Boundary Convention

On the way back from the supervisory committee, the old man in the car suddenly woke up.

He is getting older, and even though his lifespan has far exceeded that of most humans in this world, he is still depressed because of the physical aging that he feels from time to time.

Just two years ago, he could bear to sleep on the sofa of the executive mansion every day, but now he can't. He will feel unrelieved fatigue when sleeping on the sofa, and the interval between feeling sleepy is getting shorter and shorter. Even sleep time is gradually shortened by frequent urgency. M and C suggested setting up a separate room for him to rest in the executive mansion, but the executive mansion is not big, and this kind of special behavior is obviously unacceptable.

To make matters worse, he may still have some symptoms of Alzheimer's.

In the supervisory committee, people used to call him B, because he was called "B" too many times, he seemed to have forgotten what his name was, and only vaguely remembered that B was his initials. Before going home to rest, he had to look through his old paper ID that was rotting, and remember his name... this must not be forgotten.

Thinking this way, he took out a notepad from his pocket tremblingly, and wrote it down, but he was not sure if he could remember to read the memo, so he thought about it, and instead of putting the notepad back in his pocket, he wrote it down. It's in your hand.

He looked at the Alps that were only half left, and moved forward foolishly. There was still a long way to go home. When he was a child, there were sharp peaks in the Alps, covered with snow, but now except for the white hills, there are basically no snow-covered peaks, and the high peaks are dug to fill the sea first. .

Construction lights are dotted on this devastated mountain like Christmas neon lights. Looking at this scene, B suddenly feels that memories are filling his heart, so he involuntarily flipped open the memo in his hand, hoping to see the carrier from this memory. Seek the comfort of reminiscing about the past, and check to see if there is anything you forgot to do by the way.

Therefore, he turned from the last page, and then patted himself on the head, really forgetting something.

Right above the one he just wrote.

"It is planned to hold a new CEO election on December 15th in GST."

He actually forgot such an important matter, but he was not worried, because C would always remember to remind him, and the timing was right. This young man is very gentle and good at taking care of others. If he hadn't chosen to go into politics, he would It seems more suitable to work in nursing homes or kindergartens.

The GST election... It has been so many years, and I never thought of buckling a crown for this human elite organization again. Ever since Mo Shixin fled, the president of GST has kept the position vacant, just because he was afraid that there would be another troublesome chaebol like Mo Shixin. Secondly, those big capitalists have always been worried about Mo Shixin's sentence, thinking that the coalition government cut off their financial resources, so they have always held a negative attitude towards supporting the new executive, and the coalition government has no way to support an oligarch. Unrecognized puppet, so it has been left empty.

But now, the time is ripe. Although judging from his political experience, he feels that it is more beneficial for the supervisory committee to maintain the GST's current situation of serious internal factional strife, but the election of a new executive is Jacob's intention.

This idea may be very personality cult, but Jacob must have his own plan. Although it is only a guess, M thinks that Jacob may use this to limit the Red Queen. spokesperson.

'Seim Council'.

The word came to his mind as soon as he heard that Jacob had decided that the new president of the GST would be elected.

This is a historical term that comes from a country called Poland-Lithuania. Although this country is a feudal system, the king is elected.

Different from the election system of the Holy Roman Empire, it was only seven powerful princes who elected a weaker prince to represent them or help them block guns, which was essentially an oligarchic election.

Poland’s king election system allows nobles of all sizes to participate, and has the same voting rights. Even foreigners can be nominated candidates. Therefore, the Polish king’s control over the nobles is very weak, even if it is the simplest and most natural , the most appropriate governance must also be reviewed by the parliament, and what is worse is that all members of the Sejm Parliament have a veto power. It is conceivable that such an inefficient system will inevitably have a huge negative impact on administration, and therefore the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth After prospering for a period of time, it declined. After successively withstood the Ukrainian rebellion and wars with Sweden, Russia, and Turkey, it directly became a second-rate country, and was even divided and subjugated three times.

