Darkness is Coming: Chapter 618 Far River! Far River! Added for the leader of Zi and Mo
"Ms. Su, President Yang invites you to come over, the signing ceremony is about to start." A clear female voice sounded, interrupting Su Yue's reverie, it was President Yang's secretary Deng Dan.
"Okay, thank you." Su Yue got up immediately.
Deng Dan led the way, looking back from time to time, seeing Su Yue's formal suit, he couldn't help laughing: "I'm not used to seeing you in a white coat."
"Well, it's a special occasion." Su Yue looked down at the road under her feet without a smile on her face. She can understand Deng Dan's ease, the mutant surrender is a foregone conclusion, the third world war should not appear in the short term, and the burden of pulling people's nerves is quietly put down, everyone will inevitably feel relaxed and happy.
I just don't know. Does Deng Dan know that there are thousands of nuclear missiles aimed at this area at this time. If she knows, can she maintain such a relaxed state of mind? Su Yue thought to herself that Mongolia's military strength is still at the level of using main battle tanks and conventional artillery units as trump cards, and it has no ability to intercept nuclear strikes from China and Russia. In this regard, I am afraid that they will not celebrate with each other after seeking huge returns.
"Ms. Su."
President Yang's voice came from the front, and Su Yue looked up and saw that President Yang was waving at her. Not surprisingly, he still had a cigarette in his mouth, but this time he installed a filter behind the cigarette filter. A disposable filter.
This detail made Su Yue smile bitterly in her heart. To smoke an extra filter, this is something that only middle-aged and elderly people with declining physical conditions do. It is really sad that a person under the age of 20 is facing a mid-life crisis. distressed again.
Su Yue stepped up and walked to Yang Xiaoqian's side. After a moment of hesitation, she raised her right hand to hammer on her left chest, standing at attention and salute. This is the battle ceremony of the Yuanjiao Association. Su Yue was not a member of the Yuanjiao Association, so she did it very strangely.
"Huh?" Yang Xiaoqian raised the corner of his mouth, "You know?"
Su Yue nodded, President Yang's observation skills have always been keen, and it is not surprising that she can see her thoughts through this action.
"Are you confident?" Yang Xiaoqian asked.
"Go all out!" Su Yue replied without hesitation, even if she vomited blood and was injured, she would have to build a perfect dream battlefield.
"Very good." Yang Xiaoqian nodded in satisfaction.
"President Yang, it is a good thing for us to use the dream battlefield to simulate and gain combat experience for special individuals. Will Wen Yan agree?" Su Yue suddenly asked, now she is looking forward to this battle. Inevitably there will be gains and losses.
"Promise? You are wrong. It's not me who made the request, but she will definitely make this request, and then I will agree to her. Well, don't ask any more questions, just follow me into the synagogue." Yang Xiaoqian did not explain his judgment to Su Yue Where did it come from? Turn around and go straight to the Mongolian Congress Hall. Because the Holy Clan cannot build a decent building in a short period of time, the signing ceremony will be held in the Congress Hall by borrowing the venue of the Mongolian government.
The hall was full of people, and representatives of various countries had arrived ahead of schedule. In popular words, most of them came to play soy sauce. For them, the signing of a peace treaty was just a passing game, and the real negotiation and treaty were settled. , they are just here to share information, explore secrets, and, incidentally, share the honor of participating in historic events.
In the area where the representatives of the Huaxia side are seated, the senior officials of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are seated in the chief, listening to the simultaneous interpreters through headphones to interpret the speeches of the representatives of all parties. Behind him, fifty-seven senior awakened people who had experienced battles sat in three rows, their expressions were cold and full of fighting spirit, and their aura was as dignified as a real thing.
Su Yue discovered unexpectedly that even Speaker Yu, who had always pursued something different, had put on the same black uniform, and the white embroidered badge on the collar of the uniform was no longer the cross sword, the balance of judgment, the shield of defense, and the knight. Long spear, but unified into two Chinese characters: Yuanjiang.
Far River! Far River! Su Yue was overwhelmed with excitement, not only clenching her hands into fists, but even bending her ten toes unconsciously, grasping the soles of her shoes.
At this time, a figure wearing a grey-blue crown and a black and red robe with a stand-up collar walked into the door of the synagogue. Next to her was a blond, blue-eyed angel-like little girl, the eight red-clothed archbishops of the temple and the forty-eighth A member of the cardinal group followed closely, and hundreds of black-robed priests and white-robed guards firmly surrounded the entrance to the venue, fighting with armed guards.
"Oh, it's like a Catholic structure, and I've learned to be a jerk. There's no pope, and a funny queen."
Someone in the banquet scolded, and Wen Yan, who was wearing a crown, immediately turned his head and looked over, his eyes were like lightning, and thunder seemed to flash in his eyes. The suffocating pressure slammed into the Huaxia delegation like a tyrannosaur area.
As if there was a biting cold wind blowing on her forehead, Su Yue couldn't restrain her fear, so she leaned back subconsciously, her spine pressed against the back of the seat, and then she saw President Yang and President Yu get up at the same time, the sword sounded melodious, and the black mist Boiling, the momentum of the two merged into one, blocking the terrifying gaze of Wen Yan in front of him.
The noisy auditorium was silent for a moment, and the members of the delegations from various countries tightly shut their mouths and carefully observed the contest between the three extraordinary beings in terms of momentum, but they could not see anything.
This invisible confrontation lasted for half a minute, until Wen Yan broke the silence, and no one could see the outcome.
"Yang Xiaoqian, we all know that this is just a formality. We signed a contract to give an explanation to history. The real contract has long been written into the algorithm, so let's skip the red tape. There is still an account to be settled between us. ."
's eloquent Mandarin reverberated in the synagogue, and the simultaneous interpreters looked bitter and dared not speak out.
"Oh, you want to settle Chile's account with me, and I also want to settle Yuanjiang's account with you." Yang Xiaoqian took out a cigarette in front of the delegations of various countries, put it on the filter, and asked with a grin, "You How do you want to count?"
"Simple, fight one game. If you beat me, I will sign. If you can't win, I will let your people pay for your life." The fighting spirit in Wen Yan's eyes rose like a fire pouring oil. Even though there was no movement, the floor under her feet began to shatter, and the cobweb-like cracks continued to spread outward, causing bursts of exclamations.
A ceremony that should have been solemn seems to have become a farce.
"Okay." Yang Xiaoqian nodded, and Qi Lie, the flaming **** of war sitting beside him, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, lighting a cigarette for him, Su Yue stood up excitedly, the two chains on his forehead shone with dazzling light.
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The sound of the rain rang in his ears, Wen Yan slowly opened his eyes, and through the hair-thin rain curtain, he could see the famous big and small crosses around him.
Looking down, 240 meters above the ground, it stands out from the crowd even in the dense forest-like high-rise buildings in the city center.
This is a familiar place.
Yuanjiang, International Trade Building.