But they can't control so much now. As the three of them are the pinnacle of the earth's combat power, they must win this battle!
As a light speed weapon, laser can travel at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second. As long as it is aimed at it, there is no possibility of evasion.
"I hope this weapon will not be used, otherwise the price will be too high." Zhong Yunlong sighed in his heart, feeling that the preparations were indeed sufficient, "Once the laser weapon is used, the background will be less, and the funds for next year will be This is a problem. The coalition government will have to find some excuse to cut spending."
"You can't fight for it and ask for more. We have a big business here, and even our subordinates need money to take the train. How can we do things without money?" Sun Minghan picked up a whip and said.
His true ability is shadow manipulation, but he is good at using whip weapons to paralyze enemies.
"The Anomaly Investigation Bureau is already big enough. If it gets bigger, won't it become a coalition government?"
"Besides, if the organization is large, it is inevitable to suffer from Parkinson's disease. I always feel that the following group of people are just a bunch of pig brains. They want to do everything themselves, but how much can one person do?"
Zhong Yunlong pointed to his brain: "If it wasn't to provide fuel for the fire of the soul, you think I want to sit in this position."
"Nowadays, there is no end to the daily worries, but they are the best fuel for the fire of the soul."
"Your method is quite mysterious. I almost want to switch to Soul Fire." The old white man Thor on the other side said, "My current innate talent, the power of thunder and lightning, seems to have come to an end, and I can no longer make any progress." . If you can cultivate the fire of the soul, maybe there will be another chance."
Zhong Yunlong laughed and said, "There is a certain order of learning, and there are specializations in the arts. If you are willing to convert to spiritual fire, I will naturally teach you."
"Let's go and meet the mysterious man for a while! After we find him, we should be polite first and then attack him. Don't rush to take action."
As a top genius who can create his own unique skills and stand out from billions of people, Zhong Yunlong naturally has extraordinary innate talent. "Misfortunes and blessings depend on each other". This talent has allowed him to survive a lot of difficult times.
Therefore, he is also a top divination master.
Unprecedented success - the West, Tiepan City.
Zhong Yunlong froze on the spot, sweating profusely: "Isn't this Lao Zhang's hometown?"
"It always feels like he's just standing there arrogantly and deliberately asking us to do divination?"
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"Let me tell you, objective strength is the basis for subjective initiative. You still don't believe it." Zhang Ming beat Ms. Calabash violently in his dream and felt completely refreshed.
Although Ms. Calabash is not very honest, saying "Human, let you know my learning ability", her actual operation is a mess.
Give her a master with 2000 attributes, "indestructible" and "the ability to enter dreams".
It really couldn't beat the combined efforts of five great masters, and they were beaten violently in minutes.
In particular, these five great masters are all under the control of Zhang Ming.
This "dream fight with crickets" lasted for several hours, simulating fighting situations under various conditions, and finally ended with Zhang Ming deliberately letting her win.
Daihulu stayed there motionless, Zhang Ming couldn't help but flicked it with his fingers: "Why don't you say a word?"
She said faintly: [Well, I always feel that I am a bit vain and not as innocent as before. 】
[Obviously he is a rookie in fighting, but he is still looking forward to victory, and he is even a little happy after being deliberately given up. 】
[Is this a deeply human flavor? 】
"This is not just a human flavor, it is a common problem of intelligent creatures all over the world. If there is no desire to win, they will soon be eliminated in the process of survival." Zhang Ming said meaningfully, "This is not a fight. According to human terms, This is called having a cordial and friendly conversation, enhancing mutual understanding and fully exchanging views."
"Okay, we should have arrived at our destination, right? It's time to get off the bus, let you see my hometown!"
[Someone is divining our information. 】
"Let them divination as you like, there's no harm in it anyway."
Zhang Ming woke up from his dream and yawned. The speed of the train was slowly decreasing.
Finally, we stopped at a slightly old train station.
Tiepandong Station has arrived.
This was once the place where my parents lived.
During the time of the great earthquake a long time ago, Tiepan City, located inland, was the most livable and safest place, and it also had coal and steel deposits.
For a long time, the administrative center of Daxia Kingdom was here, and its function was no different from that of the capital.
However, times have changed, and a hundred years have passed. After all, Tiepan City is not an important transportation place, nor does it have any special supernatural resources. The situation of the earth has gradually stabilized, and it will naturally fall back to its proper position.
The administrative center of Daxia Kingdom has long been moved to a larger city. Economic development is the most important thing in human civilization. Compared with objective laws, administrative power is really not worth mentioning.