Since the GST executive election was reconvened by the coalition government, the rules of the election should naturally be formulated by the coalition government. As long as a sufficiently outrageous election model is formulated in the name of fairness, justice, and democracy, then the Red Queen's When the behind-the-scenes leaders, or their puppets, push into this position, the crown will no longer be a crown, but a curse. This is the only reasonable explanation for Jacob's election announcement.

Thinking of this, B closed his notebook,

He forgot what he was going to do when he opened the notebook again, and a feeling of drowsiness came over him.

Maybe, he should retire, but... Those two people are not good enough. Although they share the same goals, C is too young, and M is too impetuous. The government, rather they are loyal to their respective beliefs, and B doesn't seem to be sure whether these two people can faithfully carry out Jacob's will... After all, they didn't experience the shock when Jacob arrived in the first place.

Thinking of this, B is very sad. He thinks of Herman, the former CEO of GST, whom he has known since he was young. In B's view, Herman is an informal, pushy but principled person , He is different from Mo Shixin who has no bottom line.

The bright lights projected on the Alps above his irises gradually became blurred, like a liquid crystal screen soaked in water, releasing abnormal colors and blurring.

After feeling a rush of electric current all over his body, B closed his eyes forever.

This room is very large.

Even when the land was not so tight in the past, it is still amazing to have such a wide space for an office, and it is even a waste. Not to mention that these spaces are simply used to place cumbersome decorations.

M casually walked on the red carpet in the room, and from time to time, his heels bumped into the cleaning robots cruising in the room—these advanced machines seemed to have never stopped running during the years of being sealed here.

He ran his fingers lightly among the countless vases placed in this office, stroking the bright colors of the vases. He brushed over every item he could get his hands on—of course, wearing gloves. Although these things are now placed in this closed space, they are the common property of all mankind after all, and they will be put in sooner or later. In the museum, he didn't want the grease on his hands to do any damage.

"It's really redundant."

M said to himself.

For people who are used to sitting in an office of twenty square meters, this is indeed unreasonable. Decorations are like spices, as long as a little is enough, if you put too much, it will be superfluous, which will not only distract attention, but also easily lead to visual and mental fatigue.

As a mortal, he couldn't imagine how the woman who used to call the wind and rain would weave huge lies and conspiracies in such an impetuous room, and put them into practice.

This room used to belong to a woman, or rather a queen. This is Mo Shixin's office, and it still maintains the appearance of many years ago. In the past few decades, the coalition government has neither confiscated these stolen goods, nor seized the confidential documents that were too late to take away. This was a compromise made by the coalition government to the powerful network behind Mo Shixin when Mo Shixin fled, although in M's view now, this is undoubtedly a kind of weakness to the chaebol and capital.

And now M was able to enter this room, it was Jacob's instruction, and at the same time, he also got the support of the high-level coalition government. After all, after GST and Mo Shixin separated their relationship for so long, Mo Shixin's original party members are gone. How much, and the new oligarchs in various departments don't want to leave hidden dangers because of a mine that was buried long ago, so they simply let the supervisory committee check it all at once, so as to avoid long nights and dreams.

The purpose of M's trip is precisely for this purpose, to search for any possible useful information, take away, or destroy, at least not let the Red Queen's people get it, M knows that they are likely to push a Red Queen's person to become a GST New CEO. But he was not in a hurry to rush to Mo Shixin's desk immediately, because he was an experienced person and came prepared.

He walked along the walls of the room, confirming item after item, knocking wall by wall.

He searched, searched for a switch to open a secret room.

The chaebols have too many secrets, too many to be piled outside, so they have to pile them inside. Before the coalition government was established, M was affiliated to the National Anti-Corruption Bureau. A bastard like Mo Shixin, he Have seen too much. Out of professional habits, before coming to this building, he checked the floor plan of this floor, and after entering this room, M immediately measured the size of this room with a laser tape measure, and concluded that, This room is consistent with the design on the floor plan, there is no error at all, ordinary people may give up at this time, but M also noticed that the load-bearing wall design of this room is too thick, and the thickness is not normal, you can dig it inside A small room came out. In previous architectural designs, the walls were indeed thickened in some places for heat preservation and sound insulation. However, with such perfect central heating and sound-absorbing materials today, such a move is obviously redundant, not to mention the popularity of high technology. in the GST.

