Sam William returned to the town safely. I went to the tavern alone a kangaroo meat piercing alone. I drank a liter of beer. Then I slept on the balcony of the hotel for a noon. At 4 pm. The sun shines into the shade of the balcony. Sam wake up Sam from the sweet sleep. "This leisurely life will not be bored even if he lives in a lifetime." The beer bottle on the iron tea table. Pour the last drop of beer into the mouth.
At this time, the phone suddenly rang. Sam slapped his pocket in a hurry. Finally, he found a mobile phone in the trash can. "Hello." He carefully took off the banana skin on the phone. Sam William's words. Please leave your information after a "beep". This guy is now on a distant Australian vacation.
"Sam. I am your neighbor. Mrs. Wallen. I just notified the water pipe of your house to leak. We have to call the fire brigade to break into the door. Bad. In short, it's really bad now. I will let the eldest daughter Mary temporarily watch the house for you. But try to rush back as soon as possible ... By the way. You ask the turtle you who have tied to. It's not tight. "The voice of the middle -aged woman in the phone said.
"Ah. Good -hearted Mrs. Warren." The Americans sat straight. A charming expression was exposed: "The water pipe in the bathroom has begun to drop water. I still wondering when this old guy can persist. Let Mary enjoy it. Use my room. But don't flip under my mattress. You know ... This ... Single man ... and Miss Gina. If you raise her in a garage without heating Once the temperature is lower than thirteen times, she will start hibernation. It doesn't matter. As long as she puts some soil. She will get into sleep comfortably by herself. "
Mrs. Walren replied: "Then I can rest assured. In addition, my Mary is 20 years old. My boyfriend has changed seven or eight. Your adult magazine is simply a pediatric. That's it. Come back. When you call me in advance. Goodbye. "
The phone was hung up. Sam lost the phone on the table. The stainless steel shell of the mobile phone turned on the table slippery. A fluttering sound. Then I fell into the trash can. "Oh. This explanation is reasonable enough." The Americans nodded. Stand up and walk into the house.
He turned on the TV first. I chose a paid adult channel to start playing A film. Then he locked the door, closed the window, and pulled the curtains. He prepared a roll of hand paper. Then sit on the TV and follow in front of the TV. The ** girl. Sam's mouth grinned. A smile from the heart. I increased the volume a little.
The tempting groan sounded. The hotel owner downstairs frowned: "Come again. Damn American guy. I don't know if you converge." The young wife around him lick his lips involuntarily.
Sam closed his eyes.
He slowly adjusted his breath. In terms of meditation, he is just a layman. It takes almost forty minutes to enter the deep state every time. The yellow -skinned Oriental is particularly easy to master the trick of meditation. And it is difficult to find a trick to find a trick to find a trick. It is said that yoga moves can help enter the state of meditation. What helps the mental state on the top of his head. And as a healthy American with a height of six feet, two hundred pounds weighs, he has no way to make such twisted actions since his infant.
Meditation is a form of consciousness-changing. It enhances self-knowledge and well-being by achieving a deep state of tranquility. To a certain extent, it is a form of self-hypnosis. Sam Williams gradually sank into a dark consciousness. The sound of the movie playing in my ears faded away. The touch of the body, the texture of the breath, the lingering taste of beer on the tip of the tongue and the musty smell from the damp mattress in the cheap hotel gradually dissipated. It was like being pulled away from the real world by invisible hands. In Thirty-five minutes later, Sam finally found the ultimate inner peace. It was a gray-white, empty pure land. The five senses no longer existed. The outside world was meaningless to him. At this moment, even Even he himself disappeared without a trace.
At this time, an old man's voice was like a storm tearing through the sky. He broke into this private spiritual space arrogantly: "Sam Deltaga Copper Mine. The branch has passed your message to the headquarters. This time we communicate directly. The time limit is 3 minutes. Make good use of it.”
"Of course. Listener, I'm risking my life to talk to you." Sam's consciousness vibrated in response.
"The headquarters appreciates your work very much. Following Japan's Asmodeus, Romania's Belusa Papua, Turkey's Beria, and Germany's Samael, this is the sixth Red Owl to be positioned. The address of the Brotherhood branch. The headquarters can determine it by the amount of satellite communication data and the laying status of submarine optical cables that give you the coordinates. What you found is the most special one among the seven departments of the Brotherhood, the 'Deep Sea' department responsible for the deployment of the 'World' project. King Leviathan." The listener said without any emotion. "As a reward, you will immediately change your name to Sam Gamaga Silver Mine. You will be transferred from the intelligence branch to the execution branch. The silver mines will take the initiative. Contact you."
