Arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust. These seven deadly sins are common to all highly intelligent creatures, and humans are no exception.
Even if they know that a certain location in Siberia is about to usher in the fiercest and craziest moment, there are always people who can't stand the greed in their hearts.
In the office, Patsy and Pompeo looked at each other.
On both sides of the office, there are vague shadows surging.
A sinister aura spread throughout the office, making it extremely uncomfortable.
Pompeii glanced at it, and his voice returned to calmness, without the previous excitement, "You have brought these things out again. It seems that you are really determined to get involved."
The bodies of those things were twisted to varying degrees, and pairs of golden pupils were like red-hot irons at night.
immortal person.
"Even if the War of the Gods comes to an end, do you really think that these things can pose a threat to the gods who won the War of the Gods?" Passi was not polite about the behavior of the Gattuso family.
They are only human after all.
Even if they could control immortals with extremely long lives, those immortals would still not be gods.
There is always an unbridgeable gap between God and man.
Patsy didn't answer, but took out a black box the size of two palms from his pocket.
He pushed the black box in front of Pompeii, "The family also prepared this for this battle of the gods."
"Is this?" Pompeo frowned and looked at Percy.
"You will know after you open it and take a look." Patsy smiled.
Pompeii opened the black box gently with doubts.
Inside the black box, three black and white bullets as thick as two fingers were lying quietly.
But the moment Pompeii opened the black box, the flow of elements in the room was obviously disturbed, and even brought up a strange wind.
The wind spread outward from the black box.
Looking at these three black and white bullets, Pompeo felt a little scared for no reason. The blood in his body seemed to freeze the moment he opened the black box.
Pompeii could clearly feel the terror of these three bullets.
Inside, there is enough power to kill gods!
This is a very strange feeling. It obviously looks like a strange shape, but when you actually see it, you will naturally know how terrifying it is.
Passy was not surprised by Pompey's performance.
Because when he received these three bullets from the old people, he was also shocked for a long time by the heritage of the Gattuso family.
"This bullet..." Pompeii's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his voice had a vibrato.
"That's right." Passi said calmly, "These three bullets are made from the bones of the most virtuous and immortal being. The flames in the bullets have been replaced by His bone powder and His blood is still undried!”
"Where did you get it from?" Pompeii could no longer remain calm.
He was once the only one, He was on top of the world.
He is the most virtuous and the most powerful!
His name has endured from ancient times to this day.
Someone once predicted that no one or anything could kill him.
Nothing can destroy his bones and flesh.
But thousands of years ago, this great being finally died on his throne. The blood flowing from his body formed a river at the foot of the mountain, and even ice and snow could not freeze it.
His time is over.
But His bones and flesh are still there!
Percy looked at Pompeii, his ice blue eyes looked even more enchanting, "You should know that the Gattuso family is omnipotent!"
"Is this a gift from that god? No, it's impossible for that god to give this thing away!" Pompeii took a deep breath.
Although Pompeii already knew that the family was not simple.
From the time he sent Nidhogg's egg to the moon, Pompeii clearly understood the power of his family.
But Pompeii didn't know that the family could even obtain Nidhogg's former skeleton.
"Is your reaction too drastic? You know, Nidhogg's eggs have fallen into our hands. They are just some dead bones. Even if it is difficult to get them, what's the problem? After all, until a few decades ago, we still controlled Nidhogg's life and death!" Percy said slowly.
"These are weapons to deal with the gods..." At this moment, Pompeo had to admit that the Gattuso family, those old immortals lying in the sterile room, were indeed terrifying enough.
These things are enough to kill gods!
"It's more than that," Patsy said, placing a remote control button in front of Pompeii.
He raised his head, and his gaze seemed to penetrate through the layers of ceilings, pass through the high sky, and land on low-Earth orbit.
"The family's space-based weapons have been calibrated to Siberia."
"No matter which god he is, if he is hit by a Skyrim weapon, there is only one way to die."
"No god can enjoy the fruits of victory!"
"The War of the Gods is the twilight of the gods. The War of the Gods is an opportunity for our Gattuso family!"
"Chen Motong can only belong to Gattuso!"
"If the gods want to get involved, they can only kill the gods!"
Patsy's voice was like the cold winter wind, possessing a strong penetrating power, "I will personally go to Siberia and pave a path for my family to the throne!"
After Percy finished speaking, he gently lowered his head towards Pompeii. The broken hair on his forehead hid his eyeliner in the shadow, "In this new world, the brightest position must belong to Gattuso."
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North America.
In the conference room, representatives of all mixed-race families gathered together.
"What happened? Who can tell me?" a representative loudly reprimanded.
In recent times, the global financial economy has been declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A large number of stocks were sold and converted into banknotes and cash, and then gold, arms, and energy hard currencies were purchased.
Whenever this happens in global stock markets, it must be a sign of war.
However, from the intelligence sources they obtained, there was no possibility of a major war breaking out.
Even against Syria, the US government does not necessarily use war. Now it is more about threats.
It is this that makes everyone feel terrified.
Something big was brewing without their knowledge.
They had no idea when that terrible thing would suddenly break out.
"Quiet!"
At the head of the table, the old man gently wiped the silver pistol in his hand. Perhaps because he thought it was too noisy, he tapped the butt of the gun on the table.
The old man spoke, and the conference room quickly became quiet.
For that old man, these North American mixed-race representatives were full of awe and respect.
If nothing else, just because of his name, Henkel.
Has he ever been the one to face Angers and survive!
"The war is about to begin." Henkel said calmly.
Hearing this, all the North American representatives' eyelids twitched.
"According to my friends in the military..."
A representative spoke, but was quickly interrupted by Henkel, "This is not a war for mankind."