Therefore, he was very sure that there was a secret room in this room, and the only thing he was worried about was the way the switch was triggered. If it was a hidden camera for iris or face recognition, then he would not be able to open the secret room no matter what.

He moved forward while touching the row, and in the process, his eyes stayed on a series of portraits.

It was a group of oil paintings designed in imitation of religious paintings. It can be seen that it is a story in sequence, but the characters in it are all based on reality, and even he himself was lucky enough to be photographed.

The painting was hung directly above Mo Shixin's desk, and below it were several crowns unearthed from various places. The painting should depict the scene when Mo Shixin's daughter was born. She was holding a baby, And B, M, and C bowed down and congratulated each other with various gifts. From the point of view of the material, they should want to imitate the three magi’s worship of Jesus. Coincidentally, the abbreviations of the three of them happened to be the first names of the three magi. letter.

Yes, when the terrorist named Mo You was born, the few of them did visit Mo Shixin as senior officials of the supervisory committee, but their waists were all straight, holding They are all modest gifts, not the messy things in this painting. It should be put in the past, but absolutely no capitalist would dare to do such a thing.

M approached the painting with some displeasure.

His stature is not considered short, but both he and B have undergone the genetic surgery provided by Jacob, so their physical abilities have undergone various degrees of malignant decline, and body atrophy is one of them, but in return, they have also gained a much slower Normal aging rate.

M almost had to stand on tiptoes to touch the bottom of the picture frame. He touched all the places he could touch with his fingers, but he couldn't find anything suspicious, so he had no choice but to withdraw his hand angrily, and just When he took his hand back, his clothes accidentally caught the hook used to hang the crown, and suddenly pulled the hook down.

The crown hanging on the hook fell to the ground without making any sound, but it brought in other sounds, only a short sound of objects sliding, and a small door appeared on the wall opposite Mo Shixin's desk .

Looking inside the door, you can see something like a display screen, which is obviously a hidden computer.

"Hit the jackpot."

M thought, and took out a small USB flash drive from his pocket. This USB flash drive has an independent link with Jacob. Just insert this USB flash drive into the computer and turn it on. dealt with.

Just as he was walking towards the computer step by step, his cell phone vibrated suddenly.

It was Jacob calling.

He frowned, took out his phone from his pocket, and pressed the on button. Then, there was a loud noise, and the entire building was instantly engulfed in flames from the explosion.

A string of characters danced slowly on the screen.

In the eyes of young people, go to the right side of the manuscript paper, and then go to the left side.

The young man tapped the keyboard for a while, and then pressed the back button again. This manuscript C really didn't know how to write it.

Among the three core members of the supervisory committee, he is the youngest. He is not at the same level as veterans like M and B who have witnessed and even contributed to the establishment of the coalition government. The reason why C can sit on an equal footing with them in name is that Just because of B's ​​support, for B, C is his favorite student, and accepting him into the team at the same time is to ensure that he and M, two old antiques, will not fall behind the trend of thought of the times.

At the top of the supervisory committee, most of the clerical work is handed over to C. Among the three of them, C can be regarded as a secretary. Because of this, the plan for re-starting the GST executive election and the miscellaneous planning and coordination were all handed over to him. He has been holding back this manuscript since the morning until now, but he has not been able to hold back a few words. He had a difficult time just at the beginning. For a person like C, just why the election is being held at this time is enough for him to think about it for a month.

Now, C finally has no motivation at all, completely discouraged.

So he fell back, stretched a lot, straightened all the bones in his body, and then did something he was interested in.

Thinking like this, he quickly turned over and returned to the computer, then quickly pressed the shortcut key, saved the current manuscript, and switched back to the desktop with another shortcut key.

