December 25, 2020 at 7 a.m.

Under the command of Cheng Mo, the convoy passed through a short section of snowfield, broke through the guardrail and boarded Highway No. 7. On Christmas Eve, when there was not a single car on the highway and the one-way four-lane road was extremely wide, Cheng Mo gave all vehicles an order to speed 220 kilometers per hour through the "Chosen One System", and the convoy began to drive along Highway No. 7 towards the front.

Finally didn't have to feel the bumps on the snow field with poor road conditions, Fu Yuanzhuo reluctantly adjusted his sitting posture, then took off the helmet on his head, and said with a long sigh .....of relief: "I didn't expect that I would experience war in my lifetime" Thinking of the senior brother who died just now, Fu Yuanzhuo's expression was a little gloomy, he reached out and touched the Uloporos and badge in his pocket, and regretted that he didn't even ask the other party's name. However, Fu Yuanzhuo did not mention the meaning of his senior brother to increase the sad atmosphere, but complained, "Mi Guoyan, this is crazy, right? With so many troops and weapons on the Danish and German borders, this is the rhythm of a world war!"

"Normal! Mi Guoyan has always liked to stir up trouble. If it hadn't been for Cheng Mohe's timely arrival, it is estimated that we would have been planted in the camp of the mobile force! At that time, when the Mi army's vehicles could not be used and the exoskeleton was not destroyed, I was really desperate....." He Muxian said.

Tang Xiaospoon smiled and said, "At that time, you wouldn't be thinking about such a miserable thing as being a C man, right?"

He Muxian was squeezed to the car window, and said with a very resentful expression: "I was thinking that I was still complaining that it was too hard to take the car in the morning, and I didn't want to take the car anymore, and I was crazy about not having a car at night.... Now it's squeezed like this..... I still feel really happy..... Oh, I still can't escape the law of true fragrance!"

Even if the space of the Land Rover Defender is not small, the five people sitting in the back row are very cramped, plus He Muxian, who loves fitness, is relatively strong, at this moment he has to occupy most of the territory in a position alone, in order not to affect others, he can only lean on the door and window as much as possible, fortunately Cheng Mo, Xie Minyun, Fu Yuanzhuo and Tang Xiaospoon are relatively thin, otherwise the five people will not be able to squeeze in.

The soup spoon that was sandwiched between Fu Yuanzhuo and He Muxian leaned over, rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not happy at all, I'm about to be sandwiched into a meatloaf by the two of you!"

He Muxian looked sideways at Tang Xiaospoon and Fu Yuanzhuo, and said with a wicked smile: "I think you can try to sit on Fu Yuanzhuo's lap, so that it won't be so crowded! Everyone can sit comfortably.....

"It's too much!He Muxian, what are you talking about?" Fu Yuanzhuo said, "Why don't you let Tang Xiaospoon sit on your lap?"

"What do you mean, you dislike me?" Tang Xiaospoon turned his head and glared angrily at Fu Yuanzhuo.

Fu Yuanzhuo hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, there is absolutely no dislike ....."

"I said Fu Yuanzhuo! Everyone is in society, in this case, talk and do things casually, there is no need to care about those who have it or not! Why not let Tang Xiaospoon sit down?" He Muxian said.

Fu Yuanzhuo scoffed: "Who is in society? Who is in society, I am one of the five good young people of Tsinghua University, and the male god in the minds of thousands of girls..."

"Uh? Just a playboy with a silver-like pewter gun head like you also says that he is a male god? You look like a scumbag in the middle of a thousand flowers that doesn't stick to a leaf, okay?" Tang Xiaospoon sneered.

"If you don't investigate, you don't have the right to speak, why don't you try to say that Fu Yuanzhuo is a silver-like pewter spear head!?" After a pause, He Muxian said ambiguously, "Could it be that you have already tried the law with Tang Xiaoscoop?"

Tang Xiaospoon said with a big grin: "I want to try it, I guess Fu Yuanzhuo doesn't have the guts!"

