But they can’t control so much now. As the three of them are the pinnacle of the earth’s combat power, they must win this battle!
As a light speed weapon, laser can travel at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second. As long as it is aimed at it, there is no possibility of evasion.
"I hope this weapon will not be used, otherwise the price will be too high." Zhong Yunlong sighed in his heart, feeling that the preparations were indeed sufficient, "Once the laser weapon is used, the background will be less, and the funds for next year will be
The problem is really troublesome. The coalition government has to find some excuse to cut spending."
"Why don't you try and ask for more? We have a big business here, and even our subordinates need money to take the train. How can we do things without money?" Sun Minghan picked up a whip and said.
His true ability is shadow control, but he is good at using whip weapons to paralyze enemies.
"The Anomaly Investigation Bureau is already big enough. If it gets bigger, won't it become a coalition government?"
"Moreover, when an organization is large, it is inevitable to suffer from Parkinson's disease. I always feel that the following group of people are just a bunch of pig brains. They want to do everything themselves, but how much can one person do?"
Zhong Yunlong pointed to his brain: "If it wasn't to provide fuel for the fire of the soul, you think I want to sit in this position."
"Nowadays, daily worries are never-ending, but they are the best fuel for the fire of the soul."
"Your method is quite mysterious. I almost want to switch to spiritual fire cultivation." The old white man Thor on the other side said, "My current innate talent, the power of thunder and lightning, seems to have come to an end, and I can no longer make any progress.
.If you can cultivate the fire of the soul, maybe there will be another turning point."
Zhong Yunlong laughed and said, "There is a certain order of learning, and there is a specialization in skills. If you are willing to change your mind to spiritual fire, I will naturally teach you."
"Let's go and meet the mysterious man for a while! After we find the man, we should be polite first and then fight. Don't rush to take action."
As a top genius who can create his own unique skills and stand out from billions of people, Zhong Yunlong naturally has extraordinary innate talent. "Misfortunes and blessings depend on each other". This talent has allowed him to survive a lot of difficult times.
Therefore, he is also a top divination master.
Unprecedented success - the West, Tiepan City.
Zhong Yunlong froze on the spot, sweating profusely: "Isn't this Lao Zhang's hometown?"
"It always feels like he is just standing there in a rude manner, deliberately asking us to do divination?"
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"Let me tell you, objective strength is the basis for subjective initiative. You still don't believe it." Zhang Ming beat Ms. Calabash in his dream and felt completely refreshed.
Although Ms. Calabash is not very honest, saying "Human, let you know my learning ability", her actual operation is a mess.
Give her a master with 2000 attributes, "indestructible" and "the ability to enter dreams".
It really couldn't beat the combined efforts of five great masters, and they were beaten violently in minutes.
In particular, these five great masters are all under the control of Zhang Ming.
This "dream cricket fight" lasted for several hours, simulating fighting situations under various conditions, and finally ended with Zhang Ming deliberately letting her win.
Daihulu stayed there motionless. Zhang Ming couldn't help but flick it with his fingers: "Why don't you say a word?"
She said quietly: [Well, I always feel that I am a bit vain and not as innocent as I used to be.]
[Obviously he is a rookie in fighting, but he is still looking forward to victory, and even felt a little happy after being deliberately given up.]
【Is this the kind of deeply human flavor?】
"This is not just a human flavor, it is a common problem of intelligent creatures all over the world. If there is no desire to win, they will soon be eliminated in the process of survival." Zhang Ming said meaningfully, "This is not a fight. According to human terms,
This is called having a cordial and friendly conversation, enhancing mutual understanding and fully exchanging views."
"Okay, we should have arrived at our destination, right? It's time to get off the bus, let you see my hometown!"
【Someone is divining our information.】
"Let them divination as you like, it won't do any harm anyway."
Zhang Ming woke up from his dream and yawned. The speed of the train was slowly decreasing.
Finally, we stopped at a slightly old train station.
Tiepandong Station, here we are.
This was once the place where my parents lived.
During the time of the great earthquake a long time ago, Tiepan City, located inland, was the most livable and safest place, and it also had coal and steel deposits.
For a long time, the administrative center of Daxia was located here, and its function was no different from that of the capital.
However, time has passed, and a hundred years have passed. After all, Tiepan City is not an important transportation place, nor does it have any special supernatural resources. The situation on the earth has gradually stabilized, and it will naturally fall back to its proper position.
The administrative center of Daxia has long been moved to a larger city. Economic development is the most important thing in human civilization, and administrative power is really not worth mentioning compared to objective laws.<
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Zhang Ming wore an invisibility cloak and followed the crowd out of the car, experiencing this ancient city full of the sense of passage of time.