He looked around and clicked on the encrypted folder in the computer. This folder contains a lot of information and secrets about the Supervisory Committee. As a senior member of the Supervisory Committee, he naturally has access rights, and the information hidden in it includes some records from before his birth. Every once in a while, new materials will be uploaded to this folder through the LAN.

The coalition government was formed by the surviving regimes under the catastrophic flood caused by the rising sea level, which of course also includes the scandals of those regimes that no longer exist. From the current point of view, those are all history Interesting glimpse.

What he didn't expect was that the information uploaded today was about "Jacob".

Is this Jacob, is that "Jacob"?

He hesitated for a moment, then clicked on the entry anyway.

About Jacob, C probably knows very little among the three. After all, he is not from the same era as B and M. He only knows that Jacob is not a pure artificial intelligence. At least B told him so. of.

Jacob suddenly appeared on the world political stage one day. According to the data, Jacob's initial actions started from the Vatican, and then he got in touch with other world heads of state through the Vatican's diplomatic network. And the name 'Jacob' seems to be also a metaphor used by the Pope at that time when he introduced him to the dignitaries of various places.

And the way Jacob made his fortune and gained the trust of the authorities was the same as Jacob in that classic book, relying on 'prophecy'.

Judging from the data, Jacob predicted most of the natural disasters from about 2068 onwards, as well as some major events affecting the international situation, with the accuracy down to the hour. Considering that his predictions themselves also had an impact on the political situation, among them Parts that are not implemented may just be 'avoided'. Interestingly, 2068 happens to be the year that former GST executive Mo Shixin defected.

Moreover, he also brought some unbelievable gifts, some of which could not be refused by the authorities - such as genetic surgery that can prolong life, extremely cheap seawater purification technology, some undiscovered unknown Renewable resource coordinates and so on... Except for aerospace technology. Therefore, in the political arena at that time, he was almost worshiped as a god, and some people even speculated that he came from the future.

But Jacob has always kept his own existence secret, and dismissed those politicians who tried to investigate his details, but he was very sensitive to journalists who did good things, and even used some shady methods to make some particularly difficult people Journalists disappear to keep themselves a secret forever in GST and even coalition government.

However, even though his hands and eyes are in the sky, he did not rely on his influence to support a specific country, but actively expanded his political influence. This became the reason for the coalition government to regain power after Mo Shixin defected. The foundation, it can be said that Jacob is almost the core of the current coalition government, and it is his prophecies and ideas that make the coalition government stable and keep the human world from collapsing.

Seeing this, C shivered. He didn't understand why he received such a document today.

Scrolling down, it is about Jacob and GST. For some reason, Jacob seems to have a deep connection with the late Dunkeld family, but C can't stand it anymore. The next thing is that he knows a little bit more recent history.

C gasped, left his seat, and then paced back and forth in the room.

"Why did you let me know these things, I shouldn't know."

All along, C is because he recognizes the character of M and B, and firmly believes in their philosophy of "not giving up on anyone". In the coalition government, the treatment of the supervisory committee is actually not good, it can even be said to be very bad. Take M as an example, a small bag of tea often has to be brewed more than ten or twenty times before he is willing to throw it away. The soaked tea leaves were eaten. And B doesn't even have a separate room. C looks up to the incorruptibility of his predecessors, and yearns to follow them after dedicating his whole life to them. In his view, B and M are the embodiment of idealism.

Now……

He lowered his head, considering the lifespan of these two people, it is impossible for them not to know about it.

Maybe it would be better to ask them directly after the fact.

Thinking of this, he sat back in his seat, turned off the entry, and then switched back to the office software, trying to concentrate on his work.

However, he didn't notice that the door behind him was slowly opening.

"Big news from the coalition government recently... Zizi... Zizi..."

Mo Xiao, who was enjoying watching in the old air-raid shelter, lost interest in the snow patterns appearing on the TV screen. "Hey, it doesn't work again." "Wait! That's it, don't move." "Hey, it's gone again."

Mo Xiao said to the wasteland where the antenna was being fiddled with while knocking on the sunflower seeds.

