"Ms. Su, President Yang invites you to come over, the signing ceremony is about to begin." A crisp female voice sounded, interrupting Su Yue's reverie, it was Deng Dan, President Yang's secretary.

"Okay, thanks." Su Yue immediately got up.

Deng Dan walked in front to lead the way, glanced back from time to time, and when he saw Su Yue's formal clothes, he couldn't help but smile: "It's really unaccustomed to seeing you wearing a white coat." ”

"Well, it's a special occasion." Su Yue looked down at the road under her feet, and there was no smile on her face. She can understand Deng Dan's ease, the surrender of the mutant is a foregone conclusion, the third world war should not appear in the short term, and the burden of pulling every nerve of people is quietly put down, and everyone will inevitably feel relaxed and happy.

I just don't know, Deng Dan knows that at this time, thousands of nuclear missiles are aimed at this area, if she knows, can she still maintain such a relaxed attitude? Su Yue secretly thought in his heart, Mongolia's military strength is still at the level of using main battle tanks and conventional artillery units as trump cards, and it has no interception capability at all against nuclear strikes from China and Russia.

"Ms. Sue."

Chairman Yang's voice came from far ahead, Su Yue looked up and saw President Yang waving at him, no surprise, he still had a cigarette in his mouth, but this time he added a disposable filter behind the cigarette filter.

This detail made Su Yue smile bitterly in her heart, smoking requires an extra filter, this is something that only middle-aged and elderly people whose physical condition is declining will do, a person who is less than twenty years old has begun to face a mid-life crisis, which is really sad and distressing.

Su Yue quickened his pace and walked to Yang Xiaoqian's side, and after hesitating for a moment, he raised his right hand and hammered it on his left chest, and stood up and saluted. This is the battle salute of the Far Rescue Society, Su Yue was not originally a member of the Far Rescue Association, so he was very rusty.

"Huh?" Yang Xiaoqian hooked the corners of his mouth, "You know?" ”

Su Yue nodded, President Yang's observation has always been keen, and it is not surprising that he can see her thoughts through this action.

"Have faith?" Yang Xiaoqian asked.

"Go all out!" Su Yue replied without hesitation, even if she was desperately vomiting blood and getting injured, she would have to build a perfect dream battlefield.

"Good." Yang Xiaoqian nodded with satisfaction.

"Chairman Yang, it is a good thing for us to use the dream battlefield to simulate and gain combat experience for special individuals, will Wen Yan agree?" Su Yue asked suddenly, now she is quite looking forward to this big battle, and it is inevitable that she will suffer from gains and losses.

"Promise? You're wrong, it's not me who makes the request, it's that she will definitely make the request, and then I will agree to her. Alright, don't ask, come with me into the synagogue. Yang Xiaoqian didn't explain to Su Yue where his judgment came from, turned around and walked straight to the Mongolian National Assembly Hall, because the Holy Clan did not have the ability to build a decent building in a short period of time, so the signing ceremony would be held in the National Assembly Hall on the site of the Mongolian National Palace.

The hall was crowded, the delegates had arrived early, most of them had come to make soy sauce, and the signing of the peace treaty was just a formality for them, and the real negotiations and treaties had already settled, and they were only here to share information, to explore secrets, and to share the honor of participating in a historic event.

In the area where the Chinese delegates were seated, the foreign minister sat in the chief and listened to the simultaneous interpretation of the speeches of the delegates through headphones. Behind him, fifty-seven veteran awakened people who had been in battle for a long time sat in three rows, their expressions were cold and full of battle spirit, and their momentum was as dignified as a real thing.

Su Yue was surprised to find that even Speaker Yu, who had always pursued to be different, had changed into the same black uniform, and the white embroidered badge on the collar of the uniform was no longer a cross sword, a ruling balance, a shield of guards, and a knight's spear, but was uniformly replaced with two Chinese characters: Yuanjiang.

Yuanjiang! Yuanjiang! Su Yue's heart was surging, not only did her hands clench into fists, but even her ten toes unconsciously bent and grabbed the soles of her shoes.

At this moment, outside the gate of the synagogue walked a figure wearing a gray-blue crown and a black and red stand-up collared robe, followed by a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes, followed by eight cardinals and forty-eight cardinals of the temple, hundreds of black-robed clergy and white-robed guards firmly surrounded the entrance of the hall, and fought with the armed guards.

"Heh, imitating the Catholic structure, and learning to be a stupid thing like four, without a pope, and a funny empress."

I don't know who scolded in the meeting, Wen Yan, who was wearing a crown, immediately turned his head to look over, his eyes were like electricity, there seemed to be thunder flashing in his eyes, and the suffocating coercion crashed into the area where the Huaxia delegation was located like a Tyrannosaurus rex.

As if a biting cold wind was blowing on her forehead, Su Yue couldn't suppress the fear in her heart, and subconsciously leaned back, her spine tightly pressed against the back of the seat, and then she saw President Yang and Speaker Yu get up at the same time, the sword roared melodiously, the black mist boiled, and the momentum of the two merged into one, blocking Wen Yan's terrifying gaze in front of her.

The noisy synagogue fell silent for a moment, and the members of the delegations closed their mouths tightly, carefully observing the battle of momentum between the three transcendents, but they could not see anything.

This invisible confrontation lasted for half a minute, and until Wen Yan opened his mouth to break the silence, no one could tell the victory.

"Yang Xiaoqian, we all know that this is just a formality, we signed the treaty just to give an explanation to history, and the real treaty has long been written into the algorithm, so skip these red tapes. Between us, there is still an account to be settled. ”

The words of Mandarin echoed in the auditorium, and the simultaneous interpreters did not dare to speak out.

"Oh, you're going to settle Chile's accounts with me, and I'm going to settle Yuanjiang's accounts with you." Yang Xiaoqian took out a cigarette in front of the delegations, put on the filter, grinned and asked, "What do you want to count?" ”

"Simple, fight. If you win me, I'll sign. If you can't win, I'll let your people pay for their lives. The battle intent in Wen Yan's eyes rose up, like a fire poured with boiling oil. Apparently without any movement, the floor beneath her feet began to shatter, and the cobweb-like cracks continued to spread outward, causing bursts of exclamations.

What should have been a solemn ceremony seems to have become a farce.

"Okay." Yang Xiaoqian nodded, Qi Lie, the god of war of flowing fire sitting beside him, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, lighting a cigarette for him, Su Yue stood up excitedly, and the two chains on his forehead flashed with dazzling light.

………………

The sound of the rain sounded in his ears, and Wen Yan slowly opened his eyes, and through the hair-thin rain curtain, he could see the famous large and small crosses around him.

Looking down, 240 meters above the ground, it stands out even in the dense forest-like high-rise buildings in the center of the city.

It's a familiar place.

Yuanjiang, International Trade Building.