"Hey, Fu Yuanzhuo, Tang Xiaospoon has already spoken, are you a man?" Although He Muxian was stimulating Fu Yuanzhuo, there was a trace of imperceptible loss in his expression.

Fu Yuanzhuo is not Cheng Mo, how can he pay attention to so many details, and hurriedly retorted: "Damn! How can I not be a man? I am definitely more expensive than your brother If I am a man....."

"You're already driving a little too fast!" Jin Zihan couldn't help but say, "You still have to pay attention to the presence of a lady." ”

Leaving Christianfield, everyone was in fear, everyone was like a string about to break, as if they would collapse at the slightest pressure, but they persevered again and again in desperate situations without collapsing. Now Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun's two stable thighs have kept up with the team, and everyone has grabbed the car and gotten on the highway, and everything seems to be fine, so the mood has relaxed a lot.

This made Jin Zihan, who had been frightened all the way, also regained some vitality and was interested in interjecting and chatting.

"What kind of driving is this?" said Tang Xiaoscoo, "and some of the girls in our dormitory are scary when they drive cars.....

After a few people chatting and chatting all day, only Gu Feifei, who was driving, secretly glanced at Cheng Mo through the rearview mirror, and found that he was staring out the window with a serious face, and couldn't help but guess what Cheng Mo was thinking at the moment, and then thought about what happened inside after everyone in the "Land of Asgardian Ruins" was forced offline?

Gu Feifei really wanted to find an excuse to talk to Cheng Mo, but he couldn't pull it off after hearing about the situation. Just as he was struggling, he heard Instructor Bai ask in the chat room of the Chosen One's system, "Where are we?"

It is clear that the white instructor has returned to his ontology.

At this time, Cai Shufeng replied first: "Originally, I was going to St. Peter Alding Port, but Team Leader Cheng felt that the Chang'an ship couldn't reach St. Peter Alding Port, and now I don't know where to take us!"

"Team Leader, Cheng Mo?" Bai Xiuxiu was a little surprised, she didn't know that Cheng Mo had returned to the team.

Several people in the carriage stopped chatting and turned their heads to look at Cheng Mo, and even Jin Zihan turned his head.

Cheng Mo calmly replied in the chat room: "Well, I decided not to go to the port of St. Peter Oldin. ”

"Well done! I'll have a private chat with you. Bai Xiuxiu said in the chat group.

"Looks like we can't go to Port St. Peter Aldin!" Jin Zihan sighed, "I really don't know if we can go back now!"

There was an oppressive silence in the carriage again, except for the engine and the windshield wipers.

Cheng Mo received a private message from Bai Xiuxiu and asked, "Where are we now?"

"On the Highway 7 to Hamburg. It's about a twenty-minute drive from Hamburg. Cheng Mo replied.

"How did you know we were going to Hamburg?" Bai Xiuxiu asked a little suspiciously, she felt that Xie Guangling should not have told Xie Minyun and Cheng Mo in advance.

"I don't know, I just think that the Chang'an ship can't get close to the port of St. Peter Aldin, we should go to a larger city to have a chance to escape the pursuit of the Mi army. ”

Bai Xiuxiu didn't speak immediately, and said after a while: "It's a very correct decision, we want to go to Paris through Hamburg, and then leave by plane from Paris." If all goes well and you can return home safely, you will definitely be the first to do this Operation Asgardian Dream. And also..... Congratulations..... Got the 'Singer's Horn'......."