The TV screen flickers for a while, flickers for a while, and returns to normal after a while, and so on.

She even forgot when was the last time she watched TV. It seemed that in the 1940s, TV was basically eliminated, but as the overlord of the information carrier of an era, the coalition government has always insisted on TV broadcasting. Just like when newspapers were eliminated, the government at that time did not abandon paper media.

Huangyuan fiddled with the antenna on the roof with a big hole for a long time, and then heard Mo Xiao yelling that it would fail for a while, and then the screen would fade again. Although there are countless solid missiles, Iceland is still very cold. These missiles have not been able to explode the geothermal heat in Iceland. At this time, they are dealing with the receiver wasteland in the ice and snow. I don't know if I should be happy about it. It stands to reason that he is actually quite tired now, but Mo Xiao couldn't help but say, "If you can't fix it, I'll throw you into the sea. A big man can't do anything well!"

"Please, please help us, can you fix that TV?"

Belletta lay weakly on the sofa.

Although she was talking to the queen, she didn't even move her head, and her cracked glasses reflected the snow patterns on the TV. She is still very weak now, and it only takes two or three days to pull her back from the previous overloaded ghost door. And in the past few days, Mo Xiao and Mo You also came back.

It's just that Mo You is glamorous, but Mo Xiao is disheveled.

One of them ran away at a critical moment, while the other ran recklessly to try to stop the missile with the power of the four entropy stones, but fortunately, Lake held her back.

"I've never done anything like this."

Gherardini stared at the TV blankly, as if he didn't care what was broadcast on the TV.

All she needs is the act of 'watching TV', and she will never take care of the matter of "repair", which is surprisingly consistent with the thinking of most former autocrats.

"I said Xiaoge, I think I may know why the aliens drove you out, you are really annoying."

Mo Xiao at the side glanced at the Queen.

Suddenly, the harsh signal tone of the old TV stopped, and the sound suddenly became clear.

There was music blaring from the dusty speakers, a lilting, fleeting tune that would live brightly in the memory of someone Beretta's age. Although she hasn't watched TV since she was a child, the official news on the Internet media still hasn't been pulled down much. Soon, the music ended, and the news screen switched to the radio station. The host was an unfamiliar face, probably because Belita hadn't read much news since she joined this 'terrorist organization'.

At this time, Huangyuan jumped down from the hole in the roof, and he came to the house to watch the news with everyone, and the announcer announced the news of the first day.

"On October 30, Blanqui, Director-General of the Supervisory Committee, passed away."

And then again.

"An explosion of unknown cause occurred on the high floor of the GST headquarters, and a member of the supervisory committee was killed in the explosion."

"Last night, senior officials of the Supervisory Committee disappeared."

Yunyun, there are photos of those high-ranking officials attached to it.

Mo Xiao, who was sitting at the back, looked at the three of them, snorted meaningfully, and then turned to look at Mo You, who was sitting further back.

"You are such a broom star. I remember that these three people seemed to have visited you when you were born, right?"

"What broom star? You are the broom star, and your whole family is broom star!"

"Hey, I'm your sister, don't you scold yourself?"

"You want to take care of it?"

The quarrel between the two of them did not cause any greater waves, and with the arrival of a more important news, the quarrel between the two of them stopped abruptly.

"GST will hold a new executive election in New Milan in the near future."

And this is the last message left by the news.

Huang Yuan rubbed his chin while watching the advertisement after the news, thinking about it.

Originally, after fixing the TV, he just wanted to see if Jacob would show up, and then send some messages. After all, after the tragic battle that ended without knowing why, the messages Jacob sent to him were too vague .

"let here go."

Just such a sentence, depending on the context, the interpretation of this sentence will naturally be different, and who is this sentence aimed at.

"I... want to go to New Milan."

Wilderness suddenly muttered to himself.

It was not loud, but the people around me could still hear it.

"Are you crazy?"

Belita was the first to raise objections.

"Going to the enemy's base camp now, isn't that just right?"

