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Camp America.
The huge tent of the temporary parliament was full of parliament members in suits. At this moment, they were whispering to each other and discussing. The chairman of the camp, Ben, dropped the hammer in his hand heavily and said loudly: "Silence, silence! Now, let's move on to the last item on the agenda today. Before that, we need to invite a special person to give a speech. "
Under the waiting canopy outside the tent, Andrew adjusted the newly tied tie on his neck and tidied up the wrinkled corners of his new suit. His calm eyes just showed his slightly nervous mood at the moment.
Although he was full of strength, although he was full of confidence, at this moment, when the despicable man on the street was about to walk into the gate that symbolized the so-called justice and freedom, his mood was no better than that of the fat man in the other camp.
His fingers tapped slightly on his knees, anxiously waiting for the voice to pass.
"Mr. John, it's your turn to go in." Not long after, a big-bellied black executive woman hurriedly walked up to him and opened her thick lips.
Andrew took a deep breath, pulled the edge of his suit, stood up, showed a smile that he had just practiced, and stepped into the threshold that he never dared to imagine before.
"What's wrong with Big Boss? In my opinion, there's no need to talk to those corrupt parliament members. We have to talk with our fists! "
One of his men complained discontentedly from afar.
"That's right. Apart from collecting taxes and taking away our pensions, what else can those boastful councilors do?" Another subordinate chimed in with extreme dissatisfaction.
"What do you idiots know?" One of Andrew's partners said meaningfully, "Since there is no way to destroy it directly, you have to find a way to join it. People always trust it more than they trust people like us. How can you guys understand the wisdom of Big Boss?"
Andrew couldn't hear the discussion of his subordinates. After he entered the big tent, hundreds of parliament members suddenly burst into an uproar. They might not know him, but it didn't prevent them from getting some investigation forms about him before he entered the tent. Except for the parliament members who were willing to support him, the other parliament members began to attack him at this moment:
"Who allowed a drug addict to come in?"
"This is an insult to the parliament. I will never let a hooligan walk on the podium of the Holy God!"
"Chase him out. This is not a prison. We don't welcome criminals!"
"I think we need a professional psychiatrist."
"Liar, he's a big liar, I swear to God!"
…
In this regard, Andrew's face trembled slightly. It seemed that he was feeling inferior, but it also seemed that there was a heroic anger mixed together. Even the path toward the rostrum became illusory.
But in the end, he endured it and ignored those clamors. He arrived at the rostrum, and the rippling power in his body caused his spine to straighten up. His eyes also emitted a bright light.
He stretched out his hand as if to embrace a beam of light. He raised his voice and suppressed all the attacks.
"I'm tired to death. Yes, Jiang heads! You will have the honor of witnessing with your own eyes the greatest miracle that God has bestowed upon me and will show you … "
"… And I am the chosen final Messiah! … "
*****
Camp China.
It had been a few days since the last time he was summoned. Zheng Youting had gotten the support of the upper echelons as he wished, and he was like a fish back in the water, developing his career in the camp.
But Fatty's ambition was not limited to a small camp. How much profit could he make? He needed authorization, and he needed the camp to send people to protect him. He needed to go to the American camp, or to other camps further away, or even to contact the indigenous people on this planet.
Only in this way could he be considered a real achievement!
Today, he was going to the administrative camp to talk to Secretary Wang about his plan.
Along the way, Fatty saw many Indians. In the past two days, many Indian refugees had been pouring in from the south. At first, Camp 17 was very nervous for a while, thinking that the legendary pig-headed people had attacked. Later, after in-depth investigation, they learned that India City had actually been burned to the ground!
Fatty didn't have much compassion. Instead, he felt very happy. The abuse he suffered in India City made him have no heart to sympathize with the Indian refugees who had lost their wives and children and begged everywhere.
But he wasn't interested in revenge. His dream was to do his own business well, and all other things that wasted time and energy were unnecessary in his opinion.
But even if he didn't retaliate, it didn't mean that others wouldn't retaliate. Along the way, he saw no less than a dozen incidents of Indian people being beaten. If it weren't for the police blowing whistles and running over, panting, at least three of them would have killed people.
Even so, there were rumors of Indian people being beaten to death every day. The camp government had to specially set up an international safe zone for them, and used a large number of police to patrol back and forth to avoid a larger conflict.
Most Indian people squatted in the designated area all day, waiting for relief from the camp government in China. They never stepped out of the white line outside the area, and they were even more afraid of being dragged out and beaten alive or brutally burned to death by people who had sneaked in at night.
Only a small number of people who were really hungry and extremely daring would sneak out of the area. It was a gamble with their lives. If they could get a little food, they would barely be able to get through the day. As for those who were unlucky, like Zheng Youting, he saw an Indian man in his thirties being grabbed by a young Chinese man holding a steel bar and beaten to the point of death.
The young Chinese man seemed to recognize the Indian man. After beating him up, he grabbed his hair, and with the help of two or three companions, dragged him like a dead dog to the back of a tent.
Without approaching, Fatty could hear the young man's violent roar.
"Aren't you ruthless?!
"Aren't you good at rape?!
"Rape my wife? F * ck you, seven people gang-raped my wife! Seven! "
"But are you still f * cking human? You raped her and wanted to kill her. Are you animals?!
"I'll let you rape, I'll let you rape … Old Xiao, don't use a knife. I'm going to trample on his thing!
"Gang Zi, the security police are coming. Hurry up and get rid of them.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me, I still have a child …
"When she begged you like this, did you let her go?! Ah? Old Xiao, do it! "
…
The fat man was not a kind-hearted person. When he heard the young man's last sentence, he felt very relieved and refreshed. He even wanted to help them stop the incoming public security police. After all, he was also a respected person, and many people had to give him face.