"I don't care about the credit or the singer's horn, I just want to make you happy. It's a pity that there is only one 'Singer's Horn', and it is an exclusive item for angels, so it seems that I can only owe you a Christmas gift. ”

"You don't owe me any gifts, I've already received an incredible surprise, if it weren't for the conditions, I would definitely give you a good hug. ”

Bai Xiuxiu's chuckle went straight to Da Mo's mind through the Chosen One system, and Cheng Mo could even see Bai Xiuxiu's sweet and seductive smile, and he said, "Hugs are not enough, remember what you promised me." ”

However, when Cheng Mo said this, Bai Xiuxiu did not reply to him, Cheng Mo was not a stalker, he believed that Bai Xiuxiu was not a person who broke his word, so he did not ask. It didn't take long for Xie Minyun to also return to his body and wake up from Cheng Mo's arms. Keenly aware that Xie Minyun's expression seemed to be a little dignified, Cheng Mo immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Xie Minyun shook his head: "It's nothing." Then she turned her head to look at Cheng Mo and whispered, "I saw my uncle in the Mijun camp just now, and he gave us a wedding gift......

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December 25, 2020 Christmas Day 7:15pm.

The night in Paris is a little quieter than usual, and although the Champs-Élysées is still brightly lit, all the shops are closed, and only the windows are still glowing with drunkenness. The streets of Paris are sparsely populated, with only a few tourists flocking to the Eiffel Tower or Place de la Victory to watch the annual illuminations. This year's light show is longer than in previous years, starting at 7 o'clock and ending at 9:30, and the wonderful light show combined with the drone show made everyone present fascinated, and many people took out their mobile phones to record and take pictures.

As for the vast majority of Europa and French people, they stay at home during this most important holiday, just as the Chinese people reunite at home for the Chinese New Year, and Westerners naturally gather at home for Christmas to eat turkey and exchange gifts.

The same is true of Daiva, of course, but this year the Napoleonic family's mansion on the outskirts of Paris is a little deserted, with the huge dining room brightly lit, silver cutlery and crystal wine glasses complementing each other, and the long dining table is full of food, but only Daiva and her mother are sitting at the table.

For young people, in addition to gifts can surprise people, Christmas is actually very boring, and there is no family program like the "Spring Festival Gala" in the West to watch, so you can only eat and chat while swiping your mobile phone.

After eating two bites of Christmas salmon, Dava felt a little full, glanced at the empty restaurant, and saw that her mother was picking up a knife and fork to eat elegantly, Dava picked up a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, turned her head and asked the person standing behind: "Morris, where is my brother? What is he going to do?

Morris, who was wearing a tuxedo, replied in a low voice, "Miss Dava, the young master has a very important matter to deal with temporarily. ”

"Oh my God, is there anything more important in the world than spending Christmas with your family?" said Dava, shrugging her shoulders.

"Don't be unreasonable, your brother is not like you is an idler!" said to Daiwa's mother, looking up and saying to Daiwa solemnly.

"What's the big deal! Isn't it just a chosen one!" Dai Wa pouted and whispered, seeing her mother glaring at her, she took out her mobile phone and flipped through FB, and found that no one had updated her status today, she guessed that maybe it was because of Christmas, so she said to herself, "In previous years, everyone would take some photos and send blessings on Christmas, but this year it seems that there are a lot fewer people......"

"Maybe it's a little tired of the internet. The mother replied disapprehantly, "You too, less addicted to those social networks." ”

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to show off my life!" Daeva said dissatisfied, and then she opened Twitter to see what the news was, and found "France One" It was on the hot search, she was very strange why such a TV station with nothing to see was on the hot search, and quickly clicked on the live broadcast link, and saw a strangely dressed Santa Claus standing in the news live broadcast room, the reason why he was strange was because he was wearing Santa Claus's clothes, but his face was painted with white paint, painted with smoky makeup like panda eyes, and he also used lipstick to turn his mouth into a catfish mouth, and the corners of his lips were cracked to the side of his cheeks.

This weird shape immediately reminded Daeva of the famous character "Joker" in "Batman".

The clown, dressed as Santa Claus, was sitting in front of the anchor desk, next to which was a red burlap bag, like Santa's bag for gifts, and in the background was the grand fireworks of the Eiffel Tower.

A hoarse voice came from his phone, "Good evening, everyone! I'm the news anchor the Clown Sith tonight!" he smacked his mouth, patted the red cloth bag next to him, and grinned, "You can call me too—" "Destiny Delivery!"

