July 1, 2020, 17:13 U.S. time, Pentagon's U.S. Homeland Security Special Response Division.

"Sir, our No. 17 'Black Panther' satellite has detected an unknown high-energy reaction in the Hada region of Russia, Serbia, and Russia in eastern Africa, which is affected by strong electromagnetic waves, and the energy data and satellite images have not yet been transmitted.

The glasses researcher in front of the screen reports to his commander through a headset.

The brown-haired officer who was sitting at his desk on the other side touched his stomach, thinking about what restaurant he would take his children to eat after work, when he heard a voice from the internal communication device and came back to his senses.

"Keep monitoring the rest of the metrics, and I'll be right over." The brown-haired officer got up and walked towards the monitoring room, thinking as he went: the entire continent is not capable of producing a high-energy weapon that requires our response, let alone a small number of Russian-Cypriot countries. However, in recent years, many countries in Africa have gradually turned to China.

No, shouldn't this secret experiment be detonated in the desert of northwestern China, according to their habits? Or are they trying to hide their eyes and ears from experimenting with new types of weapons in their own countries, lest they contradict their claims to the peaceful rise of their countries? Or are other countries experimenting here? Or is it not man-made at all? Still is......

With questions in mind, the brown-haired officer walked down the hallway to the glasses researcher in the monitoring room.

"How's it going?" He asked.

The glasses researcher looked at the data and images on the 9-grid screen, and reported: "The anomalous high-energy reaction lasted for about 0.13 seconds, and the energy of the explosion was close to 1 billion tons of energy. This energy is enough to blow up half of Africa, but the strange thing is that after the high-energy reaction, the pictures transmitted by our satellite show that there is nothing abnormal in that area, and if the "Black Panther" had not just lifted off this year, I would have thought that the satellite aging data was wrong...... Wait a minute! Another image was transmitted, a hyperspectral image of the abnormal reaction, which ...... Seems to be a personal type? The spectacle researcher couldn't believe it, helping his 700-degree glasses, the first time in his career that he had seen such a strange situation.

The brown-haired chief looked at the dense data and images on the screen, his brows furrowed and his expression was serious, and he sighed in his heart: Damn, I have to work overtime again today......

……

In Huaguoyu City, on the streets in the early morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Wen Tao was running in the morning.

This is a young man with a good appearance and bright eyes, and he is about 25 years old. I don't know if it's because of his perennial smile, or if he was born like this, even when his facial muscles are the most relaxed, the corners of his mouth are still slightly raised, and he looks very affinable, and he seems to be a few years younger.

The height is not too high, only 1.75 meters, but the limbs are coordinated and the body is well-proportioned, although there are not many muscles, but in general the figure is also good.

Since he lives on the second floor of his bookstore on weekdays, and the store is very close to the Yangtze River, Wen Tao likes to come to the river every morning to run.

Although it is less than six o'clock now, it dawns early in summer, and the sky is already half bright at this time, and there are a few uncles and aunts resting on the benches on the roadside.

On July 2, it was the height of summer in Yushi, and it was normal for the ground temperature to exceed 40 degrees Celsius, so at this point in time, it was already good to be able to see uncles and aunts.

It's not that Wen Tao isn't afraid of the heat, but he likes the feeling of the breeze blowing the beads of sweat off his cheeks while running.

One of the uncles, who was sitting alone on a chair fan, saw Wen Tao running by, and said hello: "Xiaowen, it's really diligent to get up and run so early." ”

Wen Tao stopped when he heard this, and gasped slightly.

Although I don't know how the uncle equates getting up early with diligence, he still showed a kind smile: "Old man Wei, aren't you earlier than me?" ”

Uncle Wei shook his head and sighed, "Is this comparable to us old people?" But then again, young people nowadays are really getting lazier and lazier, and my grandson, as long as he doesn't go to work, he can sleep until the afternoon! How can you be as young and promising as you, and you have your own shop, so you have to pay a lot of money for the monthly rent of your shop, right? If my grandson could be half as diligent as you, I would go to the God of Wealth and make a wish......"

