Zhuang Yan glanced up at the camera and understood the reason for the obscurity of the Huaxia Republic. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the "Lucifer of the Container" is imprisoned in the container, the "container" made of this ultimate material allows the "prisoners" to live forever on Earth. The "container" that can withstand the fourth generation of nuclear strikes is simply armed with God and indestructible.

Obviously, they can run amok, but these "prisoners" chose to remain incognito. This made Zhuang Yan shudder. He remembered Lao Tzu's words written in the Tao Te Ching:

"Big sound. Elephants are invisible. ”

This is the strongest way that Lao Tzu advocates: to make the behemoth disappear, it takes countless means to control the transmission of information. So hiding and stealth, in itself, is a powerful proof. And stealth is also a means of maintaining power. As the source of instigation, it hides in the shadows, and only the "agents" are visible, so that it is never burdened by the results, but sits back and reaps all kinds of benefits. So there is the capital to do all kinds of evil.

Therefore, we can achieve the "do nothing and do nothing" that Lao Tzu admires. "Doing nothing" is the appearance of confusion, and "doing nothing" is the essence of harvest.

"How many such 'prisoners' are there in a 'container'?" Zhuang Yan grunted and asked dryly.

Richelieu pursed his lips lightly, and when he tilted his head to look at him, the golden bangs of Sanqi Kai swayed slightly, and his blue eyes loomed behind the flowing hair, and the autumn waves were faint: "Are you afraid?" ”

The blonde hair was close to her oval face, beautiful and full of concern. When Zhuang Yan saw Richelieu leaning over to look at him, the blue gold-painted collar was like a leaf protecting the buds, and the little skin exposed made him feel agitated, full of pride, and the male hormones in his body roared and galloped as if they had opened up the second vein of Ren Du.

"What am I afraid of? How many are there? Say. Zhuang Yan is arrogant and dry, swallowing mountains and rivers to drink tea.

Richelieu rested his hand on his knee and replied earnestly: "At least ten or more." ”

Zhuang Yan fainted on the sofa, as if he had been shot in the heart.

Richelieu stood up in a panic to help him, the saber rang out, and the person did not pass, Zhuang Yan bounced up, and shouted with a red face: "More than ten? Are you telling me that more than a dozen ambitious high-level civilization 'prisoners' have been dormant on the earth for more than 2,000 years, and today they have finally overthrown the theocratic oppression of the Catholic Church and established a financial empire that connects the world, and now they are going to do something against the Chinese Republic, and I am going to help you find that missing Michael, to stop everything that kills a thousand knives? ”

Richelieu held his mouth in his hands, "poof" and sat back on the sofa, his thin eyebrows frowned pitifully, he was so frightened that he had no master, and nodded: "Yes, yes, indeed!" Be sure to find Mistress Michael, because she prophesied the chaos of today, and she knows that a catastrophe is destined to happen, and only she can stop it! ”

Zhuang Yan was not convinced, he paced twice with his back hand anxiously, and when he heard the words, he leaned over and bent over and frowned, staring at the panicked Richelieu and asking, "How does she know?" On what basis did she prophesy all this! The power armor of the Spear of God is a technology that has been revealed, and Maozi has also begun to mass-produce power armor, but it is just a little rudimentary. I can even guess what she prophesied. ”

"No, Zhuang Yan, you can't despise her," Richelieu's face turned pale, and he suddenly stood up, straightened his arms, clenched his fists, and Zhuang Yan became a single knife, face to face, nose to nose, and shouted-for-tat: "She has been fighting with the enemy for two thousand years!" She knows those demons, Lucifer is a wise decision-maker, his strategy is magnificent, and he will not give the Huaxia Republic even a second of extra respite! Therefore, Mistress Michael has been paying attention to the progress of basic science, because she knows that as long as basic science advances to a certain extent, the first wave of 'technological explosion' will enter like a rainstorm and bloom everywhere! Lucifer will master the most cutting-edge technology, and take advantage of the gap in science and technology to seize the golden opportunity to completely solve the aftermath of World War II. ”

Richelieu blushed with excitement and panted with emotion, desperate to defend her faith. When she finished shouting, she was shocked by the crowd in the corridor, and several people curiously came to the door to eavesdrop and peek. Richelieu didn't care at all, his shoulders trembled slightly, his chest rose and fell, and he almost resisted Zhuang Yan.

