"What's the plan?" T let out a heavy breath as she walked out of the door of the United Nations Headquarters. She finally escaped the reporters' tracking.
The United Nations Headquarters is located along the East River in Manhattan, New York, USA. T and Kariana followed Fu Ming and slowly walked outside the United Nations Headquarters building.
Fu Ming did not attend the United Nations General Assembly in person. Instead, he found a remote place and walked around a few times. The people attending the meeting on his behalf were T and Cariana, as well as Xu Cheng and Song Jiahao.
Basically all the core figures of untr came to New York. The previous United Nations General Assembly was basically ignored by public opinion, but this time the General Assembly has attracted the attention of almost people all over the world, because this time, a special member was added, Within the United Nations, no new members have joined for a long time.
"Untr has developed to this point, and its merits have been completed!" Fu Ming said while pacing around the building: "Our plan has been more than half successful. At least, it has lived up to the sacrifices of so many people!" [
"Today's news!" Cariana took her cell phone and handed it to Fu Ming.
The cover picture of the news had the White House in the background, and the two people on the picture were Fu Ming and US President Obama.
The two people were sitting on the bench with their backs to the camera, occupying two corners of the bench respectively. This was an inadvertent move, but it was captured by a news reporter, and someone posted it in the newspaper that day. , and now, it has become a news cover picture.
"They decide the direction of the world!"
So said the headline of the news.
"Boss, you really control half of the world now!" Xu Cheng said with a smile.
Unknowingly, several people walked up to a famous sculpture outside the United Nations Building.
"Forging swords into plowshares!" This is a sculpture in the garden of the United Nations Headquarters in New York. It was donated to the United Nations by the Soviet Union in 1959.
A man in the sculpture holds a hammer in one hand and a sword that is to be turned into a plow in the other hand, symbolizing the end of war and turning weapons of destruction into tools of creation, benefiting all mankind and promoting the development of human society.
"This is probably our final goal!" Fu Ming stopped in front of the sculpture and looked at it carefully.
"Look at that man. He is strong and muscular. What do you think this means?" Fu Ming looked at the sculpture with a smile on his lips.
"If you want to turn swords into plowshares, first of all, the person who turns the swords into plowshares must be strong enough and have enough strength to stop all this!" T was very smart and immediately thought of what was in Fu Ming's mind.
"Untr, it's this man, but we don't have enough power to end all wars. Human nature is like this!" Song Jiahao also agreed.
"But we have enough ability to control the war and let the war develop according to our will!" Even Americans dare not say this sentence, but when it comes from Fu Ming's mouth, no one thinks that he That's talking big words.
Untr's forces have spread all over the world, and even NATO was almost destroyed by him. If Fu Ming hadn't thought that completely dismantling NATO would cause chaos, he would never have returned the American fleet to them, and the United Kingdom and the United States had broken up. , even if the Americas and Europe will not fight militarily, they will definitely not escape economic disputes and world "chaos", which will not bring any more benefits to Untr's control of the entire world.
"Boss, your current worth, in terms of power and money, has surpassed that of anyone else on the planet. What are you going to do next?" T asked the question again.
Fu Ming sat lazily on the side of the road, enjoying this beautiful late autumn afternoon. The temperature was neither cold nor hot, which made him feel very comfortable. He stretched, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Go back and live a good life. Just leave everything to 81192 for untr!"
The group of people looked at each other, looked at Fu Ming, then looked at the sculpture, laughed, and turned their backs to the sun. The beautiful sun stretched their shadows very long, and they were all reflected under the sculpture.
Fifteen years later, Sanya, China.[
"If you don't come in and take care of the kids, don't even think about touching your satellite phone again!" Zeng Xiaoting was sweating profusely as she cleared away the dishes on the dining table. After lunch, Fu Ming made an appointment with Xu Cheng to play golf. When he was packing his clubs outside, Xu Cheng had turned into an old man in his forties, with a messy stubble on his face, but Xu Cheng didn't care and seemed to enjoy this image.
"You'd better go in and take care of the child for a while. After all, it's your son. He doesn't do any housework. It's been the same for more than ten years. Didn't you say you want to live a good life?"
