In contrast to the usual bustle, the streets are deserted, pedestrians are sparsely populated, and even coins that fall to the ground can accumulate a layer of dust, and no one can pick them up.

I don't know what happened, Chen Feng, who was too preoccupied, didn't bother to ask, so he walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.

The external environment is deserted, and there is a lot less distraction.

Solitude is the best soil for cultivating divergent thinking, and Chen Feng subconsciously began to believe in the reins again.

He had figured out the general idea before, but there were still problems that had been bothering him.

The Leader's Question.

He didn't like the position of leader.

This time, he reluctantly got on.

Judging by the results, he did a decent job.

But he actually prefers to have a leader who absolutely trusts him, has brains and charismatic personality to help him shelter from the wind and rain, and he only needs to provide information and charge into battle, how good it is.

But he scratched his scalp and couldn't figure out how to help out a leader out of the air.

In theory, Tang Tianxin is the perfect candidate.

However, Chen Feng can't accurately control the status of the child's mother every time he passes.

It's the greatest blessing that she's still around, and I can't ask for more.

This time, Chen Feng went so smoothly, and the child's mother also successfully took over the military power, and there were many coincidences in it.

The tragic Hundred Years War made the fate of mankind tragic, but it was also the era of heroes.

Chen Feng came into being, like a god descending into the world, successively playing the role of Mr. Key in the major battles against Lei, and then taking out the identity of a thousand-year-old prophet in the desperate state of the whole clan, completely conquering Lei, turning her into a star, and then taking power in an indisputable posture.

The right time, place and people are indispensable, and they may not be easily reproduced.

If the next time it passes is a time of peace, and the child's mother is only a major general or even a lower position, Chen Feng feels that it will be difficult to build her into a leader in just one year.

Even if he blew himself up again and let the world recognize his thousand-year-old prophet identity, but without the refinement of blood and fire, without the self-proof that he really went on the battlefield, even if he hanged all mankind on the training ground, he could not easily subdue everyone.

Others will recommend him to be the sharpest knife of mankind, but Tang Tianxin may not be able to regain control of the country in the command sequence.

However, the great opportunity created by Lei's cold-blooded killing, Chen Feng did not want to experience it a second time.

17 billion times I'm sorry, it's too tiring to say.

Chen Feng shook his head, trying to tell himself that he wouldn't bother about things that he couldn't think through, and the boat would naturally go straight to the bridge.

But people's hearts are difficult to control, if he can really easily control his thinking, say not to think about what he must think, and immediately think about it, then he should check himself, whether he has reviewed "Song of the World" too many times in his mind, and has made a moth of self-infiltration.

Unconsciously, Chen Feng walked through the gate of Mason Academy.

The doorman knew him, and when he saw that he was preoccupied, he didn't come up to greet him, so as not to disturb the big man's thinking.

As a doorman of a music hall like Mason College, he has some insight after all, and he usually knows a lot about industry news.

Aside from the "Bathing in Fire" sung by Katie Swift, composed by Chen Feng and won on the Grammys, the English songs that Chen Feng sold in the past two months and were written and composed by him have also been released one after another, and have landed at the top of the Billboard charts.

Even, in the top 50 of the list belonging to European and American circles, there are two rare Chinese songs.

A song "Self Burning" is from Zhong Lei.

A song "Across the Starry Sky" is from Lu Wei.

The mediocre chase fame and fortune, and the strong who are above the times will have fame and fortune.

Chen Feng is now the undisputed powerhouse, easily breaking through the shackles of Dongfang Face.

Looking at Chen Feng's indifferent back with his hands in his pockets, the doorman secretly thought, he must be thinking of something shocking, right?

What an amazing person, detached from low-level tastes, thinking all the time.

It is precisely with this kind of focus that he can become a big man who is famous all over the world today.

Chen Feng didn't care what others thought, after the letter walked inside, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a wooden chair painted with white paint next to the fountain flower bed in the small square of the college, and subconsciously sat down, propped up his right hand to support his chin, and leaned over to make a contemplative appearance.

The doorman who was looking at him from afar changed his face slightly, and he wanted to come up to wake up, but he finally shrank back.

Never mind.

He's so rich, he doesn't care about a mere set of clothes.

After sitting down on the bench, Chen Feng remembered the last scene in his mind.

Take your body as bait and return with the enemy.

It seems to be very imposing, but it is actually a lone wolf's helpless move.

This time, he was the only galactic human, and he could only kill them alone.

What if next time he has more and stronger comrades-in-arms, or even if he is no longer the strongest warrior in the human race, he just needs to be a salted fish soldier in the army, and then be taken away by the bigwigs even more beautifully?

Also, this time, due to constraints, only 200,000 particle bombs were prepared.

Wouldn't it be nice if it did it more perfectly next time, the overall strength of the human race was stronger, the mandatory demand for personnel was reduced, and then more people were retained, and 100 million particle bombs were directly filled at the location where the invaders appeared, and they were blown up until the ashes were annihilated?

This may seem like an absurd idea, but in fact it is extremely feasible, and it is only one step away from it.

Even if he didn't take these sideways and took the regular frontal battlefield, he forced out four new hole cards from the invaders in one go this time.

Among them, the dragonfly fighter and the black hole bomb were analyzed to the bottom, and they were quickly summarized into a collection of essays by the stars, and projected into Chen Feng's retina and forcibly written down.

When it passes, as long as there is no major technological regression, he can find the right opportunity to put these things to use.

Next time, as long as the descendants don't die a big death, and they beat themselves first, human beings really can't lose.

After winning the war, Chen Feng felt that he could live seriously and enjoy life in the future.

