Niushan Scenic Area.
In early April, the spring was bright and the flowers were in full bloom, but there were no tourists in the scenic area. The scenic spot has been closed for rectification since last year on the grounds of safety, and it has not officially opened until now.
Military trucks drove into the scenic spot one after another and came to the foot of the mountain. The trucks were painted green and looked more powerful and heavier than ordinary large trucks.
The importance of road construction has been deeply ingrained in people's minds over the past few decades. Thanks to the development of the transportation network, even such a big guy can drive to scenic spots smoothly.
There are surveillance drones flying all over the mountains and plains, and pairs of uniformed guards can be seen patrolling the mountains at any time. This place has been blocked and no one is allowed to approach.
Even the aboriginal people in the tourist areas who rely on the mountains are blocked from the scenic spots.
After the military truck arrived at the foot of the mountain, it did not stop. Instead, it turned to a temporarily excavated mountain road. This mountain road was opened up with super-large mining excavators. Ten super-large excavators worked thoroughly, and it took two days to get there directly. Side peak summit.
Military trucks were loaded with various vehicle-borne missiles. They slowly drove away from the trucks and came to the aerial crane erected on the top of the mountain. A line of employees jumped out of the truck to help their colleagues waiting by the aerial crane load the vehicle-borne missiles.
The mechanical arm rotates and transports the vehicle-borne missile to the entrance of the Pantheon Palace: a cliff dozens of meters away!
A young man was holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking up at the vehicle-mounted missile slowly approaching the cliff, and asked his colleagues around him: "Are these things really effective against ancient demons?"
"Who knows," the colleagues around me replied: "Whether it is effective or not is not something we should consider. We will do whatever the company's senior management says. They know better than us how to fight the battle."
The young man asked again: "Will the ancient demon come? Can such an obvious battle deceive the ancient demon? Give it back to me, I will definitely not come."
This question is not out of the ordinary, he can ask it boldly.
A group of colleagues looked at each other in confusion, but could not give an answer. They were junior employees of Baoze, and they could be considered experts at ordinary times, but in this battle, they acted as militiamen and did hard work.
No one complained, which was good, at least the company didn't use them as cannon fodder.
At this time, the colleagues who were guarding the staff looked at the newcomers transporting weapons and said: "Don't be stunned, it's time to exchange slogans."
I was busy with work just now and didn't have time to chant.
The employees who stayed behind took a deep breath and said in unison: "Is the master of Pojun a bad pen?"
The employees delivering the weapons paused and responded in unison: "Yes."
Weapons were delivered to the Pantheon Palace in batches. After all was completed, a senior employee flew out of the Pantheon Palace. He looked around and announced loudly: "Leave Niushan Scenic Area immediately, the Pantheon Palace will be closed soon."
At the same time, everyone present received an evacuation message on their mobile phones, telling them that the Pantheon Palace was about to close and all personnel were to evacuate.
... ...
Dorgon's secret base.
The young master, who was casually chatting about the situation in the world and telling his two allies about the customs of the ancient times, suddenly stopped in his eloquent tone. He could not tell the difference between male and female, and there were obvious emotional fluctuations in his voice: "She wants to shut down all the gods. The entrance to the palace."
Dorgon and Baker Richardson frowned at the same time, smelling something unusual in this information.
"After the entrance to the Pantheon Palace is closed, is there any way for you to enter?" Baker Richardson asked after thinking for a moment.
"It's not difficult to open the entrance to the Ten Thousand Gods Palace. With the power of two Ji Dao, it will take a while to break through. It just takes a while." Qingshi said.
"How long is it?" Dorgon asked.
"Two days at the earliest." Qingshi said: "I remember that I forced my way into the Palace of the Gods, but I can't remember clearly what happened afterwards. Including me, all the masters were suppressed."
For two days... Dorgon chewed on this information.
"Since the Pantheon Palace can be opened violently, what do they mean? Why should they close the entrance to the Pantheon Palace?" Baker Richardson frowned: "Buying time?"
Dorgon lightly pressed the tea lid: "They are the ones who lack time, but this move is obviously beneficial to us. If I were them, I would do everything possible to lure us out."
The young master smiled sinisterly and said: "Isn't this just trying to lure us out? What do you think is the purpose of hiding in the Palace of the Gods at this juncture to buy a few days?"
Dorgon and Baker Richardson are both smart people. After hearing this, they were suddenly shocked: "The fruit is ripe?!"
"No, this is most likely a cover and a ploy to lure us out. Once we can't sit still and jump out, we will fall into the trap." Baker Richardson analyzed.
"However, if we just watch with cold eyes, we may just fall into their trap." The young master said slowly: "No one knows when the fruit will mature, but one thing is for sure, it will be soon."
"Ever since Li Xianyu's first death, his power has begun to recover. According to our speculation, he once traveled back in time in the island country, which was a sign of the fruit's further recovery. So, it is entirely possible that it will soon recover now. of."
Dorgon and Baker Richardson were silent.
This is completely a conspiracy. If it goes away, it may be an ambush. If you don’t go, the fruit may be ripe inside.
But once the fruits are ripe, they will have nothing to do with them, and all the plans of the ages will be in vain.