The infrastructure built in the past, such as train stations, highways, railways, etc., also looks a bit old, and the walls are dyed the color of tea. Fortunately, these buildings can still be used.
The sycamore trees growing wildly on the roadside cover the sky and the sun, bringing a bit of coolness to the midsummer.
Here you can even find buildings from 150 years ago, some air-raid shelters designed to avoid disasters, as well as earthquake-resistant buildings, canals, dams, man-made lakes, etc. left over from the original "Suiren Project".
"In the past, there was a city named Beiping, which was our cultural and political capital." Zhang Ming explained, "But now, Beiping has long been submerged by the sea, and only a few small islands in the Taihang Mountains remain.
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"There are really fewer and fewer traces of the old times, but it's normal. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. There should be some cultural capitals left. I will take you to see them when the time comes."
"Actually, this is not my real hometown..."
"However, for me, the place where I have my family is my hometown."
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. The sun gradually moved towards the west, stretching the shadows. Zhang Ming walked home slowly, as if he was returning home from school one day, carrying his heavy schoolbag.
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Occasionally, young men and women will pass by on the roadside, laughing and chatting about interesting things around them.
The university that once moved here did not move with it, so Tiepan City slowly turned into a city with education as its main industry.
Even if it is summer vacation, there are still many students who have not left school.
However, the days of dancing and flying are indeed far away. Zhang Ming will never be able to return to his student days no matter how shameless he is. He took off his invisibility cloak and transformed into his original appearance.
He also found that he had forgotten the way home, or in other words, he didn’t know where his home was.
"Excuse me, where is the largest cemetery here?" Zhang Ming randomly found an old man playing chess on the roadside and asked.
"That's the mountain ahead. It's probably more than ten miles away. Just take bus No. 122 and you'll be there."
"Thank you."
For Zhang Ming's journey, more than ten miles is nothing.
This is not the time to pay respects and sweep graves, and there are not many people in the cemetery.
Zhang Ming bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and soon found the graves of his relatives. Looking at the familiar words on them, memories of the past came flooding back.
Withered flowers, withered leaves, under the torrent of time, some things seem to have never happened.
There is no afterlife in the world, but people always hope to have an afterlife to soothe their fear of death.
Zhang Ming placed the flowers in front of the grave and whispered quietly: "Dad, Mom, I'm back."
"I'm living a good life now... I should be happy in the future."
Zhang Ming feels that he is a person who is not good at expressing himself. Even though he has thousands of words, he can't say a word at this moment. Everything is stuck in his throat and swallowed into his stomach.
"A lot of stories happened, and I met a lot of interesting friends."
He observed a few minutes of silence, took a deep breath, and then introduced his friends with a smile, including Miss Calabash floating beside him.
"This is a kid who likes role-playing. She should stay with me for a long time."
He kept chattering for half an hour, then turned and left.
Even though he has many ways to find his so-called "home", such as asking a local for directions, or buying a map or something.
But I don’t want others to know that I don’t even know where my home is.
Those complicated emotions were like the weather in summer, which could change at any time. There was a soft "bang" sound, and thunderstorms suddenly came. Zhang Ming was caught off guard and was soaked in the heavy rain.
So he simply walked in the rain and lamented: "I originally wanted to walk back slowly from the southeast, but the human government was chasing me in a hurry. Once I got involved with the government, I lost that leisurely elegance."
"This seems to be fine now."
"People should always accept reality."
He can only rely on his own spiritual sense and wander around the city, wherever he goes.
As the heavy rain falls, pedestrians on the road take shelter from the rain, and the accumulated water on the street looks like transparent mirrors.
The lights of the street lamps were blooming with a pale yellow light on the rainy day. Suddenly, two children, a boy and a girl, jumped out of the bus and welcomed the heavy rain with laughter.
The boy is just an ordinary boy, a little older, about 10 years old, and has still not lost his childishness; the girl is just an ordinary girl, seven or eight years old, with twin ponytails unique to that age, with a plain white complexion and dazzling feet.
Wearing a pair of exquisite black leather shoes.
Her right foot stepped in the stagnant water and then retracted. After a while, she took off her precious little leather shoes and stepped in the stagnant water with her bare feet.
The boy sighed and didn't know what he was scolding. He held an umbrella for her and walked on the roadside. But soon he couldn't resist the temptation of treading water. He also took off his shoes and began to trample vigorously. He had long forgotten his mother's warning.