A scream came from the back of the tent. Fatty thought that the young men had finished dealing with the situation and were about to escape, so he was ready to help them. He wanted to go forward and entangle the whistling security police.
However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cry coming from behind the tent. Going around the blind spot of the tent, Fatty was shocked to see that the young man was kneeling on the ground. He was no longer as tyrannical as before, and had long been crying his eyes out. His bloody hands kept wiping away the snot that flowed down along with his tears. It was as if he had lost all his strength, and only his heart-wrenching cries could be heard.
"Xiaoxi, I've avenged you. Close your eyes …"
Hearing the heart-wrenching cry, the security police also stopped rushing forward. They silently watched the young man tightly cover his mouth that was wide open due to excessive grief. His body swayed and struggled in grief, and his tear-filled eyes were full of extreme grief …
An old security police sighed and shook his head. What a sin!
Zheng Youting's happy feeling just now suddenly disappeared. He remembered the dark days in India and sighed. Whether it was the situation of the foreigners there at that time or the situation of the Indians in the China camp, it made him more determined that he must not lose Camp 17.
If he lost it, perhaps his tragic fate would be worse than an animal!
When he came to Secretary Wang's tent, Zheng Youting calmed himself down. Just as he was about to go in, he heard someone's angry voice coming from inside.
"What are the Americans doing? What do they want? "
"They actually gave us an ultimatum! Why do they want us to withdraw from the ruins? What a joke. They said that our technology is too backward. Our technology team has already destroyed three relics of important military value before they even reached the entrance. If we go in, we will also destroy the ruins and cause major losses. It is disadvantageous to the current situation of mankind. If they wait for them to complete the investigation and analysis and then share it with us … Is that still considered sharing? "
"But the meeting has already voted and agreed to withdraw. There's no other way. We can't beat them now, especially now that they have a person with magical abilities."
"Immoral and untrustworthy Americans!"
"They have it, but so do we. I heard from the Indians that a Chinese man burned down their entire camp. I asked someone to come and identify it. It's that …"
…
Outside the door, Zheng Youting sighed silently again. He knew that the big shots at the top were not willing to have a conflict, and they did not dare to have a conflict. This was basically the same as his thoughts. Harmony brought wealth was the most important thing, but why did he feel a little vexed?
With such a thing happening, Secretary Wang did not have time to see him. Even if he did, in such a tense situation, the Americans would not discuss any business with him.
After waiting for a day, the next day, Secretary Wang was still not free. Zheng Youting was not in a hurry and continued to wait. Occasionally, he could hear some insider news from outside the tent, which was very helpful to his business. If it weren't for the chaotic situation, the secrecy was basically useless, and he had obtained some recognition, he would probably have to go to the market to find the radish sellers and buyers if he wanted to hear such news.
On the third day, the troops stationed at the ruins gradually withdrew. The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became a little tense for some reason. Zheng Youting was afraid that something would happen, so he went to wait outside the tent early in the morning.
Secretary Wang seemed to have not slept the whole night. He hurriedly walked out of another tent and looked up to see that Zheng Youting was still there. He lowered his voice and said to him, "Something happened. Be prepared."
Although Zheng Youting was mentally prepared based on the atmosphere in the camp, he was still a little surprised and blurted out, "Brother Wang, what happened?"
Secretary Wang looked around and whispered, "Do you know about the ruins?"
Zheng Youting nodded and did not say anything.
Secretary Wang took a deep breath and said, "The Americans successfully entered last night. Not long ago this morning, they accidentally opened a huge cabin door that looked like a coffin and let something out. A lot of people died at that time. The entire expedition team was almost wiped out. Even the army could not stop it. That thing rushed toward the American camp, so our people quickly retreated."
Zheng Youting felt a chill down his spine when he heard that. He asked in fear, "Brother Wang, what could be so powerful?"
Secretary Wang gestured with his hands and suddenly stopped. "It doesn't matter whether you know or not. This matter must be kept secret. I'm only telling you this because I'm taking a risk. The higher-ups are urgently studying countermeasures. Before an official decision is made, it is strictly forbidden to leak it. In short, you just have to be prepared."
As for what preparations they were, Zheng Youting would not ask. If he did, it would seem like he was not good enough. This was something he knew very well.
Other than escaping, what else could he prepare? It was just that he could not say it directly. Being vague was the best way to shirk responsibility.
But even if he didn't ask, it didn't mean that he couldn't know. At least he could see it with his own eyes!
Just when he and secretary Wang had not finished talking, the ground shook, and the sound of gunshots and cannons came from all directions in the distance.
Zheng Youting subconsciously raised his head, and a huge figure appeared in his pupils. He was so scared that he even forgot to breathe.
Behind the huge figure, in front of the American camp, Andrew was standing there covered in blood. There was a long cut on his palm, and blood kept flowing out.
His face was a little pale, but his body was still stable.
He paid a huge price to fight with all his might, and finally won the grateful cheers of the people behind him. From now on, prostitutes, drug addicts, criminals would be far away from him. Instead, he would be replaced by a hero in people's hearts, or even a messiah!
As for the life and death of the China people, he didn't care.
At this moment, Chu Yunsheng was standing on a towering tree, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and shouting loudly, "No, one more time, we must be fast, especially Buterne, the twelve people you brought with you! We are about to succeed, one more time, I can already feel it! "
He furrowed his brows as he sensed the surging Primordial Qi. There was a strong aura of death spreading from afar. In this world, perhaps only a non-living person like him could sense this special aura. His sensitive sense of smell made him involuntarily look to the southwest.
"Quick, Ba Yi, binoculars!!!" If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for me at Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued.)
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