Unexpectedly, the topic of Huaguo's application for more than 4,000 patents did not spread. The Huaguo Difu did not take the next step.
Some competition is silent and deadly. And don't say back, it's impossible to even make a gap.
The pulse of the times, whoever pinches it is the master of this world. In the face of such competition, you don't even need words, you don't need to let go of harsh words. All you need to do is run as fast as you can.
Even if you run a moment earlier than your opponent.
Like now.
Eleven years ago, at the Nara Conference, the topic of new energy first appeared in front of all the ghost people.
Ten years ago, during the Apocalypse Debate, Huaguo Difu came up with decisive evidence, but it made the entire academic community doubtful. It is impossible to see the three permanent members of the underworld in China approaching the next era, and jointly launched the Prometheus project, and this more than ten years of technology competition began from then on.
No one announced the start.
No one has declared that this is a technological competition.
It's just... either side is trying their best to move towards the finish line. Now that it has been activated, money should be poured into it. It seems that the atmosphere of the Cold War has reached today, and someone finally rang the first bell.
It is Huaguo Difu again.
Perhaps this is a reminder. Just a reminder... It's noon, it's time to stand in line.
Perhaps, this is the way to admit defeat - if R&D fails, then grab the patent. As long as the patent is in hand, we can tolerate you getting new energy, but we also have to share some of the benefits.
Not many gods of death know about this. However, no one spoke, let alone acted. Because they are also clear that at this stage, any action, condemnation, these are all useless.
Since the underworld of Huaguo dares to move, then... it must have to see the true chapter!
When the sword is unsheathed, there will be blood!
"It's just... I don't know whose blood..." Greece occupied the territory, the old French capital, Paris. In a building that looks very old, an old man sighed silently. Standing up, he nodded to the person opposite: "I see."
"Thank you for your understanding." Standing opposite him were a dozen bodyguards in suits. The man in the center is about two meters tall. Thick blond hair, a striking beard, and a thin body.
He was also wearing a suit, however, the suit couldn't hide the bulging muscles under his clothes at all. It doesn't match his skinny figure. However, no one at the scene could laugh.
Epaminondas.
In more than 300 BC, it was he who defeated the invincible Spartan army at that time. Known as the most dazzling general star in ancient Greece, the first stage of the god of death. He was also the one who broke the gate of France during the Greek war of aggression. The famous Teutonic Knights did not resist the Greek army like the flood peak. Eventually, France became one of the Greek territories.
France is now called West Francia.
Ipaminonda continued: "It is your duty. We are not forcing anyone. There are still one year and ten months before the start of the GTO. Before every international event, it is necessary for the world organization to visit the venue to Prove that the other party really has the specifications for the event. Isn't it?"
"Yes." The old Yin Ling smiled bitterly: "But the scheduled time is still four months..."
"Time doesn't matter. What matters is whether you need it or not." Ipaminonda nodded deeply, stretched out his broad hand to hold the other's palm, and patted it lightly: "Every god of death, I'm looking forward to you. news."
After speaking, he walked towards the door without looking back. The Yin soldiers were like the tide pouring into the whirlpool, and they retreated completely in an instant.
The whole room was quiet again.
Dangdang Dangdang... At this moment, the bell for get off work rang. The old man sighed, packed his luggage, and walked out of the hall.
On the familiar road, the cars pulled by the yin beasts drove fast on the road. This spot is always full of pedestrians. He circled familiarly to the back of the GTO office building. There is a small stable there. As a decent Yin spirit, he naturally has his own carriage.
He was not walking fast. When he turned around the building, he couldn't help leaning against the wall and sighed.
Something is going to happen...
And no small thing! It's a big deal!
His soul trembled for no reason, only in a place where such a person could not see, would he dare to tremble gently.
In an avalanche, no snowflake is spared.
As one of the directors of the GTO, he can see too many economic contexts. It is these contexts that make him feel more and more chilled. Even a few months ago, he proposed to resign from his superiors, but he did not get approval.
His fists clenched silently, his forehead resting on his fists, his fists against the wall. Teeth are clenched, and in my mind, many things that have happened this year quickly flashed through: Ten months ago, the Russian underworld suddenly loosened and stopped the delivery of tea to Japan.
There are only two regions in the world that consume large amounts of tea, Japan and China.
The Russian underworld produces a type of tea that is only produced in extremely cold regions: Frost Gyokuro. Of course, Russian ghosts are not good for this. But it does not prevent it from selling sky-high prices in China's underworld and Japan's underworld.
Now, not exporting to Japan, where are they going to export
No conclusion.
Because... they are not exported to any region!
Eight months ago, the five Nordic countries began hoarding Sinan stones. No... It's not just them, Sinan stones in major regions have been acquired by some companies one after another. Not taking the world trade platform is considered a company-to-company acquisition - at least that's how it seems to outsiders.
He initially thought so too.