But she was the only one who opposed it.

The others were silent, and no one spoke. After a short silence, Gradini asked quietly.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go directly to talk to Jacob to find the truth. This should be what he expects."

"Aren't you afraid of being a trap?"

"Even if it is, I don't think he simply wants to kill me. If he wants to do this, he can just kill me in the previous attack. There is no need to retreat."

"Or, there is another choice." Mo Xiao suddenly interjected, "You tell the wasteland the truth, you should know exactly what Jacob wants to do."

"Maybe." Gherardini closed his eyes lightly, "But even if he knew, it would be meaningless to tell him directly. This matter can only be felt."

"Come on, you can do nothing but show off." Mo Xiao said disdainfully.

"If you go to New Milan, I have no objection." Just as Mo Xiao finished speaking, Mo You joined the conversation again.

"I'm also planning to go there. If you are caught in New Milan, you can help my lord attract their attention."

"Master You, what are you going to do again? You can't go..." Belita asked feebly, there was no one here to help her speak, so her voice was somewhat hopeless.

"Go get that old woman back." Mo You said angrily and clapped her fists.

"That old woman did a lot of evil. If she was caught, she would be shot at least ten times... That's too cheap for her. I want to catch her back and chop her up."

Then, she paused, lowered her fist, and continued, "I think we should divide into two teams." Then she pointed to Mo Xiao, and then to the wasteland.

"Sister and I... Well, bring that boy, Rick, and we'll save the old woman. You can go wherever you want."

"Wait...Please let...I'm going too, I'll be with him..."

Belita struggled to sit up from the sofa, but before she could straighten up half her body, Mo You stepped forward and pushed her down.

"You still want to go to New Milan like this? You can shake your bones apart on the way. You stay here obediently. By the way, take care of George. That kid is too scared."

"That's right, Miss Beibei, you better not go." Huang Yuan also stepped forward and echoed.

Seeing that she couldn't convince the wilderness, Belita had no choice but to give up, turned around and leaned against the sofa, sulking.

"What about Her Majesty the Queen?" Mo You settled Belita, and turned her gaze to Gherardini.

"I don't want to make a long trip, so I'll just stay here."

"That's right, can I beg you to help me discipline my believers, I can't have slaves to serve me when I come back, hehe."

"Why should I help you?"

"He is your child! Then treat it as if he owes you a favor! I beg you!" Mo You made a cute grimace pretentiously.

Gherardini glanced at her sideways, then turned his head away and said nothing more.

"Then it's such a happy decision," Mo You clapped her hands, "I'll make arrangements right away, and we will gather on the beach opposite Church Hill in two hours." After finishing speaking, she ran away in a flash.

Huang Yuan and Mo Xiao glanced at each other, and immediately made their own preparations.

Soon, apart from Bellita who was still sulking, only Gradini was sitting on the seat and watching TV mechanically. At this moment, Lake, who had been silent all this time, spoke. He appeared from the shadows and watched their conversation quietly. No one noticed him except Gherardini.

"They don't have much time." It spoke in the language of the Phoenix civilization, "You should know that too, right?"

The queen sat quietly in her seat without answering

"The above has already seen this planet by tracking your position. If there is no accident, they will come soon, and the implementation date of the convention may be brought forward."

"So what? Anyway, the story of me and my nation is over." The queen said coldly.

"Are you really willing? I doubt it. No, this question is too stupid. You never gave in at all, not in the Phoenix Galaxy, nor in this small place."

"That's just your idea."

"If you really gave up, you wouldn't be here in the first place, and you wouldn't be helping that man."

"I'm just going with the flow."

"As a rationalist, you don't behave unintentionally."

After speaking, Rick twitched all over.

"The urging over there is getting more and more urgent, and I don't think I can continue to be useless like this."

"oh?"

"What I'm trying to say is that if I wanted to do something, I'd do it now, before it's too late, when there's only one way to stop a catastrophe - just in time, just in time."