"Ah, great. Will there be a salary increase?" the American said happily. "I have been eyeing that SEMI-engined Dodge Challenger sports car for a long time. I just can't afford the too expensive luxury tax and gasoline tax. This I think I can afford it now."
The listener was silent for a while. Apparently he was not used to Sam's way of speaking. "...You pack your luggage immediately and take the next plane to Tokyo, Japan. The silver mine branch there will arrange a task for you. Poland The branch locked a chosen one in the previous period and protected him from escaping to Mongolia and China. In China, he had a head-on battle with the senior leaders of the Brotherhood Temple Thorn Cross. According to reliable information, one of the opponents was the Lion. 'Deveru. The eleventh-ranked member of the Round Table Council of the Brotherhood. Being able to attract his attention means that the entropy value of this chosen person is very high. And this man is inextricably linked to your brother. ."
"My brother, that astronaut with shockingly smelly feet, what does he have to do with it?" Sam asked in surprise.
"Silver Mine will give you an explanation. The limit is almost reached. That's it. Good luck. Gamma."
The tranquility brought about by meditation was shattered. The small gray-white world collapsed. The woman's moans, the salty smell of the sea breeze, and the severe headache came at the same time. "Pfft." Two spurts came out of Sam Williams' nostrils. Blood. He immediately grabbed the roll of paper in his hand and blocked his nose to prevent blood from splattering on the sheets. "...Gamma sounds good. But...uhhh...it's really unbearable to do this every time..." He gritted his teeth and muttered. It took him ten minutes to overcome the headache. He staggered out of bed and turned off the TV. He went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. The nosebleeds had condensed into dry scabs on his face. Fortunately, the blood vessels in the nasal mucosa were damaged by the mental shock. The rupture healed easily. He wouldn't bleed to death during a routine communication.
"There are always a few days in a month." Sam wiped his face with a towel. Rubbing the green stubble on his face with his hands, Sam concluded. "The caste has been upgraded. But are you going to the front line to perform tasks? Japan. Very good. .Japan." He opened the curtains and walked to the balcony. He picked out his mobile phone from the trash can. He found his brother Rick Williams' phone number in the address book. His fingers hung on the dial button for a long time, and then he pressed cancel.
What happened in the "Blackfin Tuna" hotel in Devonport will naturally not be known to the staff in the white building not far away. In fact, "Leviathan" is currently undergoing intense dispatch. Two operators After working continuously for 7 hours, I finally had time to exit the "world". I turned the swivel chair to a place where I chatted and drank a cup of coffee.
"When I moved from the monitoring room to this ghost department, my workload tripled. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing," one of them complained.
"Yes. Use the loudspeaker to distract the lost tourists. It is the simplest job. As long as you don't talk nonsense in the work diary, you can get off work on time every day." The second one agreed. "But who let us operate Van der Waal? I made a small mistake when building the barrier, which caused the power supply to the entire Tasmania to be interrupted for five minutes."
"That's not my fault." The first one said loudly: "Who allowed Leviathan to be built on this small island where birds do not lay eggs? The power of a few hydropower stations and tidal power stations is simply not enough."
The second one shook his head: "It is said that the southernmost island in the world has unique advantages in satellite communications. I don't know the details. Speaking of which, candidate No. 42 has attracted some attention recently. I heard that the following three of us Several big shots at the top could not catch him... so they had to rely on the strength of other bureaus."
"Hahaha. That's really a scandal." The first one smiled happily: "Fortunately, the Western Continent that our bureau is responsible for has been basically pacified by the Zhawi Empire. The work is easy to carry out."
At this time, a voice sounded in the room: "Go back to work. As for coffee, just go back and drink it in the evening. A bunch of lazy idiots..."
Hearing the director's scolding, the two people quickly put on earmuffs and eye masks. They flattened the seats and found a comfortable position to lie down. The terminal chip that drove the implant in the medulla oblongata logged into the 'world'.
"Is the magic circle responding?" An officer's eyes were confused for a moment. Then he replied to Qingming. He moved his neck and asked the military mage next to him who was in charge of detecting the magic circle. "No. Captain, there are no heretics within 50 miles." A sign of blood." The mage replied.
"Then let's go to the next town." The officer ordered. He opened the curtain with his command knife and walked out of the tent. The town square was crowded with trembling St. Bollen people. In the background of the dilapidated buildings, there was a distant place on the red soil plateau. There stands a huge black-brown castle...it is the remains of the red stone castle that was completely burned.