DJ Meteorological Bureau, Computing Hall, Outside the window heavy rain, branches of lightning flickered frantically in the dark clouds, the floor-to-ceiling windows could not find a complete glass of glass, the wind covered the white paper used for the printing press.

This is a catastrophe, and today, country R suddenly issued a red rainstorm warning signal like blood.

The information given by the Meteorological Observatory turned out to be that the country was about to be submerged by the sea. What a flashy and ridiculous thing it was, but the successive rainstorms made everyone's hearts beat a little drum.

Miyamoto Ze tweaked his keyboard with both hands, he gave the warning of the catastrophe, he was recording the catastrophe at this time, and before long, the DJ would be submerged under the vast sea, and he needed to send the data to the data center in Copenhagen to give the world a warning.

This is a necessary quality as a scientist, for the good of mankind! It's a glorious thing!

Miyamoto Ze comforted in his heart. But his trembling hands completely betrayed him, and no one could face life and death calmly, at least, he Miyamoto Ze couldn't face it calmly.

Suddenly, the sound of the helicopter's spiral wings was heard above the roof, and Miyamoto Ze subconsciously raised his head.

There are even planes in such bad weather? Not afraid of being struck by lightning? A few minutes later, a group of yawning, sleepy-eyed guys pushed the door open, thin shirts and shabby shorts, and one couldn't help but worry about whether these people would catch a cold from the wind.

Half an hour earlier, the rest of the people in the Weather Bureau had already retreated, so it didn't seem crowded when they pushed the door open and walked in.

The leader handed Miyamoto a worn-out World Tree badge, and Miyamoto stood in awe and bowed to them.

He is also a member of the Eight Snake Clan. The group yawned wildly, each found a table, sat down, and placed the heavy iron box in his hand on the table.

When I opened the box, there were all kinds of parts. The parts jumped in their hands, and a mainframe was quickly assembled, and the scruffy men skillfully connected their personal mainframes to the display.

The crackling keyboard clicked again. But this time, it's no longer a thin keyboard sound, but a series of dense and crazy keyboard taps.

The Meteorological Bureau, which had only one person, was once again at full capacity, but a whole new team took over.

Kassel Headquarters! Armament Department! The luxurious lineup can be seen from the two leaders, one is holding a bottle of tequila, wearing a shabby dent denim jacket and jeans, sitting drunkenly on a rest chair, and the other has meticulous silver hair, a black umbrella, a cigar in his mouth, and elegant demeanor, which is in stark contrast to the old denim guy next to him.

"Headmaster, Vice Principal!" Miyamoto bowed with some trepidation.

"Yes, it's different if you went to Kassel for further study, everyone has run away, only you are still sticking to your post." The vice-principal complimented him out of tune.

"For humanity! I'm going to stick to this place and leave first-hand data! "Miyamoto Ze is not like the other snakes and eight families, and he actually has a lot of respect for Ange and his party.

"It's okay, don't keep it." Ange said lightly. Miyamoto was a little dumbfounded, and the headmaster seemed very cold.

"Why? Because we're coming! The vice-principal seemed to be deeply influenced by a certain man surnamed Ou and gave Miyamoto a thumbs up.

"Alright, old fellow, first step." The old cowboy stopped talking to Miyamoto and turned his head to look at Ange.

"I didn't expect you to come."

"Old guy, I recently watched a young man's game, and suddenly I felt a little emotional." Obviously, there was a thunderstorm outside, and the city might be flooded by the sea in an instant, but the two old guys didn't care at all, and even started chatting.

"What game? Draft contests? Ange took a deep puff on his cigar and asked rhetorically.

", what are they young people talking about... E-sports competition..."The vice principal took a big sip of the tequila, feeling the heat in his stomach, and the vice principal burped and continued,

"It's really hot-blooded...... I heard that it has been held for 10 years, once a year, and one of the guys has been crazy sought after by countless people because he has won three championships in a row, but as a few years have passed, mistakes that would not have occurred have gradually appeared, and this time, it seems that because of him, their team did not enter the finals. ”

"So, what do you want to say?"

"Sometimes, it's not okay to be disobedient." The vice-principal suddenly changed as if he were a person, and he looked at Ange with a serious face.

"You have always refused to accept old age, even if you live for more than 150 years, you still have to go to the front line of dragon slaying, you watch your friends slowly walk away, I know, your heart is not a taste, but have you ever thought about it, you are still my old friend, you are gone, what should I do? Isn't that what I'm going to do with that brute from Pompeii? It is impossible for two stallions to be friends. The vice-chancellor poured himself another big mouthful.

Ange was stunned and looked at the vice-principal with some surprise, as if he had never seen such a vice-principal.

"When did you start to be sad too?" The vice-principal looked into Ange's eyes and did not speak, his pursed lips telling Ange that his heart was not at peace.

"We're all old." Ange suddenly sighed.

"Sometimes, we should also retract our wings, because the young eagles will not grow up to shelter under our wings." Ange chuckled and shook his head: "Old friend... I have a hunch that this trip to country R will also fulfill my lifelong wish. ”

"It's a bit of a problem." Just as the Vice Chancellor was about to say something with a shocked expression, Researcher A suddenly spoke up.

"What's up, bastard." The vice principal burst into foul language and began to guide the work.

"The earth's crust is a bit active!"

"What do you mean?"

"It's going to be an earthquake, a big earthquake! An earthquake like never before! Researcher A showed a hint of fear on his face.

"Oh roar, it's big." The vice principal looked at the principal as if asking, are you cheating me?

"Never mind the earthquake! Push the drainage system to the extreme first! Ange commanded.

"It's been the limit for a long time, and all the reservoirs are in excess of the standard! Still rising! Researcher C held a lollipop in his mouth, and said indifferently.

"Bastard! What if you're at the limit and you're still rising! Let you come to find a way! Scoundrel! The vice principal directly exploded two foul words.

"Limit is the limit, isn't the word limit a breakthrough?" C-faced said expressionlessly.

"Excellent! That's the attitude! If something goes wrong, your mother and I will definitely visit one or two! The vice-principal yelled.

Ange wanted to cover his face. Every time he stayed with this thing, Ange always felt that his gentlemanly demeanor would be completely destroyed.

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