The fragrant wind hit his face, but Zhuang Yan just nodded, kept nodding, touched his chin and turned away, paced around, and pointed his finger at Richelieu: "Okay, okay." Don't leave today, tell me clearly, what is so good about the Michael you believe in, and what else did she prophesy besides those pediatrics? ”

She said that a paramilitary organization with the latest technology and unlimited financial resources will emerge as agents to carry out the devil's strategy in an orderly manner as the spearhead of the anti-Catholic Church. Richelieu's red lips trembled slightly, and he opened his lips to recite. She was obviously very angry, but she tried her best to restrain herself, and she answered seriously whatever Zhuang Yan asked her to say.

If others had made a lot of nonsense in front of her to slander the "righteous Michael", it is estimated that Richelieu would have drawn his sword against her.

"Good. The Spear of God stabbed the North American Federation in the back, snatched the light of judgment and fired the first shot of the new year, burying people's treasures along the way. She's right about this, but what else? Zhuang Yan chattered, "Tell me something I don't know!" ”

Richelieu shook a little, Sakura's lips trembled for a while, her pretty face suddenly became resolute and awe-inspiring, and she raised her eyebrows and spit out words: "The Third World War will start this month." This is the final conclusion left by Master Michael before he lost contact. That's what you don't know, Zhuang Yan. Can you explain it to me? ”

Zhuang Yan, who was pacing back and forth, suddenly stood there without moving, his hands petrified, and his mouth slightly open to stare at Richelieu. He saw that the strong girl had gradually calmed down, and her supple blonde hair was softly sprinkled on the golden spike epaulettes, and fell in front of the cherry red ribbon, as quiet as the morning light in an oil painting. Her thin eyebrows were flat, her pretty face returned to serenity, her long eyelashes did not blink, and she looked at him seriously, as if she was resolutely ready to fight for justice, no matter what Zhuang Yan answered.

"Leave at the end of this month." Zhuang Yan was dry-mouthed and emphasized bitterly, "There are only 25 days left." ”

"Lucifer's planning is as precise as a mechanical clock, and he doesn't waste a second." Richelieu raised his hand gracefully, and the gentle autumn waves moistened the petrified Zhuang Yan, and said softly: "I told you when I first saw you, this is the last war on earth. I need you, Zhuang Yan, to end it with me, okay? ”

Zhuang Yan looked down at her hand hanging in the air, her elegant gesture was like an invitation from a rumba partner, her long white gloves were spotless, and the blue cavalry sleeves inside were close to her skin, slender and weak. These slender arms will lift the fate of the earth. But she is willing to go all out and has no regrets ever since.

The tip of his nose was involuntarily moved, and he couldn't say any extra words, gritted his teeth, mechanically handed her a hand to hold, and apologized unbearably with compassion on his face: "I'm sorry I once scolded you for being insane...... Now I think it would be nice if you were really insane. ”

Richelieu's pretty face stiffened, no holiness at all, cold sweat flowed down, his eyebrows twisted awkwardly, his gaze drifted, and he scratched his face and laughed embarrassedly: "You are so humorous, haha, haha...... Humph......"

Zhuang Yan hurriedly explained: "I mean, if you are insane, then the world war or something is crazy, so it's good if you are sick...... No, I mean......" He felt sorry for her in private, but his mouth was incoherent.

Richeliu saw that he was flustered, but his beautiful eyes bent, he smiled understandingly, held the knife on his waist, gently pinched his hand, lowered his head and kissed, and pecked the back of his hand with a dragonfly, and the soft and warm lips made Zhuang Yan's ring finger tremble.

She raised her head and said solemnly with joy and longing: "Thank you for accepting all this and letting us fight to protect our homeland." (To be continued.) )