Tiantong Ju Zhicheng is a very contradictory person, he is the assistant of the Holy Son of Heaven, he is in the highest position of a politician, and he is also the grandfather of Mu Geng.

In the early years, his cherished wife died unexpectedly due to an invasion of intestines. As a result, he has a great dislike for protozoa, and the cursed son who has the blood of protozoa.

For this reason, he has been secretly opposing the new law enacted by the Son of Heaven—a new law giving the cursed son human rights.

It's not that he is a female minister because of this, but while he opposes the new bill, he also loves the Son of Heaven very much.

For him, love and rebellion are irrelevant. He never had the idea of betrayal, but simply hated some of the actions of the Son of Heaven.

Tiantong Ju Zhicheng snorted coldly, and focused his attention on the battlefield, and the machine army pushed all the way, and everywhere he went, the original intestine died violently.

"Don't worry, even if the araguts gather together to fight back, under the torrent of steel, there will be no waves." The president smiled and said, "Besides, it's good that they don't gather, but once they do...... Please look at ......."

The turtle-shaped machine projection appeared: "Don't think it's just a decoration, it's one of the strongest aggressive machines, and the one that likes the aragut to gather together."

The turtle shell is filled with a sub-munition, and the mother bullet is filled with a special bullet - a shrapnel bullet.

Because it is specially made, the steel balls inside are all concentrated holmium shells, and the explosion power is hundreds of times greater than the normal power.

The lethality is very impressive.

"Gollum..." While everyone was nervously watching this war about the fate of mankind, a major event occurred in the main universe that was enough to turn the entire world upside down.

"You have to think clearly, Thomas Wayne......" Arthur stood outside the villa, facing the amber glittering sea, feeling the salty sea breeze, and whispered to Thomas Wayne, a gray-haired man kneeling on the grass behind him.

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A week ago –

Stretching out in the blue sea as far as the eye can see, a private yacht is speeding across the sea.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed color, the wind blew fiercely, the dark clouds condensed, obscuring the sun, thunder bursts, and arcs of lightning snaked like silver snakes in the clouds.

The sea rolled up waves, wave after wave, wave after wave, with the sudden torrential rain constantly hitting the private yacht, making a dense sound. Make it difficult for private yachts to move an inch, and they do not advance but retreat.

This abnormal phenomenon made the man in the cockpit ecstatic.

He looked down at the coordinates on the map, convinced that something must be there, and he ignored the rapid rhythm of the waves and the danger of the wind, and drove at full speed.

Thundered!

The loud noise prompted the man to look up, and a hundred-foot-high wave came right ahead.

It is menacing, emitting the unique roar of the sea, venting to the world, which makes people shudder.

"Falk ......" only let out a reluctant sound, and then the huge waves crashed heavily on the private yacht, and in an instant, the yacht flipped and was swept into it by the huge waves.

The huge impact smashed the glass and washed over the man, causing the man to pass out on the spot and sink into the depths of the sea.

The private yacht slowly sank to the bottom of the sea, the torrential rain stopped, the wind subsided, the sky gradually cleared, and the sea returned to its former calm.

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"......" The man opened his eyes, the white ceiling came into view, he raised his right hand, put the back of his hand on his forehead, frowned, and felt as if his brain was about to tear apart.

Turning his head to look around, he found that the room was not very large, and the statement was very simple, with a single style, except for the bed under him, only the bedside table next to the bed remained.

On the bedside table were an iron cup, a few shells, a few books......

Looking back, the man closed his eyes and began to recall with his heavy brain, and he remembered that he seemed to have been shipwrecked......

And then...... Then he fainted

And then there's now, a strange room.

Was it ...... saved?

The man thought so, relieved for a while, and when his head was not so painful, he sat up with his hands supporting his body, and the plain cloth covering his body slid down on his abdomen, he looked down at the plain clothes and pants on his body, lifted the cloth and turned his body to sit on the eaves of the bed.

After a few seconds of pause, he stepped barefoot on the ground, leaned against the wall, and approached the door weakly.

Opening the door, the first thing that catches his eye is a pale green sofa, followed by a calendar hanging on the wall on the sofa, he walked out of the bedroom and looked around the hall left and right, the same plain.

"Haha......" Outside, the sound of children laughing was heard, and he first felt his body, then adjusted his direction, and staggered to the sofa.

In just a few steps, he found that his body seemed to be extremely weak, as if he had not received nourishment for several days.

He threw himself down on the couch, and before he could turn his body, an exclamation sounded: "Hey! You're awake!"

The man was vigilant, turned his head to look, and a burly man put down the tool in his hand, strode forward, flipped him over, and sat upright: "You finally woke up, you have been in a coma for several days."

Listening to the familiar and unfamiliar accent, the man coughed lightly and said in Chinese, "Where is this? Where am I? Who are you?"

As a business tycoon, it is necessary common sense to do business with many people and be familiar with many Chinese.

"This is the island, my name is Buck, what's your name? What should I call you?" Buck asked.

"Island ......," the man pondered, had he been washed up on an island, "My name is Thomas Wayne."

Mutter~

As soon as the words fell, Thomas's belly made a protest sound, Buck suddenly let go of the hand holding Thomas, walked quickly to the corner, and picked up the basket on the refrigerator: "What do you want to eat?" Is bread good?"

"Okay......" Thomas took the basket, hugged it, picked up a piece of cold bread inside, thanked him, and then took a big bite and chewed it carefully.

While Thomas was recuperating, Buck entered another room and walked out with his folded clothes a few moments later.

He put his clothes on the couch: "This is the clothes you had when you came, because they were wet, so I washed them for you."

"Thank you—" Thomas swallowed his bread hard, "Is there any water?"

Buck was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly, "Yes... Yes... Yes." He opened the refrigerator cabinet, looked at the only five bottles of milk left in it, hesitated, took out two bottles, opened them with the corkscrew on the refrigerator, and gave them to him.

Seeing Thomas gobbling up, Buck couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "I'm so hungry... After all, I haven't eaten for three days..."

It's not that he hasn't eaten, and Buck has fed Thomas milk in the past three days.

And Thomas didn't know, so he only ate a slice of bread, drank half a bottle of milk, and stopped eating.