With a fire burning in Yuri's heart, his irrepressible anger on the verge of collapse of his sanity, he clenched his fists and watched the parliamentarians and business representatives in suits and leather shoes in the room, fiercely arguing and invecting at the impending collapse, listening to them make one decision after another that would send him to hell.

This was held in Washington, D.C., at the ministerial meeting of the G12 to discuss the coordination of the world economy after the collapse of the world oil industry system.

Yuri knows that the United States, which currently has the most abundant oil reserves, can only last for 90 days, and after 90 days, the world economy will usher in an unprecedented collapse, which is a major crisis in which 80 percent of the world's consumer goods are scarce, and a catastrophe that directly affects 50 percent of the world's economic volume.

Anyone in the know is in despair about the state of the global economy.

Since the birth of the market economy, the most terrible economic crisis is coming, and it will be a more terrible and fierce collapse than the economic crisis before the first and second world wars.

Yuri, who graduated from economics, of course, knows what an evil document these economic elites are discussing and arguing about, and the capitalism that has fallen from the cliff to find a backing existence will only bankrupt countless families and countless people lose their meager savings.

The "Small and Medium-sized Enterprises Support Plan", "Antitrust Act Revocation Opinion" and "Emergency Currency Replacement Act" cut the bond between small and medium-sized enterprises on the national economy economically and legally, and safeguard the interests of the largest economies in the coming collapse, support trusts, and promote economies of scale.

This strengthens their ability to resist risk, but it also completely discards the interests of consumers and workers. This group of people, when the currency in the hands of consumers is dragged down into a pile of waste paper by the material depression, uses new monetary barriers to protect the large enterprises in the upper reaches of the industry.

After that, it will be the middle of the night for the world economy. It will be the end of the financial system, the consumption system and the market economy, and the "Financial Protection Act" will be the final blow, which means that the state power will use its own body to cover the retreat of financial capital and protect the "seeds" of the financial industry in the future.

The tide of bankruptcies and debts will make 80 percent of the world's population destitute.

Yuri has heard it. Parliamentarians were deliberating on a proposal for a gold standard currency that would be decoupled from the old currency.

Next weekend, it will be a Black Monday, and the OPEC countries, which have lost their usefulness, are now comparable to Black Africa, and hopefully they will sell the sand for money! Countries that export oil, creating foreign exchange value, will first fall into despair, among them. Including Yuri's homeland.

Then there are the big consumer countries, and they will usher in a huge material shortage. There is a gap in consumer goods, and the currency will depreciate indefinitely, and Yuri calculated in his heart that it would be a blessing if the value of the dollar could catch up with the Vietnamese dong in the future.

Finally, there is the lack of raw materials in large producing countries. Let them withstand a huge wave of unemployment and economic collapse.

Vulnerable companies will all fail in the first wave of financial shocks, and it is estimated that 90 percent of the world's companies will not be able to withstand the first wave of shocks, after the financial system has paralyzed 45 percent of the equivalent. The remaining 10 percent of enterprises are no better off there, and it will be a total collapse of the market economy system.

Yuri looked at the group of elites, watching them in the case of the full progress of science and technology, the high development of alternative energy, and the production system in place, in this tattered basket to mend the seams, fill the holes, paste the patches, they drove a big ship that was about to sink, while trying to scoop the water outside, while trying to use the raw materials on the ship, to rebuild a big ship that belonged to them.

They coped with the passengers, trying to get everyone to sink with them, ignoring the fact that a brand-new ship was nearby. They maintained this broken ship destroyed by the apocalypse, not only did they refuse to take a step forward, but they also united, holding each other's arms, using power and strength, economic relations and contracts, to maintain a battle line, and not let others pass.

They stayed in this wrecked ship called the 'market economy', using their lives all over the world to maintain the sanctity of assets, and under this fierce dispute between life and death, the preservation of assets and capitalism became the only principle of their unity.

The corporate system and the financial system will first make the world lose hope of salvation.

"Only with an iron fist and centralization of power can Russia be saved!" Yuri had only one thought left in his mind, and he burst into tears, his lower lip bitten into bright red blood.

"Nationalization, collective labor and the Soviet national system can save Russia, only Lenin and Stalin can save Russia! And not these traitors! Not these capitalists! Comrade Brezhnev and Stalin, they can make the right choice! Make the choice to defend the people! ”

Yuri stroked his left chest, which contained a medal of the former Soviet Union, a medal of the Great Patriotic War of the second degree, which was the only relic left to him by his grandfather, an old man who was drunk all day long, and when he died, he did not forget to drag him and pay allegiance to Stalin. And his father, a liberal, used his profligate wreckage and rage to cast a deep shadow on Yuri as a child.

Yuri, who was dragged by the hair and beaten violently, grew up with a bald head, he hated his father, resented the red hair, and resented the dark time after the collapse of the Soviet Union when he was a child.

