my hometown was destroyed by a tsunami, and all my relatives died there...... I've been, I'm sorry, I don't have the courage to go back to that place again."

After that, he was silent, his white hood hung down slightly to cover his eyebrows, and the atmosphere around him was very low as he sat in the innermost corner, in the shadows.

The room was really quiet for a long time, and after a long time, the old man in the upper position sighed and said, "Hey...... Mr. Si, I'm sorry to mention your sadness, but I have great sympathy for your plight. If you have nowhere to go, you can stay in Bishkek temporarily. Of course, you can make it your second home."

When "Zell" heard this, he raised his head in emotion, and his hands on the table tightened, then loosened and clenched again, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

In the eyes of others, this Chinese has not forgotten his roots after all, and he still thinks about his homeland in the face of interests, which is considered a bit of friendship, if Zeer quickly agrees, it will arouse the suspicion of this group of old foxes.

Therefore, if you want to play the innocent identity of "Zell", the zombie king has put a lot of effort into it. This group of people cannot be allowed too simply, otherwise, they will not cherish it; However, he can't always hang their appetite, otherwise, he is too arrogant.

Therefore, the stupid creature of human beings is "trouble", a bunch of self-righteous little cleverness, but there are not many means to be truly practical and powerful. No wonder he was trapped in a corner after the end of the world, and he couldn't think of any other words except "deserved".

After a moment of silence, "Zel" spoke, with a hint of uncertainty, and said, "Actually, I thought about going to Kyoto......"

Everyone held their breath and pricked up their ears to listen to his next words.

"However, along the way, I was disappointed with what I saw." He sank his eyebrows, and his brows did not move and made up a miserable story, "The base uses power for personal gain, the people are not happy, they captivate women, slaughter children, and a group of supernatural people hold real power arrogantly, and they will be unfavorable to them. [,！ Su was expelled."

"Human life is like a mustard, and they ignore it. Therefore, I am angry." He sighed, but his tone was full of irrefutable firmness, "Even if they are numerous, I cannot tolerate such behavior, they do not listen to persuasion, and even want to send private troops to kill me...... In desperation, I killed them."

"Shhh Everyone gasped.

"Zel" hung his head, as if in deep repentance: "They are hateful, but ...... I killed my compatriots! I, killed them, killed people, I didn't have the courage to go back to that place. Because I swear that the day I go back, I will change the rules there."

Everyone sighed for a long time, and the image of "Zeer" who was generous and benevolent, had clear grievances, and valued love and righteousness. They did not doubt what he said, to be exact, the Kyrgyz top brass was well aware of the tsunami on the coastal border.

In this case, they felt that there was no need to verify what Zell said, after all, such a gentle person, such a powerful person, there was really no need to lie to them.

"I'm sorry...... I can't give you an answer right now for the Tiyì who stayed in Bishkek." He said to the old man on the high level, "Please give me three days to think about it, is it okay?" Because of my character...... If you decide something, you will take it to heart, so ......"

"Mr. Si, don't mind. It is a painful choice for a person to give up the past and usher in a new life." The old man said kindly, "If you are in a bad mood, Mr. Si can consider going back to the apartment to rest, and after three days, no matter what Mr. Si's choice is, I will support you."

Who doesn't know how to say beautiful words, in terms of the art of speaking, "Zell" still needs to be honed, and it is precisely because of his own shortcomings that he chose to take this "harmless" and "gentle" image road. In this way, even if he is asked about some flaws, the human brain will automatically make up for him.

He respectfully retired, leaving the place closest to the right without any nostalgia.

His style is natural and chic, but he doesn't even look back, it seems that the temptation of power is not as good as the feelings in his heart, and he exudes a high-level demeanor that is indisputable with the world.

The room was calm and it wasn't until a few minutes later that the group breathed a sigh of relief and began to discuss their topic in earnest after the subordinates had reported the news that "Zel" had made it all the way back to his apartment.

"What do you think of this foreigner?" The old man asked sternly, "We, Kyrgyzstan, should we trust him?"

After a while, a middle-aged man lifted him and said, "The observation time is too short for us to make a conclusion, but so far, he is much more harmless than our Kyrgyz anomalous people."

"I think I should trust him." "We all know that the Kyrgyz Anomalous are out of our grasp, their numbers are growing, their power is increasing, and they will one day kill us. But this man has never looked down on ordinary people."

"Well, he seems to be very affectionate." Another added, "The person who is affectionate is better able to control the powerhouse, and we need him to control the powerhouse, and only he can control the powerhouse. After all, we don't have a better choice."

"In case he turns against the water ...... after he comes to power"

"Hmph, a Gentile is just a foreigner, and the anti-water is against the whole Kyrgyz. If his inner self is what he seems, we need not worry at all." Among the white-robed men of Yishui, a man in military uniform was very abrupt, "Give him the most beautiful woman and let her give birth to his child. His wife and children are in our hands, and according to his character, he will never do anything against us."

"What's more......" the man frowned and gritted his teeth, "last night Uzbekistan hacked into our system and stole most of the state secrets, but today it poured dirty water on our heads, saying that Kyrgyzstan stole their resources. This is a prelude to a declaration of war, and we need the help of this man."

"So, for the time being, hand over some of the power to him, and I approve of this mentions."

The discussion in the room was in full swing, but no one showed up, and a bug the size of a fingernail was glued under the seat cushion of "Zell", and their word-by-word discussion was transmitted into it. (To be continued)

ps: I'll go ...... What is the Author Star Project? Damn, I'm dumbfounded!