December day,

The sky in Zone 1 is already snowing.

The long-lost smog has made the air in Zone 1, which is in the administrative center, worse.

There is less than half a month to go, and the year is coming.

The shopping malls on the road have been hung with decorations to welcome the Spring Festival, and a jubilant shopping mall is constantly hanging the words of discount promotions to attract people to start hoarding New Year's goods early.

At the entrance of the vegetable market in the residential area, before dawn, some people began to line up.

Some even bring their own materials.

The smell of fried meat fills the air.

In the four large iron pots, there was a sizzling sound, and the fried meatballs floated on them.

The steamer on the side is six or seven stories high.

On top are steamed buns, and underneath are steamed flat stacks made of vermicelli.

In the pan is fried and cooked pork belly.

Six old women with quick hands and feet, with a clear division of labor, but they are also very busy.

"Old man Zhang, just came!"

"Oh, I'm late, I can't catch up with you early!"

Most of the people who come here to buy are elderly people, and they all know each other in the neighborhood.

"Haha, you bought a lot here, I'm afraid your grandson is coming back this year!"

"Haha, didn't I hear that it's the sixth year of this year, his military service should end this year, I'm preparing early, and when he comes back, I'll definitely come to you to pay a New Year's greeting!"

"Okay, then I'll prepare a big red envelope!"

"Hahaha, I've seen you back!"

A group of old people chatted and talked, it was very cold, and snowflakes fell from time to time through the broken openings of the tent, but everyone had a strong sense of anticipation on their faces.

However, it is different from them.

At this moment in the highest administrative district of the Union in District 1.

Tension hung on everyone's cheeks, and the officials hurried away with their heads bowed.

Surrounded by secretaries and assistants, they constantly report the latest news and sort out the next copywriting.

The situation in Area 25 was transmitted to the major protected areas in the rear through various channels early on.

For a while, there was a dark tide in the reserve.

One by one, a steady stream of information converged like a tide, the trade union headquarters building.

And in the residence of the supreme consul of the same alliance, the senator who hurried from other protected areas had a sad look on his face.

"Da Da Da ......"

On the smooth marble, the footsteps of the group were particularly hurried.

The middle-aged man led by him, with short hair, a Chinese face, deep eyes, and a high nose bridge, gave people a sharp sense of oppression before he came.

This is the aura that a person who is truly in a high position has cultivated all year round.

"This is the information sent by Area 24, the temporary combat command post has been set up in Area 24, but it is a little difficult to evacuate the residents of Area 24!"

The secretary next to him kept reporting the information in hand.

The heavy snow in District 24 is very severe, and there are six cities in the entire region, with tens of millions of residents, and if the residents are to be evacuated from the city at this time, the problem is not ordinary.

"Notify the local coalition and let them repair the hidden air-raid shelters in the city in a short time, and send a notice to the temporary combat command post, telling them that they must find out the current situation in District 25 at any cost!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he had already walked to the door of the conference room, and all the assistants stopped one after another.

After simply tidying up his clothes, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and walked towards the door, and as the door unfolded, a warm current hit his face.

However, the empty conference room was quiet, but it was not filled with the presidents of the various regions as one might think.

In front of the campfire at the desk.

A chair was turned away from him, and a slight snoring could be heard if he listened closely.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and stepped forward softly step by step, waiting to see the old man who was already asleep in front of the chair.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, carefully folded the blanket for the old man, and turned around to go out.

However, as soon as he turned around, the old man behind the chair closed his eyes and said to himself: "Your grandfather and I are also old rivals, you say, at this time, what will he do if you are him!" ”

The middle-aged man paused, and said with a serious expression: "The old man has not asked about political affairs for many years, he only cares about his family!" ”

"Huh!"

The old man opened his eyes, and glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him with a cloudy eye.

Half-smiling and half-mocking.

"A good one who only manages his family, and suffers a great loss from his son,

In a blink of an eye, he helped up a group of grandchildren, this old man in your family is much more powerful than me.

Wang Shang, your eldest brother Wang Yu's life and death are unknown now, the three generations of the Wang family's descendants, most of the elite are in District 25, you are not worried at all? ”

As the Senate of the Palm Protectorate, he is also one of the candidates for the next Grand Consul.

was ridiculed by the old man like this, but Wang Shang didn't dare to feel a little unhappy on his face.

It's just a serious appearance, except for seriousness, I can't see any other expression: "After entering District 25, there is no Wang family, only the country!" ”

"Boring!"

Seeing Wang Shang's serious appearance, the old man felt bored.

Pointing to the approval on the desk on the left.

"The emergency plan law you mentioned at the meeting was not passed, and if you have any doubts, go home yourself and ask your old man!"

"No!"

Wang Shang's serious face finally changed.

The emergency plan law means that the unions and the alliance enter a state of supreme war, and the archon can directly order the highest levels of the union.

That is, six district heads, all of them are dispatched.

The emergency plan law needs to be jointly proposed by at least seven Senate Chairmen and signed by the Archon before it can take effect.

But now it is rejected, which surprises Wang Shang.

I wanted to ask again, but I saw that the old man didn't know when, and he had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

For a while, Wang Shang could only lower his head, silently picked up the documents and walked out.

Until the door to the room is closed again.

The old man sitting on the sofa opened his eyelids again and threw the firewood at his feet into the fireplace.

"Hey, old Wang, why did you choose a lump of wood to take your place? After all, you're still not reconciled! ”

The flames in the fireplace were reflected in the old man's cloudy pupils.

I don't know what the old man was thinking.

Until in the shadows, a shadow quietly appeared behind him: "I have already checked, there is indeed a mysterious organization in S City, it's just ......"

The shadow said, pulling out the thick slip.

Above is the tax of the Lost Mansion, as well as the funding channels, as well as the internal operation and so on.

"Hey, that's interesting!"

Looking at the details on the slip, the old man suddenly laughed, exposing himself to the mysterious organization in the sun.

But I couldn't find out the heel of this organization.

"Bitser!"

The old man looked at the taxpayer's name, and after reading out Bitser's name, he nodded, and casually threw the slip in his hand into the bonfire.

"Do you need to investigate further?"

Seeing this, the shadow asked cautiously.

It's just that this inquiry was met with a blank eye from the old man: "What can be found out for you has been found out for you, and the rest is not found out for you, and you haven't found out a word now." ”

After speaking, the old man stood up, picked up the crutches at hand, walked to the window step by step, and looked at the goose feathers and snow in front of him.

In the conference room, there was silence for a while, until the fireplace "crackled" and exploded a little spark, and the old man's eyes gradually sharpened: "Moths to the fire, reborn from the cocoon, it's time to start the second plan!" ”