Yuri turned and walked out of the venue, he was already keenly aware that his anger had spread to the audience, and some councillors had been carried away by Yuri's emotions and fought at the dissidents.

This is a very dangerous thing, and the experienced security personnel here can quickly detect that something is wrong, and they will be suspicious of the mutants with psychic abilities in the first place. Yes, Yuri is also a mutant, with telekinesis abilities that allow him to transmit his thoughts and emotions, and even control others when his emotions fluctuate violently.

Yuri has been hiding this for the first half of his life, and even the medical examination has been deceived by him for a long time, and if a mutant is exposed, although with his status, it won't be too much trouble, but being excluded from the center of power and banished to the edge is a sure thing. Yuri is like hiding his political views. Hiding this identity.

After the development of detectors and weapons for mutants, his situation became more and more dangerous, and sure enough, in just a few tens of seconds, Yuri heard the neat footsteps of the clone army behind him, these battle teams, the concocted abilities are very powerful. With specialized combat equipment, mutants are no match at all.

Yuri walked faster and faster, and he skilfully burrowed into the intricate passages nearby, but the voice behind him was not lagging behind at all, "Damn! It's a probe clone! Yuri knew that these clones, enhanced with multiple detection capabilities, were far from the past that his rudimentary hidden colonial costume could hide.

"It's a pity that Wu can't give me the latest version, the biochemical colonization suit developed by the Far East. It's much better than the biochemical modified people in our country. Yuri grumbled as he walked towards the place where the energy disturbance was relatively large, there were many small rooms in the conference room for the ambassadors to discuss, and Yuri hoped to find such a room so that he could get rid of the pursuers behind him.

Seeing the right turn ahead, the black gate, Yuri's face glowed with surprise. He quickly opened the door and slipped sideways inside. He stepped into the smoking room, shielding himself with a curtain made of shielding fabric. When he opened the curtains, he was surprised to see portraits of Stalin and Lenin on the wall behind the curtains.

"Long live the Soviets!" Yuri whispered.

"Long live communism!" Behind him. There was such a voice.

Yuri's gun flung behind him, and he hid himself behind the cabinet, carefully poking his head out, peering at the source of the sound, only to see a shadow. Sit behind your desk and watch him quietly.

The person in the shadows is none other than Chen Ang, who is sitting there holding a book, and his sense of presence is extremely weak, which is easy for people to ignore.

He looked at Yuri, and there was a tingling in his eyes that made Yuri's scalp tingle, "A ghost, a communist ghost roaming over Europe!" Hello, comrades of the Soviets! ”

"Chinese?" Yuri put away the snatch and muttered in strange Chinese, "Hello! Homosexuals! ”

Yuri was shocked when he heard the sound of neat footsteps outside, he had no time left, and said anxiously to Chen Ang: "Please cover me, comrades from China, lackeys of imperialism, who want to persecute us!" ”

"Comrade Soviets, you are a mutant, why be afraid of them!" Chen Ang said with a smile.

Yuri, whose identity was revealed, was not surprised, and in today's detection of the X gene, it is a matter of time before it is recognized. He said in a deep voice: "The clones have been implanted with shield genes, and with the protection of shield genes, I can't influence them at all. ”

Before his words fell, the clone soldier wearing a diamond helmet had already broken through the door, and Chen Ang could see it very clearly, their heads were diamond skins similar to those of the White Queen, blocking the power of mind control, and at present, except for the professor who had evolved his abilities, there were no mutants with mental abilities who could break through the defense.

A hand slapped Yuri on the shoulder, he turned back in shock, and saw Chen Ang walking out from behind him, looking at the approaching clone soldiers, Chen Ang looked at Yuri and asked, "Do you know your abilities?" ”

"I don't think it's the right time to say this, Chinese comrades, now hurry up and order them to get out!" Yuri exclaimed, now he only hoped that Chen Ang would have enough authority to order the clones not to enter the room. This kind of authority is only available to a few countries that have come to attend the G12 summit, and of course China certainly has it.

Chen Ang shook his head, indicating that he didn't have any authority, and he smiled: "Although I don't have permission!" But you have it! ”

Yuri was almost crazy, and he said in despair, "How can I have this permission! I hope the country won't think I'm your spy! ”

But Chen Ang still looked at him and pointed at his head, "You think about it, what is permission, and you will know if you have it!" ”

"The permission is directly implanted in their brains, and they will verify it themselves, where did I get the permission!" Yuri looked desperately at the approaching clones.

"No matter how well the barrier of the mind is protected, communication cannot be avoided, and if there is communication, you can influence, and you have to discover the channels of this communication and exert your influence. Know your abilities, then understand it, control it, develop it! Everything is relative, and there must be a solution to a problem. Chen Ang said lightly. (To be continued......)