If you can spend your whole life learning scientific and technological knowledge, become a person like Dong Shan, or a university scholar like Ou Qinglan who is unbeatable in a certain field, how happy it would be.

If I could really learn a thing and bring it back to the 21st century, what would the future hold?

Chen Feng just imagined that kind of situation for a while, and he was a little appelate.

He shook his head, quickly pulling away from the worthless illusion and reconsidering business.

How can humans win more perfection?

Chen Feng tilted his head slightly and looked at the white doorman who was also secretly looking at him with adoring eyes.

He remembered the more fanatical adoring gazes of Lu Xianxian, Lawrence and others when they looked at him.

Alas, it would have been much easier to produce some great leaders in the thirtieth century.

Last time, "Master Chen Feng" initially formed the ideology of "prophet", but it was not strong enough, and its influence on future generations was not enough to deeply affect the behavior and motivation of human beings across 500 years, and it was not enough to form a strong enough binding force, so that future generations could surround themselves under their own will, showing a completely benign competition pattern.

In the end, it evolved into a 389-year-long Spokesperson War, and became the final impetus that led Rei to extremes, allowing her to set off an even more brutal Hundred Years War.

Fortunately, thanks to his own existence, he was able to finally knead the achievements of Lei and the achievements of the Freedom Front, so as not to let these hundreds of years go to waste.

In such an unhealthy competition, although the various world powers and Lei have accelerated the development of science and technology due to the arms race, Chen Feng subconsciously feels that if there are several great leaders who have succeeded mankind over the years, the vicious competition will be guided into a benign one.

How good would it be to maintain the intensity of competition and control it within a certain range so that war does not really happen?

But he really can't think of any way to accurately control the ideology of future generations across time.

It's so hard!

He scratched his head frantically.

In the end, Chen Feng thought that he could only find a way to pass on the ideology left by his deceased self from generation to generation in a timeline full of random variables.

And pray that their faith will be strong enough to be projected over hundreds of years onto a perfect heir or group of talented and noble heirs, and to urge these people to stand up and develop their potential and take on the responsibility of leading civilization.

Perfectionists are very good at asking for trouble, Chen Feng is not a perfectionist, he is an extreme perfectionist who is forced to form by human lives.

This time, he really got into the horns and couldn't get out.

After a long time, he gave himself a gentle slap.

I don't want to!

Want to have some fun!

What happens if you win?

But immediately, another question that he was unwilling to face, but which he could not avoid, gradually came to his mind.

Is it true that the Blastball Battleship has already won?

This warship has a history of 500,000 years, which means that the other side built it 500,000 years ago.

Before and after, the compound eyes didn't make anything else?

Such a strong compound eye civilization will have only one warship?

Common sense told him it couldn't be.

Even this spherical battleship may be just an outpost reconnaissance unit in the military system of the Compound Eye.

That's desperate.

Just like climbing a mountain, people can only see the scenery behind the peaks when they climb over a mountain.

The scenery behind the mountain is majestic, but it is likely to be another towering cliff.

For a long time in the past, Chen Feng's goal was very simple, to destroy the only enemy ball battleship.

He didn't have the qualifications or the intention to think about the future.

But now, the probability of defeating the ball battleship has gone from zero percent to at least seventy percent, and he has to add new anxiety.

In terms of results, two outcomes are most likely to occur.

First, the ball battleship is the enemy's core combat unit, a powerful force. Humans destroy the ball battleship and either kill them all or capture alive all compound eyes in the battleship. The civilizations of the earth have successfully declared their force and concluded a peace treaty with each other. Human beings officially opened the connection with the cosmic civilization, entered the galactic era, and smoothly integrated into the cosmic social system.

Second, the ball ship is really just a reconnaissance unit. In order to completely exterminate humanity, the invaders continued to maintain the barrier of the solar system and deployed real armies to carry out a crushing operation of civilization extermination.

Emotions made Chen Feng hope that it was the first ending, and reason told him that it was probably living in a dream.

The second ending would bring him even more despair, but it was really the most likely.

In other words, even in the first case, the compound eye is likely to choose to continue to start an all-out war.

Chen Feng had never spoken a word to the intruder so far, but there were some judgments in the dark that only needed a glance to comprehend.

When he looked at the compound eyed man who was killed by the explosion through the window wearing the Condor armor, the other party's eyes were cold, jealous, and fearful.

There is no such thing as hatred and love for no reason, and there is no fear for no reason.

If the earth civilization is really so humble, how can the other party be afraid?

will only be crushed with a blank face.

Therefore, Chen Feng understands that the potential of human beings on the earth is much higher than that of the other party, and the other party must also understand this.

Chen Feng had already found the other party's conclusive motive for starting a war.

The answer made him both happy and depressed.

There is an old Chinese saying.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

The weak Earth civilization has too much potential, and once exposed, it is doomed to perish.

This is an objective fact that is not transferred by personal will.

Chen Feng began to scratch his head again.

It might be difficult to collect a thousand of Zhong Lei's hairs, and if he continued like this, it might not be a few days before he could collect all his own.

He was so engrossed in things that he passed by the small square and saw him, and then ran to the small supermarket to buy two ice cream cones, and Zhong Lei, who came over, had approached and didn't notice it.

Zhong Lei didn't bother him, just stood next to him and quietly watched the man like a madman, the expression on his face changed again and again, sometimes smiling, sometimes distressed, sometimes angry, sometimes confused.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is that there is always a lingering gloom in his eyes.

He even slapped himself.

There was a snap, and it was particularly loud.

He looked like a madman, a little crazy.