What Uncle Wei didn't know was that Wen Tao didn't actually need to pay rent, but Wen Tao didn't need to explain this kind of thing. Listening to Uncle Wei counting down his grandson and criticizing today's society, Wen Tao felt that the more he listened, the more wrong it became, so he took advantage of Uncle Wei's conversation to find an excuse to open a store and slip away.

Uncle Wei should be fine, and after Wen Tao turned to leave, a sentence floated away: "Xiaowen, you should update the bookshelf, especially the military ones, old man, I am good at this!" ”

Wen Tao replied without replying: "I want it!" ”

The bookstore, named "Sanchen Zhai", is located on Nanbin Road in Yushi, is a two-storey house, each floor is about 200 square meters, the first floor is operated as a bookstore, and the second floor is a warehouse, rest area and bedroom.

The main types of books in the bookstore are mostly novels, accounting for about 60%, and the rest are literature, history, science and technology, humanities and military affairs, which are basically popular or favorite books of Wen Tao.

Of course, there is no conflict between the two, and Wen Tao is not a person who likes to pretend to be young and niche, and his bookstore is still practical, not the kind of Internet celebrity bookstore.

Although the decoration is not particularly gorgeous, it also makes people feel comfortable, there is not much pure Chinese furniture, but after the designer's careful arrangement, it also makes people feel quite charming, worthy of this antique store name.

As for some people who like to go to the coffee shop next door to enjoy the afternoon sunshine, coffee, the thoughts of the book author and the company of the beautiful maid after buying a book, this has nothing to do with Wen Tao.

After running the distance, Wen Tao wiped his sweat, and was about to return to the bookstore when he saw a strange person.

He was dressed in some kind of animal skin, with bronzed skin, and the exposed part of his body looked very strong and powerful, while such a man had long hair that was softer than a woman's, and the combination looked unusual.

The man was looking down at the newspaper in his hand, and there were a bunch of newspapers and magazines of various issues and types on the side of the bench, presumably from the newsstand next to the bench.

The man didn't look up when he heard the footsteps, still staring intently at the newspaper, as if it were a very important academic article, but the speed of turning the pages and the state of reading were very leisurely.

When passing by the front of the newsstand, Wen Tao noticed that something was wrong, and when he stopped to take a closer look, he found that it was really a newsstand book.

At this time, the security bar of the newsstand was forcibly torn open with an arm-thick hole, and everything else was neat, only the outermost two piles of newspapers and magazines were lying on the chairs on the side!

Looking at the man on the bench and the pile of newspapers next to him, there was no need to think too much about who did it. When Wen Tao was thinking about whether to call the police, the head of the person on the bench was raised, he looked at Wen Tao, smiled and said in standard Mandarin, "Hello." ”

At the first glance of him, Wen Tao was stunned.

The first thing that people can't ignore is his appearance, it stands to reason that the appearance of his figure should be angular, if not full of flesh. But he is very handsome and even slightly neutral, and his neutral appearance not only does not make people feel motherly, but has a special charm.

His appearance cannot be described as handsome or beautiful, it should be said that he is like a top-notch work of art, breathtaking beauty.

And Wen Tao can be sure that his beauty is the beauty that will be beautiful regardless of gender, country and skin color, the beauty that can unify the aesthetics of all mankind, and the beauty that exists at the top of human imagination.

Wen Tao felt that there was probably no one in the world who could be more beautiful than him, and even the morning sun was not as dazzling as him at this moment, as if he represented the limit of human aesthetics, not the limit of the first, and from the setting, it was the best face +1, the kind of limit that was better than anyone else.

It's just that his figure is a little too strong compared to his looks, which destroys the overall harmony and looks very weird.

If his face is the limit of human aesthetics, then the figure is like the limit of barbarian aesthetics. Strong, powerful, violent aesthetics are indescribable.

"Excuse me, where is the nearest bookstore?" The man continued.