Zhang Ming put on his invisibility cloak and followed the crowd out of the car, experiencing this ancient city full of the sense of passage of time.
The infrastructure built in the past, such as train stations, highways, railways, etc., also looks a bit old, and the walls are stained with a color like tea. Fortunately, these buildings can still be used.
The parasol trees growing wildly on the roadside cover the sky and the sun, bringing a bit of coolness to the midsummer.
Here you can even find buildings from 150 years ago, some air-raid shelters designed to avoid disasters, as well as earthquake-resistant buildings, canals, dams, man-made lakes, etc. left over from the original "Suiren Project".
"In the past, there was a city named Beiping, which was our cultural and political capital." Zhang Ming explained, "But now, Beiping has long been submerged by the sea, and only a few small islands in the Taihang Mountains remain. .”
"The traces of the old times are really getting fewer and fewer, but it's normal. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. There should be some cultural capitals left. I will take you to see them when the time comes."
"Actually, this is not my real hometown..."
"But for me, the place where I have my family is my hometown."
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. The sun gradually moved to the west, stretching the shadows. Zhang Ming walked home slowly, as if he was returning home from school one day, carrying his heavy schoolbag. .
Occasionally, youthful men and women will pass by on the roadside, laughing and chatting about interesting things around them.
The university that once moved here did not move with it, so Tiepan City slowly turned into a city with education as its main industry.
Even during the summer vacation, there are still many students who have not left school.
However, the days of dancing and flying are indeed far away. Zhang Ming will never be able to return to his student days no matter how shameless he is. He took off his invisibility cloak and transformed into his original appearance.
He also found that he had forgotten the way home, or in other words, he didn't know where his home was.
"Excuse me, where is the largest cemetery here?" Zhang Ming randomly found an old man playing chess on the roadside and asked.
"That's the mountain in front. It's probably more than ten miles away. Just take bus No. 122 and you'll be there."
"Thank you."
A dozen miles is nothing to Zhang Ming's pace.
This is not the time to pay respects and sweep graves, and there are not many people in the cemetery.
Zhang Ming bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and soon found the graves of his relatives. Looking at the familiar words on them, memories of the past came flooding back.
Withered flowers, withered leaves, under the torrent of time, some things seem to have never happened.
There is no afterlife in the world, but people always hope for an afterlife to soothe their fear of death.
Zhang Ming placed the flowers in front of the grave and whispered quietly: "Dad, Mom, I'm back."
"I'm living a good life now... I should be happy in the future."
Zhang Ming felt that he was a person who was not good at expressing himself. Even though he had thousands of words to say, he could not say a word at this moment. Everything was stuck in his throat and swallowed into his stomach.
“A lot of stories happened and I met a lot of interesting friends.”
He observed a few minutes of silence, took a deep breath, and then introduced his friends with a smile, including Miss Calabash floating beside him.
"This is a kid who likes role-playing. She should stay with me for a long time."
He kept chattering for half an hour, then turned and left.
Even though he has many ways to find his so-called "home", such as asking a local for directions, or buying a map or something.
But I don’t want others to know that I don’t even know where my home is.
Those complicated emotions were like the weather in summer, which could change at a moment's notice. There was a soft "bang" sound, and a thunderstorm suddenly came. Zhang Ming was caught off guard and was soaked in the heavy rain.
So he simply walked in the rain and lamented: "I originally wanted to walk back slowly from the southeast, but the human government was chasing me in a hurry. Once I got involved with the government, I lost that leisurely elegance."
"This seems to be fine now."
"People have to accept reality."
He could only rely on his spiritual sense and wander around the city, taking matters into his own hands wherever he went.
As heavy rain falls, pedestrians on the road take shelter from the rain, and the accumulated water on the street looks like transparent mirrors.
The lights of the street lights were blooming with a pale yellow light on the rainy day. Suddenly, two children, a boy and a girl, jumped out of the bus and welcomed the heavy rain with laughter.
The boy is just an ordinary boy, a little older, about 10 years old, but has not lost his childishness; the girl is just an ordinary girl, seven or eight years old, with the twin ponytails unique to that age, her complexion is pale and dazzling, and her feet are Wearing a pair of exquisite black leather shoes.
Her right foot stepped on the stagnant water and then retracted. After a while, I took off my precious little leather shoes and stepped on the stagnant water with my bare feet.
The boy sighed and didn't know what he was cursing. He held an umbrella for her and walked on the roadside. But soon I couldn't resist the temptation of treading water, so I took off my shoes and started trampling vigorously, forgetting my mother's warning long ago.
(End of chapter)