It wasn't until the Egyptian underworld threw an investigation report on his face that he realized... 80% of the Sinan stones flowed into Asia! All that entered were the vassal states of China!
Seven months ago, China's local government increased its iron ore trade, and the three major iron ore mines in Africa suddenly increased production by 200%! Ships crossed the Red Sea and entered the Indian Ocean, even if they were stopped by the Egyptian underworld for several months. When it was finally time to stop them, let them enter South Asia.
It is also the category of Huaguo Difu!
Six months ago, five months ago... Four months ago... The economic mobilization that was not looking at each other, the export control that was difficult to discern with the naked eye... The whole world seemed to be alive, no... Every cell was alive. Come over, and silently carry out some kind of tacit arrangement.
Something is happening every month! Happening nonstop! It's like a sea where a tsunami is rising, just waiting for the day when it erupts!
No one said the word "war", but at this moment even he felt a deep chill.
What the hell is going on in this world...
"Sir." A voice came from behind him: "I'm afraid there will be a storm tonight, are you still in the carriage?"
"No, I don't need it." The old Yin Ling shook his head sullenly. He couldn't figure out why, but he felt it with his intuition after sitting in the World Trade Organization for too long. And it is an extremely dangerous induction, even more than the famous credit collapse in Egypt three hundred years ago and the great devaluation of the Greek drachma seven hundred years ago.
Before any world-scale crisis strikes, there are bound to be countless anomalous appearances. Now... it's all out...
He sighed again and was about to straighten up. But at this moment, his body suddenly paused.
It was a woman who spoke just now.
But... His coachman is a man! Moreover, the driver will never arbitrarily ask the driver what to do!
So... who is the... behind me
He swallowed hard, and when he turned around, he saw a woman in a kimono.
She is so beautiful, so beautiful that the pupils of the old Yin Ling are all hers. However, the woman bowed respectfully and moved away slowly, revealing the unimaginable scene behind!
Papa... The old Yin Ling's handbag fell to the ground, and he stared at his eyes with astonishment.
Dozens of bodyguards.
Uniform suit and leather shoes. They leaned behind stable posts, crouched in surrounding trees, or lurked in the shadows of buildings. The hiding places vary, the only thing that is the same is the…
The crossbows in their hands were aimed at the old man!
However, the old man was not shocked by these at all!
He didn't even feel scared, just felt shocked, staring blankly at the three old men in the center of the bodyguard.
They were old, like dying zombies. Wear very casual clothes. They were all in wheelchairs, pushed by a powerful Yin spirit behind them, slowly driving towards him.
"This is impossible..." The old man's voice was shaking, and he looked back at the building subconsciously.
Ipaminonda was there just now! How did these people hide from the eyes of a god of death and wait here
If Epiminonda knew they were here, he would never have allowed himself to meet them!
"Listen, Pilkun." An old man in the center opened his mouth first, and his cane inlaid with gems lightly paused on the ground: "I want you to tell me why Ipaminonda is looking for you. And... I want detailed information on all incoming and outgoing supplies from the world...especially South Asia in the last year!"
"Who was with whom, where, what transactions were made, when, and who were the participants! Give me as much detail as you can! Do you understand?"
Pilkun opened his mouth, his Adam's apple moved with difficulty.
No... it's illegal! He wanted to shout out loud like this, but he couldn't say a word.
Because, these old Yin spirits can be said to be unknown on GTO!
Heihachiro Fujii, the contemporary lord of the Tianping Sacred Treasure Consortium.
The contemporary lord of the Abbas consortium, Faisal Ibn Abdul Aziz.
The contemporary lord of the chant consortium, Archbishop Antonios.
"We don't have time to waste with you. We're here in person, and we just don't want anyone to know that we've been here. Because... you know... our quasi-artifacts are embedded in the soul. Only it can hide from all the gods of death. It's no secret."
Pilkun's lips parted and parted, and finally, with a plop, he sat down limply. Holding his head in pain, he wailed in a low voice: "What the hell is going to happen? What the hell is going on in this world?!"
No one answered.
After a long time, the old man on the left smiled and said hoarsely: "As expected of a Yin spirit who has been sitting on the GTO directorship for hundreds of years, his sense of smell is indeed keen."
He stretched out his hand, and the bodyguard behind him, who was too tall to be human, immediately supported him. He stood up with a cane with a grim smile: "Of course it's a big deal..."
"The wheel of history is on our heads again. This time... If we don't get it right, we will all be wiped out... Even the four permanent members will fall to the altar... Is it serious enough, you say?"
"So..." He walked in front of the other party, slammed in suddenly, inserted his cane in front of Pilkun, and sank three inches into the ground. There was a hint of urgency in the voice.
"We really, really don't have time to listen to your excuses. What do you think?"
brush!
In all directions, the crossbows were raised at the same time. Dozens of cold stars all aimed at him!