Sometimes, landslides crack the ground, which may start with the collapse of a small pebble.

Ma Liang and Hu Zhenzhen were already a handful of people standing at the top of the pyramid, sensing the impending upheaval, but they didn't know where this little stone was and what it was.

National Museum, London.

Claude Adam Antois walked out of the west gate of the museum, and when he saw that the steps were still full of tattered wine bottles, protest banners that had not been burned, and all kinds of suspicious garbage stains, he covered his mouth and nose in disgust, bowed his head, and walked down quickly.

In the square outside the museum, after the clash between protesters and bailiffs, there was a mess, several broken oil drums were burning, and a group of homeless people gathered around the fire to keep warm, and one of the homeless people threw something into the oil drums, "Bang! With a bang, the wood and flames exploded, and the broken oil barrel was skewered to a height, causing the surrounding homeless people to exclaim in surprise and dodge.

Haha's wild laughter sounded, and the other homeless people near the oil barrels laughed as if no one was around, and their faces covered with grease and stains were full of crazy and confused expressions.

Claude shook his head, tightened his trench coat, and strode away to the howling wind.

As soon as I walked out of the square, I was greeted by several children in tattered clothes, wearing clothes that had been found in the garbage heap, begging along the way, and constantly saying to the hurried people: Okay, okay, we haven't eaten for three days.

At this time, the clattering diesel bus entered the station with black smoke, and Claude hurriedly dodged two dirty little hands, pressed the brim of his hat, and climbed on.

There were few passengers in the carriage, and he sat down in a window seat, clutching a black briefcase and exhaling long.

Behind him, two strong black men came up, one of them had a long scar on his face, and his slender eyes flashed fiercely, and when he saw Claude, his eyes met, and suddenly he smiled fiercely and leaned over.

The bus driver did not dare to start the vehicle, and the other passengers hurriedly looked out the window.

"You're Claude Adam Antois!?"

The black man with a scarface sat in front of Claude, his stout body still hanging a small part outside the seat, staring at Claude and asking maliciously.

"It's me!"

Claude was not afraid, just quietly hugged the bag and said lightly.

"I heard that you rejected Daddy Merck, so you are very bold to say that?"

Claude smiled and said, "I don't do anything illegal." ”

Scarface was noncommittal, just took out a silver pistol and slowly wiped it with a handkerchief, "What does Daddy Merck want you to do?" ”

"Nothing!?" Claude shrugged, "He's just looking at a certain piece of the museum's collection, but alas, I can't." ”

"Oh!" , Scarface casually turned the muzzle of the gun, pointed at Claude's eyebrows lightly, and said with a smile: "Now, I have the same request, you can't do it!" ”

"Sorry! I don't do anything illegal! ”

"Click!"

Scarface opened the insurance and asked, "And now?" ”

The atmosphere in the carriage was extremely tense, and one of the ladies sitting in the back row was almost crying in fright, and another black companion deliberately stared at her, constantly making lewd movements with his hips.

Claude had no doubt that he had been denied the opportunity to pull the trigger when he heard that he had denied it, so he fell silent, gently unzipped his briefcase, and took out a black and silver-trimmed object.

Scarface still had a cruel look like a cat and mouse one second, and the next second, his face changed drastically, and he was stunned when he looked at what Claude took out.

"Get out!"

It's hard to imagine how Claude could have such a large lung capacity, this sound: "Roll", is like a muffled thunder exploding, and like a roar of a beast in an enclosed space!

"I'm hugging, I'm sorry, I'm going to get out, I'm going to get out!"

Two strong black men crawled out of the carriage, and Claude took a few deep breaths to calm down.

He politely knocked on the back of the seat in front of him and said to the stunned driver, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry." ”

"Ah, oh, oh!"

The driver hurriedly ignited, and the specially modified engine roared, spewing out black smoke and rushing out of the station.

Claude breathed a sigh of relief, hugged his briefcase, leaned his head against the glass window, and looked out the window blankly.

The streets are full of people doing nothing.

In the cold wind, all kinds of paper, fragments, and rags flew around.

Some of the shops looked like they had been burned by fire, and there were traces of smoke and fire.

Some of the doors and windows are gone, and there is a mess of smashing and looting inside.

The exterior walls of the shop are covered with graffiti and slogans.

……

All of this, he turned a blind eye, his eyes were empty, and there was no focus.

"Please, may I ask ......"

A nice female voice appeared beside her.

This is a blonde girl about twenty years old, with some faint freckles on her face, but her face shape and facial features are perfect, she looks like she is of Eastern European descent, and her eyebrows are more three-dimensional than Claude's.

“…… Are you a serializer? ”

Hearing the word sequencer, Claude seemed to wake up from a dream, looked up at the beautiful blonde, and shook his head.

"Sir, don't deny it, I just saw your badge, the mark of the McTor Dawson Company, right?"

Claude frowned, "How could the Serializer be in Queens?" ”

"Impersonating a Sequence is a 'great sin', and you just used the Order's abilities. ”

"I'm not!" Claude tightened his trench coat and ignored the girl, leaning his head against the window with another sleepwalking look.

Later, while waiting for the bus to come in, Claude ignored her!

As he got out of the car and walked towards a tall complex, the blonde also rushed down and shouted at his back: "Please, I need your help, I can meet all your requests, please!" ”

The voice behind him ranged from high-pitched to whimpering, but Claude was unmoved, and when he got into a long alley, the female voice behind him was finally inaudible.

A medieval Gothic building is his destination.

Similar buildings are plentiful in Paris, which is located in the squalid and chaotic Queens district, so it is sparsely populated.

Claude did not go through the main entrance, but walked into a narrow alley, endured the filth and stench everywhere, and knocked on a small wooden door.

A minute later, the wooden door creaked open a crack, and a pair of cold eyes appeared in the darkness behind the gap.

"Did you bring anything?"

A dry, hoarse voice asked.

Claude nodded and patted his purse.

The wooden door opened, and behind it was a gray-haired man of about thirty.

Claude walked in with his briefcase.

The dark corridor could not see five fingers, the light outside the door seemed to be completely blocked by something mysterious, the door creaked shut, whirring slightly, and oil lamps lit on both sides of the corridor.

"Welcome, future subversive!"

The white-haired man said with a strange smile in his ear.