"It looks interesting, is it the latest reality show on France One?" Daeva muttered to herself, then turning up her voice.

"It's a pleasure to be here in Paris today!" Sith the Clown waved his fist, "Paris is a very, very great city, and the reason why I say it's great is not because there is Versailles, there is Notre Dame Cathedral, there is the Eiffel Tower, but because there are great people here!"

Suddenly, the Sith the Clown jumped onto his chair, raised his hands in the air, and made an abrupt gesture of celebration.

"I'm sorry! I'm a little excited! I can't help but tremble at the thought of what is going to happen next!" the Clown Sith laughed maniacally, hammering the table with an irrepressible maniac laugh, as if someone had forcibly tickled it.

"What are you looking at? so noisy?" asked the mother, frowning.

"It's nothing! It's probably the movie trailer for "Joker 2", the same movie that won an Oscar last year and depicts the boring people at the bottom suffering from infinite malice!"

Daeva was about to turn off the video, but the clown Sith sitting in front of the anchor desk seemed to have turned off the switch called "crazy", and suddenly read aloud in a serious anchor tone: "The history of the development of human civilization is actually the history of the development of cities." Whether it's London, New York, Tokyo, Shanghai or Paris, it's all built on war and corpses. Interestingly, these world-famous cities happen to symbolize civilization. People linger on the gentlemanly demeanor of city men, linger on the evening dresses of city girls, linger on afternoon tea and bars, linger on luxury cars and convenient transportation, linger on towering buildings and colorful neon. But he never lowered his head to look at the violence on which the civilized life of the city rests. Behind the gentlemanly demeanor is the never-ending bloody war in England, behind the textiles are the women workers and girls who become low-value consumables in the harsh environment, behind the afternoon tea and alcohol are the coffee, sugar and vineyards planted by the slave owners, behind the luxury cars and traffic are the blood and tears of countless white, black and Chinese laborers, and the buildings and the colorful neon that rise from the ground have never had anything to do with the workers who built them—they are all humble victims. ”

"We always only praise the convenience and greatness brought by industrialization, but deliberately ignore the pain it brings. Like the sewers in the city, it is so important, yet so disgusting, because it is filthy, dangerous, and unsettling. But the city can't get out of the sewers. We, we poor and humble laborers, are the sewers of the city!"

The Clown Sith jumped up again, this time not in a chair, but on the anchor desk, waving his hands like a passionate orator, chanting aloud in a very demagogic and high-spirited voice: "I, like the vast majority of people, come from the working class." From an early age, I was ambitious, enthusiastic, and idealistic, and my only childhood wish was to achieve my ambitions. But I grew up in a shallow, vulgar, uneducated, and uneducated environment. I don't have much to look up to, just look up to the upper class. My social status is at the bottom. At the bottom of social life, both physically and mentally are filthy and miserable. It is a place of physical and mental suffering and hunger. ”

"Standing above me is the majestic edifice of society. I knew that the only way out was to climb hard. So, since I was a child, I was determined to climb up. In high society, men wore black coats with hard-chested shirts underneath, and women were even more beautiful and extraordinary. They eat delicacies from the mountains and the sea, and they are inexhaustible. Their material life is abundant, and their spiritual aspects are also fulfilling. I know that everyone in the upper class of society has selfless sentiments, pure and noble thoughts, and sharp minds. I know all this, because the characters I read in the "Seaside Books" are, apart from the villains and the crooks, all the men and women who are pure in thought, elegant in speech, and noble in their behavior. All in all, just as I believe that the sun will rise in the morning, I am convinced that in the upper classes everything is good, noble, elegant, and that life is decent and dignified. All this gives meaning and value to life, and personal toil and misfortune are rewarded and compensated. ”