"That dead computer is not reliable at all. There is a racial conflict in the Middle East. It actually suggested that UNTR carry out a nuclear strike to wipe out both factions. If Sister T and Cariana hadn't discovered it early, the automated intercontinental guide would have been sent out from Kinshasa. Wow, I was so scared that I broke into a cold sweat. And a few days ago, the Americans went to the South Pacific to do scientific research. They almost sent our aircraft carrier out. The Suzaku-class was dragged back by Sister T’s order just after it took off. It's really unreliable to give that broken computer!" Fu Ming's face was full of bitterness: "I just finished the coordination, how can I relax? I finally have some free time, and I have to go out and relax!" Fu Ming is now He is an old man who is nearly forty years old, but the playful expression on his face seems to have never changed. He no longer wears glasses, has thick black hair, and an elegant look. His appearance rate on TV has also increased. It has gradually decreased over the past ten years.
If you walk on the street, someone will definitely dare to say that this is the top person in charge of UNTR.
However, even though Fu Ming wanted to play golf, he still put down his clubs, entered the house from the yard, and picked up his five-year-old son: "You little kid, you are nothing like me. I was so good when I was a kid." , you don’t even dare to shoot a gun, but you actually walk around the house with a rifle, put the gun down quickly!”
"Don't you blush at all when you say this? When you were a teenager, you dared to kill someone!" Zeng Xiaoting's voice came from the kitchen.
"I kill all bad people!"
Although it was a rifle, the magazine was even loaded on the rifle, let alone fired. This was Fu Ming's only privilege in China, and he could legally hold a gun.
"Old Xu, you go with Song Jiahao, Mo Bing and Huan Huan first!" Fu Ming's face was almost deformed by his son's rubbing, but he still stuck his head out and faced Xu with a doting look on his face. Cheng shouted.
"Mo Bing and Cariana went to North Korea. They said they wanted to experience the customs and customs of the Korean nation. They only went on missions back then, so they didn't care!"
"They took the kids with them!"
"Don't mention it, you even brought Lao Song's son with you!" Although Xu Cheng said this, he was still a little disappointed in his heart. There was a family of three, but he was still alone.
"The matter between you and Sister T... ahem. Although I'm a little older, things have still been done after so many years. You guys always have a knot in your heart. It's good to have a companion when you're old. Find time to get things done quickly.
Let’s do it! Go to Japan and I’ll use tanks as welcome vehicles for you!”
"Let's wait until you give T a few days off first!" Xu Cheng rolled his eyes at Fu Ming, got into the SUV, and drove away.
"My surname is Fu, if you give this kid a rifle to play with again, I will definitely move out and beat people with my gun all day long, and I will never survive!" Zeng Xiaoting just came out of the kitchen, and she still had time to put her rifle away.
When he took off his apron, he saw Fu Ming and his son playing gunfight around the sofa.
"Da da da, Dad, I hit you, you are going to die!" The five-year-old child laughed loudly while holding a rifle. The smile was exactly the same as when Fu Ming was young.
"Ah...I'm dead!" Fu Ming held the gun and slowly collapsed on the ground.
The satellite phone on the coffee table vibrated again and fell to the ground.
Zeng Xiaoting snorted angrily, picked up her son, grabbed the rifle, and hit Fu Ming on the stomach, then walked up to the second floor and coaxed her son to sleep.
Fu Ming got up from the carpet and answered the satellite phone.
"The South China Sea is not peaceful. Indonesia seems to be going to fight with the Philippines. The UK and Spain are also not peaceful. More than ten years later, these border issues are still brought up again..." There was a T voice on the other end of the phone: "It wasn't back then.
Have we already agreed? We even signed a peace treaty!"
"The treaties are all waste paper!" Fu Ming seemed to have returned to his youth: "How can they admit something that we don't even admit? If they drive the warship over, whoever goes overboard will sink their warship.
, I don’t want to see any bloodshed happen, book a flight for me and I’ll go there myself…” [
"Maybe it's the Americans who are stirring up trouble inside. Untr is at its peak. It's been more than ten years. The road ahead is not going to be easy..." Fu Ming turned off the phone, lay down on the carpet, and stared blankly for dozens of seconds.
, I don’t know what he was thinking? Then he got up again and ran up the stairs, wanting to tease his son for a while before going to bed. Who would have thought that as soon as he went up the stairs, he would feel a chill on his head, and a jet of water would hit him directly.
"Cum" on his face.
"You little bastard, how dare you hit me with a water gun!" Fu Ming pretended to be angry, quickly ran up and held his son in his arms.
Zeng Xiaoting chuckled, and then silently put away the water gun behind her.