Back in the car, Xia Shichang just said lightly: "If they really had that god, the temple wouldn't have been broken like this." ”

Now, of course, he also means this, there is only one god on the planet Greis, so fighting for God is the only meaning of God's believer's life.

"I'm tired, don't wake me up!" Xia Shichang closed his eyes again.

He had been planning for this operation for five years, like pouring oil on a floor covered with dry wood, just waiting for the lightning bolt in the sky to cause a fire that would consume the evil and filth of the world and restore the kingdom of God to their gods.

It's just that this road is not destined to be so easy, the calm before the storm is the best description, only the most careful plan can have the most perfect ending, those people in the green camp are not so reliable, and the military force maintained by the energy business cannot last too long in front of a stronger force, so he has to arrange future hiding places in these places in advance, and this inspection is to confirm that the previous information is accurate.

Xia Shichang knew that the people of the Mada Federation had begun to pay attention to him, in fact, he had been the focus of BCI's surveillance in the past ten years, so he needed dozens of stand-ins to hide his whereabouts in various places.

It's ridiculous to think about it, these were originally friends of the Mada Federation, whether it was himself or the Green Battalion, they had received a considerable amount of activity funds from BCI's account to train personnel to fight against Daubers and Zion, but now that the planet Grims has changed, the Daubs have made friends with the Mada Federation, and they have to stand in the foreground to be the enemies of the Mada Federation.

The Mada Federation does need another enemy to show their presence and the posture of the world's powerhouses.

Both he and the tenants in the Blue Temple know this, every period the Mada Federation needs an enemy who seems to be more evil but weaker than himself to purge the opposition forces in the country and fight for the best interests of those powerful people, but who is using whom this time? Perhaps only the results will tell.

Xia Shichang's car moved forward on the tattered road. Raising high yellow dust, the people in the car staggered and fell asleep.

The small man secretly looked at the leader from the rearview mirror, and the tall man seemed to be asleep.

In the dream, there was a strange smile on his face.

Blood shrouded the city, countless tall buildings collapsed in the fireball, and people cried helplessly in the ashes. Scattered and fled, lightning split the blood clouds in the sky and slammed into the ground, and the products of those super civilizations lost their gravity like dust and floated into the sky, dead or alive, like discarded pieces of paper.

The time has entered the late September of the Glysian ephemeris, and summer is still reluctant to put away its tail, and the July fire means that the heat dissipates, and the thunderous rain has not appeared for a long time.

It's a pity that in this city where politics is the main industry. Most of the people on the street have the title of some kind of government on them, and they never have a moment of calm, but only a large, templated work report.

The red, white and blue banner of the Heavenly Walk Road is still fluttering in the air at a height of 100 meters, and the door of the Blue Hall is as lively as ever.

The cleaners looked at the place with a smile, waiting for the time when the crowd would disappear, and the sweeper behind them had already prepared huge trash cans, more than enough for those disposable lunch boxes.

The chengguan in big caps sat idly on the steps, smoking after-dinner cigarettes serenely, and they looked at the people who were eating from time to time. The expressions are friendly, and no one bothers the office workers to enjoy their meals. This is a tacit understanding, and it is also a manifestation of civilized law enforcement, which has been emphasized by Blake since taking office.

The doorman had a gun in his arms, but milk and a hamburger in his hand, and they also had to hurry up and replenish their energy, according to today's arrangement. At half past nine, two groups will come here to protest and demonstrate.

In fact, they had already found that the long banners, huge trumpets and signs with large letters written on them were placed on the grass behind the breakfast stall opposite, and the people who were ready to demonstrate were sitting on the ground, discussing and sharing enthusiastically, and they did not look very anxious.

In fact, they had to wait for the media reporters to set up the camera positions before they could start protesting. Keeping a low profile is not the form of protest demonstrations. In fact, journalists are human beings, and they have to eat, so there is plenty of time for these people.

This is a new day in the Blue Temple.

"Wow! What a great day! From a corner of the white building came an enthusiastic shout, the voice of the president.

Today's weather is very good, looking out from the office of the President of the Blue Temple, the huge canopy of trees blocks the view of the road, and thousands of square meters of green grass are exuding a strong fragrance.

Blake pushed open the window to fill the room with the smell, the sun shining on the polished floor and reflecting off the opposite wall, leaning against the window in his pajamas, watching the new entertainment edition of Global News Online.

Although he has been in office for almost a year, every day is like a new day, and the life of the office is just one floor away from the bedroom is not suitable for an adventurous person like him, who would prefer to sit on a low-altitude shuttle every day to deal with these so-called national affairs.

I carefully read the newspaper several times, and lamented that the content of the entertainment edition was not exciting enough.

Thirty minutes later, he arrived at his desk refreshed, having changed into a formal suit.

The desk was clean, except for the left letter basket full of personal letters and notes to him, turning on the holographic projection, frowning in disgust as he looked at the familiar electronic patterns, and slammed the projection off with the remote control as if staring at a pile of trouble.

After a while, Wang Yongjie came in, it was the assistant to the president.

"What's on the agenda today?"

"Mr. President, the Long Island Special Envoy is here." Wang Yongjie flipped through his notebook and said, "He has been waiting for forty minutes." ”

No one else can be seen, but the envoy of Long Island must be seen, because there is a lot to be gained from such a communication every time.

"Let him in."

A slightly thin man with a half-bald head was brought in, and Blake stood up from behind the table and bowed in from the envoy.

When the top of his shiny head was facing him, Blake's heart also felt a wave of discomfort at the same time.

Although he is a special envoy to Long Island, he looks like an alien who has just come out of the desert and speaks fluent diplomatic language, but when he introduces himself, he only briefly says his name and admiration for President Black.

Unfortunately, Blake didn't remember the other party's name.

Two meters away from the desk, there is a guest sofa, which has thousands of years of history.

Blake leaned back on the couch in a posture that was almost recumbent, while the Long Island envoy opposite him put his feet together with hypocritical eyes, leaning slightly away from the back of the couch. (To be continued.) )