"But it is not easy for a man to climb up from the ranks of the working class! My family lives on a farm in California, and where can I find a ladder to climb up? I was at a loss! I started asking about interest rates on investments very early on. As far as a child's thinking can be, it took a lot of effort to figure out the beauty of such a brilliant human invention as 'compound interest'. Next, I figured out the difference in prevailing wages for workers of different ages and their cost of living. From these data, I have come to the conclusion that if I start working and saving at once, and work until I am 50 years old, I will no longer be able to work, and at the same time I will be able to share in the affluent conditions of the superior society and a happy and happy life. Of course, I made up my mind never to marry, and I completely ignored the danger of the greatest calamity in working-class life: disease. ”

"However, I couldn't be satisfied with a life of hard work and frugality. At the same time, when I was ten years old, I became a newsboy on the streets of the city. As a result, my perspective on climbing up has changed a bit. Although the surroundings were still as dirty and miserable as ever, and above me was the paradise waiting for me, I was determined to climb up another ladder. I chose to buy and sell. Two newspapers that were bought for five cents could be sold for a dime between changing hands. In this way, the funding has doubled. Why should I save a little bit and then buy government bonds? It seems that this ladder is perfect for me. So I started to think about it, as if I had become a bald and wealthy business tycoon......"

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"The terrifying reality forced me to think about it. I have found the naked truth of a strange civilized society. The so-called life is nothing more than two major issues: food and housing. In order to have something to eat and a place to live, people sell their things. Businessmen sell shoes, politicians sell their personalities, representatives of the people – with exceptions – betray people's trust in themselves, and almost all of them sell their own integrity. It is the same with women, prostitutes and married women, who inevitably sell their bodies. Everything in the world is a commodity, and everyone is both a buyer and a seller. And for the laborers, the only thing that can be sold is labor. As for the moral character of the laborers, they cannot be sold for money in the market. All they can sell is their strength and nothing else. ”

"I've also learned that intelligence is also a commodity...... I began to pursue knowledge with a thirst for knowledge. I returned to California to open my books and arm myself to become an intellectual businessman, and in the process, I certainly had to delve into sociology. Unexpectedly, there is a certain category of books that scientifically state the simple sociological concepts that I have developed through independent thinking, and much more. As a brain-selling businessman, I've had a smooth ride. Society opened its doors to me, and I went straight into the house, while my old dreams were shattering at an accelerated pace. I ate with the tycoons of the society, and I dined with their wives and ladies. I admit that they were beautifully dressed, but to my great surprise to the naïve man, they were in essence exactly like the women I had met on the cellar floor. 'Peel off the skin—take off your clothes, the Colonel's wife and Judy O'Grady are sisters.' ”

"But what struck me the most was their materialism. Although these beautiful women often talk about some beautiful ideals and lovely virtues, no matter how beautiful they talk about it, they only pursue material life, and they are all so tender and selfish. They sponsor all good charity events and spread the word about it. I did not know what delicacies they ate in their mouths, or the silk and satin they wore on their bodies, which were not bought with the dividends of the blood and sweat of the laborers, child laborers, and prostitutes! When I told them the truth of this fact, I was filled with the thought that Judy O'Grady's sisters would at once take off all the silk and jewels stained with blood, but they were angry and spoke to me in a fit of rage, saying that the inferior suffer because they are profligate and wasteful, because they are drunk, because they are all born to fall. I told them that I had a hard time understanding that the half-starved six-year-old child laborers in the cotton mills of the South had to work 12 hours a night because of their profligacy, drunkenness, and natural depravity, and that the sisters of Judy O'Grady were attacking me personally, calling me an agitator, as if they could bring me down by putting on this hat for me.