"Isn't it a human war?"
"This is a war between dragon kings." Even though Henkel is old, his eyes are still so sharp, "It is also a war between mixed-race families!"
He glanced at the crowd and said slowly, "We need a nuclear submarine to wait on the coast of the Arctic Ocean!"
His tone paused, "It would be best to be able to carry nuclear warheads."
Everyone's pupils shrank, "This..."
Not to mention nuclear submarines and nuclear bombs, just entering the Arctic Ocean coast is an extremely troublesome problem.
Obviously, Henkel wants to sail the nuclear submarine into Russian waters. This may not be an easy task. If not, those old guys will just flip the table.
Henkel glanced at everyone, "I don't want to hear your excuses, I just need to know, can I get it?"
After a moment of silence, one of them said, "Okay."
"Very good." Henkel stood up, "This is about the distribution of your future interests. Whoever wants to get more, then pay more!"
"Remember, we will face the Dragon King! The real Dragon King!"
"What about him? Do I need to notify him to come back?" someone asked.
"Leave it to him, he can know Cassel's every move." Henkel said.
Henkel knew that the man was asking Fingel.
As long as he thinks of Fingel's unreliable character, Henkel is a little helpless.
But who made Fingel the leader chosen by them all?
"You still can't let go." Henkel thought of Fingel and sighed softly.
Everything about him, his life, was buried in that cold sea.
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Arctic.
The icebreaker broke the ice along the way, leaving a trail of water behind it.
Fingel stood on the deck, looking down at the broken ice and the turbulent water, as if he saw the dark and boundless seabed again, and saw the girl who pushed him out of another world.
The suffocating feeling of being submerged in the sea came again.
Fingel shook his head vigorously.
It has been two months since we entered the Arctic Ocean.
In the past two months, they have been following the trajectory of the YAMAL icebreaker, but they have not found any clues.
Except, of course, the dazzling aurora in the sky.
At this time, a figure walked up to Fingel, took out a cigar from his arms, lit it, and then handed the cigar box to Fingel.
"Boss, this is why I like to go on missions with you!" When Fingel saw this, the previously silent and depressing expression on his face disappeared. He carefully took out a cigar box, and then seemed to think of After hearing something, he took the cigar box very naturally, closed the cigar box, and put it into his pocket without leaving any trace.
Caesar didn't pay attention to Fingel's little movements, but looked at the endless ice in the distance with parallel eyes.
"Boss, your taste is indeed on point. You don't know that the way you smoke a cigar is so cool. Let me take a picture of you and post it on the forum. Those school girls will definitely go crazy again!" Fingel said It's a very shameless flattery.
"The academy asked us to go back, our mission is over." Caesar said calmly while smoking a cigar.
"Isn't that good? It's just like a two-month trip to the Arctic Ocean, and you get a subsidy for the business trip. How nice?" Fingel murmured, "But boss, you just don't care. It's not like me. I wish I could stay longer and earn more." subsidy."
"My uncle is dead," Caesar said after a moment's silence.
"Which uncle?" Fingel subconsciously asked.
"The one I hate the most." Caesar said expressionlessly.
Fingel was silent for a moment after hearing this. He looked at Caesar and hesitated, "Should I congratulate you? Or should I let you express my condolences?"
Caesar didn't answer Fingel's words. His voice was indescribably complicated, including shock, dismay, and a little disbelief.
Although he hates Frost, he even hates him so much that he wants to shoot him.
However, when he actually heard the news of Frost's death, his mood was complicated.
He couldn't clearly express how he felt now, he just felt that it happened suddenly.
"My father is unreliable." Caesar added. "He doesn't care about the family at all. He only lingers on women's bellies."
"Um, boss, I also want to be a waste like that..." Fingel was envious.
"The important responsibility of the family has fallen into my hands." Caesar looked at the cigar in his hand, felt inexplicably disgusted, and threw it into the sea, "I want to succeed the Gattuso family."
After Caesar finished speaking, he turned and returned to the cabin.
He has received a notification from his family, which means that this trip to the Arctic Ocean has come to an end.
The family could not place their hopes on Pompeii.
No matter how much he hated his family, at that moment, he still had to shoulder the responsibility of the family that he once hated so much.
This may be due to the so-called blood relationship and the so-called concern.
"Hey, boss, after you become the heir of the Gattuso family, can I still be your little brother? Just give me the bank president!" Fingel shouted towards Caesar's back, but unfortunately Caesar didn't There was no looking back.
The deck was quiet again.
The icebreaker began to change direction, and Fingel looked at the endless icy sea, still feeling a little reluctant.
At this moment, it seems that everyone has found their destination.
He was the only one still looking at the frozen sea, asking for nothing.
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at the same time.
Kassel, in the sterile room.
In the medical cabin, the old man who was seriously injured and dying and almost burned to char by the thunder suddenly opened his eyes.
His pupils erupted with lava-like golden luster, appearing cold and indifferent.
After a long time, the old man's bright golden eyes slowly extinguished.
His face was still pale, but his eyes were as energetic as ever.
He unplugged the various instruments connected to his body and climbed up from the medical cabin.
Many people said that he was an evil ghost who rose from the dead, but Ange did not deny it.
Because he did rise from the dead.
He slowly came to the floor-length mirror next to him. His face in the mirror was pale and wrinkled.
On the hanger next to him, a neat and clean suit was prepared.
Angers thought that maybe a fan girl had prepared it for him.
Of course, it's more likely to be the sloppy vice principal.
But it doesn't matter.
Angers took off his suit and slowly put it on.
This is not the first time he has climbed back from the edge of death.
Angers looked at himself in the mirror and put on his bow tie carefully and skillfully.
How could this war be without him?