"Okay, I understand." Baker Richardson shrugged: "You just said that they are likely to give birth to a half-step Yakuza under the influence of evolutionary flesh. Of course, this cannot change anything. But breaking The military master still has one clone that has not been recovered, what are our chances of winning now."
"I can hold back the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace and the Unparalleled Fighting Spirit, but I can't defeat them. Likewise, they can't do anything to me in a short time." Qingshi said.
Its two clones are not comparable to ordinary senior Yakuza. It is still confident of dealing with the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace and the unparalleled fighting spirit. However, in this way, it will be very dangerous. The two clones are actually equivalent to the main body being dispatched. , if he falls in the Palace of the Gods, he will die completely.
Baker Richardson thought for a while and said: "I will deal with Qin Ze. He has no healing power. The Kusanagi Sword can restrain him."
Dorgon's indispensable attitude: "Then I will deal with Li Xianyu and the other three. It's not difficult to deal with three half-step masters."
After a moment of pause, seeing that the two of them did not add anything, Dorgon continued: "Since they have chosen to fight to the death, let's satisfy them. But we can't completely ignore the deployment. President Baker, it's time to play your role and let the superpowers Let the blood descendants of the association attack the various branches of Baoze in a big way."
Baker Richardson frowned, and then understood Dorgon's intention. He used the various branches of Baoze as "hostages" to see if he could force Qin Ze and others out of the Palace of the Gods.
However, how could we receive news from the outside world while we were in the Palace of the Gods
Does he want to push this war directly to the end? No matter whether the fruit is ripe or not, he will hit Baoze hard again and make this official organization completely lose the threat... In this way, even if he falls into the trap, Baoze will be defeated the next time the war begins. Ze is still at a disadvantage.
The masters are all in the Palace of the Gods, let's see who can hold up the show outside.
Baker Richardson stared at the young master for a moment, "How did you receive the information?"
I didn't see him answer the phone or read text messages, nor did his subordinates come in to report.
"I have parasitized puppets outside, sharing my senses and freely manipulating their behavior. This is not an ordinary parasite. The puppets have lost their self-awareness, so they will not be forced out by Baoze's little tricks." Qingshi said calmly.
However, being forced to scold yourself is not always a good experience.
... ...
New York time, 9:50 a.m.
Headquarters of the Superpowers Association, House of Representatives.
The Superpowers Association has three vice-presidents, namely Miraris King, Justin Jean, and Canned Shojiba.
The last one succeeded Walder Jones after his death in the Palace of the Gods.
In addition, there are 22 senior cadres and 38 directors. The former is an important leader of the Superpowers Association and manages the affairs of state branches. The latter is a representative of the affiliated forces of the Super Power Association.
In the hall, there were more than sixty people gathered at this time, each one of whom was a well-known figure in the blood world of the United States. At the same time, they are also a group at the top of the power pyramid in the blood world in the United States.
This meeting was convened by Baker Richardson. As the president of the Association of Superpowers, he has such power, and often the holding of such a meeting means that something big has happened that cannot be ignored.
Everyone present knew this.
A war in the vampire world is coming.
The Buddha's head fell, and Bao Ze revealed that it was Baker Richardson who did it. Although the Superpowers Association does not admit this to the outside world, those present are all people at the pinnacle of power and know it well.
After the incident, President Baker chose to stay in the Far East instead of returning to the United States. This is the best proof.
Why did he choose to stay in the Far East? Is he really in alliance with the ancient demon? What is he plotting and what is his purpose
The big bosses of the Superpower Association are extremely curious and take it seriously.
There were still ten minutes before the meeting started. Vice President Justin coughed and said with a smile: "When I went out today, a guy from the Dawn Alliance came to me and said that he would also come to the meeting."
"I asked them, does the federal government have the final say, or does the state government have the final say?"
"They told me that the Treasury Department has the final say."
A chuckle came.
The Superpowers Association is an official organization of the vampire community formed by the federal government. However, the Superpowers Association is not the only official organization in the United States. Including the Dawn Alliance, there are three official organizations in the United States.
However, the influence of these official organizations is limited to one state.
Because they are an official organization of the blood community formed by a state or several states.
In the United States, the state government and the federal government check and balance each other. The state government can make its own laws (excluding the Constitution). If the federal government’s policies conflict with the state government’s policies, the state government may not adopt the federal government’s policies and truly do what we want. I decide the territory.
Therefore, many states have their own official organizations of the vampire community and do not allow superpower associations to establish branches in their own territories.
When the Superpowers Association was first established, it managed only 12 states. It relied on its financial abilities and the prestige of the ultimate masters to gradually develop into its current size.
At this time, 10:00 arrived and the meeting officially began.
The curtain behind the three vice presidents slowly slid down, and the beam of the projector shone on the curtain. After a few seconds, Baker Richardson's figure appeared.
The president is holding a brightly glazed teacup in his hand, with a huge ink painting in the background.
Baker Richardson looked around at the crowd: "Gentlemen and ladies, I'm glad to see you all here. The fact that you didn't miss the meeting proves that I haven't been abandoned yet."
(End of chapter)