It's really just to deliver messages, not to be lobbyists. After seeing that Ah Cuo was unimpressed, he took the initiative to change the topic, took a large envelope from the hands of the people around him, and then handed the envelope to Ah Cuo, and said with a smile: "I also just learned the news of your wedding, and I have nothing to prepare." It's too cheesy to send money directly, it just so happens that the yacht I ordered has just been launched, and I hope you and your wife will not get seasick. ”

Inside the envelope was the yacht's transfer documents, looking at the long list of zeros on the price catalog. After hesitating for a moment, he felt that the gift was too heavy and was about to return it, when Sun Desheng in the back suddenly reached out behind him and put away the envelope for him: "My uncle's little heart, you can't wipe your face, little man." It's not that I said, my uncle's family background is much thicker than yours. Take what you're giving you, and wait for you to take your younger siblings out to sea to fish in the future......"

After saying that, Sun Desheng also knew that he had confided, and looking at the sad expression on Ah Cuo's face, the fat man immediately came back with his words: "But then again, my uncle, when I got married, why did you wrap a red envelope of 200 yuan, and you brought a little 100 people to eat me." Co-authored a talent with two dollars? ”

"That's for your good," said to Sun Desheng with a smile: "At that time, you were also a deputy director, and I was afraid that you would be beaten as a tiger if you received more gifts." Besides, at that time, you just took more than 100 million orders from my hands, do you still care about that bit of gift money? ”

Just when the two of them were talking, it was time to hold the ceremony, and under the witness of relatives and friends, Ah Cuo and Lu Chenyu, who was still in a coma, had a prince and sleeping beauty-like wedding.

At the same time as the wedding ceremony began, in the conference room of a building in another city, several people were meeting to discuss something. Sitting in the chair of the meeting was Victor, his face was a little pale, and he looked at a white-haired old man with a solemn expression and said, "Now all the evidence has shown that Lu Chenyu has transmitted the ability of memory to Lin Cuo, plus Lin Cuo's previous ability to copy. After calculation, if no special means are used, the probability of solving the forest error is infinitely close to zero......"

Before he could finish his words, a bald man on the other side got up and said to the old man, "Mr. William, I want to come again James. A nuclear strike like Cook's Asyllable? You know, after that time, our relationship with the United States fell to its lowest point ever. And now that Lin Cuo himself is on the mainland of the United States, do you want to carry out another positioning nuclear strike there? ”

"I'm just going to explain the facts to everyone here," the old man glanced at the bald man a little helplessly, and continued: "And it's still an incomplete fact, we have to face the almost endless abilities of Lin Cuo's body, even if we really want to use a positioning nuclear strike, we have to deal with Andreas before. Monroe, like that, forced him to stop time twice in a row. However, Lin Cuo is not Monroe's only one ability, and I really can't imagine how much manpower and material resources are needed, and how much sacrifice is required to meet this plan. ”

At this point, the old man paused, his gaze swept over the faces of everyone present, and then continued: "Although I don't want to admit it, I still have to say that even if all the conditions are met, there is no guarantee that this plan will be successful. There is evidence that Lin Cuo has disappeared for a few short periods, and no one is sure if he has mastered any other abilities. If there is, then the variable is too great. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he sat down again, and everyone present did not say a word, and the atmosphere seemed unusually depressing. After a few minutes of coldness, a middle-aged woman sitting next to Victor took a deep breath, and then said to the old man who had just spoken: "Mr. William, is there really no possibility of reversing the defeat?" We still have Mr. Hemmer and Mr. Spencer, both of whom have the ability to eliminate and immunize abilities, and the addition of other abilities should increase the odds of solving Lin Wrong, right? ”

The old man spread his hands with some regret, and then said to the middle-aged woman: "It's a pity, Ms. Hathaway, Lin Cuo can also copy these two abilities. And we've experimented that Mr. Hymer's immunity is not affected by Mr. Spencer's ability. In other words, after copying Mr. Hymer's ability, Lin Cuo can use the ability to kill Mr. Spencer. ”

After being silent for a long time, the middle-aged woman muttered, "Isn't there a chance to resolve this crisis?" Is there any news from Mr. Return? Maybe Lin Cuo has already agreed to the conditions we offered......"

"Only an idiot would agree to this condition." After the bald man who had refuted the old man just now, he looked at the middle-aged woman who was a little overwhelmed and explained, "I'm sorry, Ms. Hathaway, you just transferred from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and you don't know the current situation. The situation is very bad now, and after Lin Tso appeared, our position and that of the dark night have been reversed. Unless there is an unexpected event that affects the overall situation, there is no possibility of a turnaround if we continue like this. ”

"There has been an unexpected event that can affect the overall situation...... Hathaway frowned, and suddenly seemed to understand something, she involuntarily glanced at Victor, who was silent in the chairman's position, and swallowed the rest of the words back into her stomach.

"What Mr. Anderson means is that I should be handed over to Lin Cuo now. In this case, you can still wag your tail and beg for mercy in the shadow of the night......" Victor, who had not spoken all this time, finally couldn't help but continue to speak: "Then now the gentlemen and ladies here can vote, and those who think that they can hand me over to the dark night in exchange for your comfortable life, you can raise your hand......"

After saying this, no one in the audience made any moves, and the scene continued to be deserted. After seeing that no one had any objections, Victor sneered, and just when he wanted to say something more, the bald man who had just spoken slowly raised his left hand at this time.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Victor," the bald man continued, shrugging his shoulders at Victor, "You know that we have no personal grudges between us, and I am doing this for the sake of our common faith. Without sacrifice, our cause will not move forward. ”

"So you gave me the responsibility of sacrifice, didn't you?" Victor sneered, then turned his gaze on the faces of the others before continuing, "Is there anyone else who thinks the same way as Mr. Anderson?" ”

After saying this, several people raised their hands one after another. Although not all the participants raised their hands, it was enough to pass the standard of the half. After seeing that most of the people had raised their hands, the bald man named Anderson took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket and said to the people who were already waiting outside the conference room, "You can come in and take Mr. Victor away." ”

As he spoke, the door to the conference room had opened, and several men in black suits walked in. The first one walked up to Victor and said to him politely, "Mr. Victor, we will send you back to your office now, where you can wait for the other gentlemen to make a final decision." ”

At this time, the bald man also stood up, and he walked to an empty seat next to the chairman's seat and sat down. Looking at the expressionless Victor, he said, "Mr. Victor, because you have been hiding the truth that you are a member of the Apocalypse List, we have fallen into this unfavorable situation. As one of the leaders of the Mossad, you should take responsibility for this unfavorable situation. However, we will take care of the face of the Mossad and will not take the initiative to hand you over to the people of the night, as for the rest of the matter...... Good luck......"

When he said this, Victor, who had been expressionless, suddenly smiled, looked at the bald man and said, "Mr. Anderson, do you know why you have never been able to sit in my position?" Because my realm is different from yours, your thoughts are still at the level of self-preservation,......"