After all, it slowly receded into the darkness. Before completely merging into the darkness, he paused for a moment, as if he wanted to turn around and say something to Gherardini, but he didn’t say anything, and disappeared into the darkness under the snow cage among.

Gladini said nothing.

She was still staring at the TV, and after a while, she shook her tongue a little.

"Did you hear that?" she asked the only person left in the room now.

"I don't understand." Belita replied with her head covered on the sofa.

"Um."

A few hours later, the news of Moyou's departure spread throughout the Icelandic beaches.

The people who are still alive on this island gathered on the beach. Now, the remaining eternal undead can be counted by counting their fingers. Moreover, there are almost no young and middle-aged figures. Everything that was looted from the Icelandic base. When they asked Mo You for survival supplies, Mo You replied to them by letting them find them by themselves.

One by one, believers offered Moyou their harvest, snacks that had been frozen for many years, or roasted salamanders.

But Mo You seemed to be a little different this time. She waved her hand and signaled them to take everything back.

"This deity is only on a short errand, and doesn't need any dry food, so you can keep it for yourself."

She said so, and then stepped onto a speedboat on the shore. This was found from the depths of the Icelandic base, without any armed forces. Although she did not collect the supplies of the believers, the speedboat was still full of large and small bags, some of which looked like instruments, and Lake changed back to his original short appearance, preventing these things from falling into the sea .

Moyou ordered the believers to follow Gherardini's instructions when she was not around, and very rarely, she told the believers, "If you are in danger, go to Gherardini", which is similar to what mothers do to their children. admonition.

Huang Yuan looked at her, feeling that this cruel little adult seemed to be different from before.

"Are you sure you want to go alone?" Mo Xiao asked him.

"Well, I can't always be the director's follower."

"Isn't it good to be my follower?"

"Okay, good, next time"

"Tch, there's no next time, get out of here." Mo Xiao said with a sigh, "Speaking of which, what did Mo You give you just now?"

"Professor's fingerprint gloves." After speaking, Huang Yuan picked up another tube of red liquid and shook it in front of Mo Xiao.

"And her blood, she wants me to come and join you as soon as I finish solving the new Milan matter, saying that I am an important force or something, and that if I have a strange dream or something, I must tell her. "

"As long as you are like this, combat power is more important."

"Haha...I think so too." Huang Yuan scratched his head while speaking.

"However, you are still a family."

"Huh? I don't want to be included in an episode with those two women in the name of the family."

"But, look, sister and younger sister went to rescue mother, isn't this a very affectionate story?"

"You... hey, forget it, the reason I went to save that woman is similar to that of You, just to beat her up."

"There is no enmity between father and son. This point is also applicable to mother and daughter."

"Whatever you want." Mo Xiao blinked, then patted Huang Yuan's face, and walked towards Mo You's boat.

"Wait, Director..."

"what happened again?"

"Will the professor die?"

"No, a big person like her can be imprisoned for life at most, and who can guarantee that the prison will be able to watch her? They can't even watch some drug dealers and warlords. How can they watch a person who has ruled the world for 20 years? Religion and drugs can control people, so can energy, don't worry, no one in the coalition government dares to kill the professor." After Mo Xiao said this with confidence, he turned around and left.

But at this moment, Huang Yuan's heart was terrified. He had a premonition that things were definitely not that simple. He didn't know why he cared so much about the professor's safety, but he felt that if something related to the life and death of the professor, she could only do it after she died. conduct. Huangyuan didn't want to expose Mo Xiao and Mo You's tricks, he knew that the two of them went back definitely not to rescue the professor, their goal was the new executive officer of GST.

Now the moor is going on its own.

Mo You found a vehicle similar to a flying motorcycle for him.

According to Mo You, the speed of this vehicle can reach the third-generation fighter jet. If you are lucky, New Milan's radar can't detect such a small target. Even if it is detected, it can slow down and fake it as a transport plane. This is very inconspicuous in New Milan, where material transfers are frequent.

Huangyuan put on the protective gear, took a last look at Mo Xiao, started the motorcycle, and rushed towards the setting sun on the splashing sea.