"I don't get along any more with the tycoons themselves than with their ladies and ladies. I originally thought that those who were neatly dressed, virtuous, and chatty and laughing had their ideals pure, noble, and vigorous. I mingled with people of great stature – missionaries, politicians, entrepreneurs, professors, editors, etc., and ate and drank together. Unexpectedly, after a careful observation, I found that there are indeed many pure and noble people among them, but except for a few people, they are all lifeless, and there are only a handful of people who are truly vigorous. ”

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"It's the same everywhere in the world: sin, betraying friends, betraying friends, sinning. The active and capable man is neither pure nor noble, and the noble and pure man is like a walking corpse, without the smell of the living. And then there is a large mass of waste, which is not only lifeless like the living dead, but also not noble, but pure. They don't deliberately do evil, but they turn a blind eye to the bad people and bad things in front of them, and they get a little benefit because of it, and they are confused and passively commit crimes. If they are shrewd and noble-minded, they will not be fooled and will refuse to share in the benefits of others through sin and betrayal of their friends. ”

"I felt like I couldn't live on the same floor of the building. The people here bore me intellectually and disgusting mentally and morally. I miss my former intellectuals and idealistic friends, the dismissed teachers, the unscrupulous professors, and the pure-minded, high-minded working brothers. I miss those sunny, starry days and nights. There is a life where the sea and the sky are galloping, and there is a paradise for those who are highly respected, eager for justice and righteousness. The Holy Grail of Jesus Christ appeared before my eyes again, and it burned and glowed!"

"So I went back to the working class that gave birth to me and raised me, and this is where I belonged, and I didn't want to climb up again. It was this cornerstone that interested me, and the edifice that towered over it no longer had any appeal to me. I'm happy to work here. I had to pry hard at the base of the building from time to time with the intellectuals, the idealists, and the advanced workers, with the iron in my hand, to make the whole building shake. When we have more men and more drills in the future, we will tear down the edifice and bring down the rotten life, the walking dead, the vicious selfishness and the stinking materialists. Then we will sweep the cellar and build a new edifice for humanity. There is no main hall or cellar, every room is well ventilated and sunny, and people will truly live in a pure, noble and vibrant atmosphere. ”

"That's how I see it. I look forward to the day when people will stop running around to fill their stomachs and will be able to do worthwhile, meaningful work. At that time, people will have a noble drive, and not just run for the belly, as it is today. I firmly believe in the good and noble human nature, and I firmly believe that a beautiful heart and a selfless spirit will inevitably prevail over today's vulgar gluttony. Finally, I put my hopes and convictions in the working class. A Frenchman said it well: 'The sound of clogs going up and boots falling down the ladder of history echoes constantly.' (Excerpt from Jack London's Why I Chose the XX Path)

Sith the Clown stood on the anchor stand and did a tap dance, he wore a bloated Santa coat but looked like a graceful dancer, he bent down to pick up the red cloth bag that was set aside, untied the rope and threw countless colorful and beautiful confetti from it, and the whole studio was filled with this festive confetti.

"I have come to France because it is the origin of the Revolution! The Holy Land of the Revolution! Today I will bring the most amazing Christmas present to all the great French people!" shouted the Clown Sith.

"When!when!when!" After all the colorful confetti fell to the ground, the clown Sith made a gesture of please, and more than a dozen small pictures appeared on the big screen behind him, all of which were Parisian sewers, and in these orange sewers were installed a glass jar larger than an oil drum, and the green gas was boiling in the glass jar, and the outside of the glass jar was sprayed with a black skull logo with yellow primer.

The clown Sith proudly introduced: "From the world's greatest country - the United States, the poison gas device made by the Smith Wesson Chemical Company, there is no doubt about its power, the quality of the United States is enough to poison all Parisians! It is installed in every corner of the sewers in Paris by me, to ensure that it can come to you safely and quickly!"

The Clown Sith jumped off the anchor stand, he stood in front of the camera, leaned his face closer, and smiled and said, "But please don't be afraid! This is not bad news! This is a gift from fate to everyone, there will be gas masks in every corner of the city! Everyone will have twenty minutes to prepare, as long as you get the gas mask! You will be able to do whatever you want in this city! You will have the right to transcend the world!"

Sith the Clown raised his hands and shouted, "Today!Christmas!...... Will be the true master of the city!"

The camera behind him switches to the glorious night view of Paris.

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