Directly north of Yanjing, the alarm bell was loud, and flying cars roared from all directions, forcing one speeding car to fall.

The speeding car slowly stopped, and a heavily armed policeman raised his pistol and looked at the speeding car parked in the middle with nervous faces.

The son of the Yan family raised his hands high, walked off the speeding car with a confused face, and was pressed to the ground by a group of policemen and buckled his hand.

In Liu's house, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses received an order and hurriedly got into a flying car and flew home from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Inside the flying car, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses leaned his back on the back seat of the flying car, pressing his hands on his wrinkled eyebrows, obviously having a headache.

The situation in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is getting more and more serious, at first, it seems that a player in the country took the lead to reach level 20, although the countries were a little restless under Smith's instigation, but they were still suppressed by themselves.

But later, hundreds of players in a novice village in China took the lead in reaching level 20, and the representatives of various countries quit, but everyone also understood that in this game, hundreds of thousands of so-called masters, in the confrontation between countries, they could not make waves.

It wasn't until later that another player in the country took the lead in reaching level 50 and successfully opened the main city, which is okay, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has become a quarrel department, this one wants to sanction, and that one wants to protest......

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses became more and more distressed.

As for the middle-aged man who was recalled by the old man at home today and temporarily escaped from the artillery fire of various countries, he is obviously still relatively happy, in the thirty-first century, what big deal can happen in Yanjing City? No matter how big it is, can it be bigger than what you do in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?

Thinking so, the middle-aged man jumped out of the flying car and walked home. Therefore, it is not surprising that the middle-aged man's gaffe at this time is not surprising.

"What? Xiao Liu'er is missing? Still haven't found it yet? The Yan family? They dare to make a move on our Liu family? Is their family all crazy? ”

Unexpectedly, the old man was extraordinarily calm, so calm that people felt that the shocking news in front of him had become what the old man expected.

The middle-aged man screwed his brows together again, his son himself couldn't understand it anymore, he was drunk on the surface, but he was also an extremely smart and deep character in secret, and he was a hero, maybe he was a hero, he would never act like this, not only put himself in danger, but he didn't even say hello to himself, in the end, it seemed that the whole family was up and down, only he was kept in the dark.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but sneak a glance at the old man, who was standing in front of the window with his hands on his back, his face calm.

The Zhao family, an old man who was also full of medals, several middle-aged people with majestic faces, and several young people who were a generation younger, were staring at a huge screen with a clip of Fang Xiaoming fighting with a hundred thugs.

At the signal of the old man, the clip was slowed down several times, dozens of times, and the progress bar finally reached the end, but it was pulled back again, so the picture of just a few minutes was extended for a long time.

Finally, the picture ended again, as if he was afraid that the old man would play it again, several middle-aged juniors couldn't wait to express their opinions, and the quarrel sounded.

The old man waved his hand, walked out of the house by himself, stood on the balcony, and let out a long sigh towards Yanjing City at his feet.

In the Song family, an old woman kicked the juniors out early, and issued a strict order, no matter what happened or how much noise there was, everyone was not allowed to talk about it, let alone make up stupidly.

Driving away the juniors, the old woman took out a somewhat worn wooden chair, put it in front of the window, and sat down leisurely.

This chair seems to be some years old, and people will make a creaking sound when they sit on it, so the old woman sighed softly, "Old! ”

In the afternoon, although she had seen Yanjing many times, the old woman didn't seem to get tired of seeing it, so when the old woman closed her eyes and snored, she put on a smiling face.

Yan family, Xiao Ming sat quietly on the sofa, his face was calm, and he seemed to be extremely patient, as if he was waiting for someone.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, the door was pushed open by an extraordinarily white hand, and a middle-aged man who couldn't hide his tiredness walked in, Xiao Ming got up and stretched out his palm towards the middle-aged man.

In the slums, the loud roar of the speeding car and the sharp pain from the fall on the cold ground woke up the silver boy.

The scorching midday sun scorched the earth, and a choking stench came to his face, almost fainting the silver boy again.

The noble-born but ambitious silver boy gritted his teeth, and did not care about the tears and snot forced out of his face by the stench, and struggled desperately, trying to break off the shackles on his hands and feet.

However, the silver boy was horrified to notice that there seemed to be an incomparably strange power in his body out of thin air, and his body, which was still alive just now, was like a needle prick, unable to exert any strength, and even ...... Even the ability to make a sound has been deprived of that strange force.

The blazing sun began to slowly fall downward, and the silver boy, who was always very arrogant, had to accept the cruel truth in front of him, he really might die!

At this moment, the silver boy had never longed to meet an old lady like a lilac, who would carry a huge sack on her back, and with a pair of old eyes that had already dimmed, and with those dry hands, she would pick herself up with the garbage.

As the sun set, darkness slowly enveloped the earth, and the silver boy lay alone in the pile of garbage, falling into boundless numbness and despair.

I was born in a huge family where most people in this world want to sharpen their heads and squeeze in, with a prominent identity and extremely noble, but they also have a mission. With his noble background, he had to be ambitious.

In my own time, I seem to have been learning and forbearing.

Childhood games? Innocent friendship? Cutting through the constant fetters?

Those who carry the mission only have the final end and the road under their feet.

At this time, it seems to be a little sad.

Myself...... Is it just dead?

The silver boy's vision began to blur a little, and the huge roar that had been clamoring in his ears disappeared without a trace at this moment, along with all the sounds.

Suddenly, a voice like a heavenly voice pierced the darkness and sounded in my ears, "Uncle, why are you lying here?" Can I help you? ”

The silver boy tried to open his eyes, but found that he seemed to be shedding tears again, and his vision was a little blurry, but he could barely see that standing in front of him was a timid little boy pinching the corners of his clothes and biting his lip, with big sparkling eyes, like the purest white paper in the world, like an angel in a fairy tale.