Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 300: Hunting
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"Teacher."
Diego walked into a laboratory.
This is the Mowu development base hosted by the Grant family in Babylon. This laboratory is a special room for Lawlins. When Diego walked in, several assistants sent several new magic weapons to Lawlins' hands, and the prestigious sequence master personally checked and accepted them. .
Lawlins is more than half a hundred years old, his hair no longer looks young and thick, but he is still combed rigorously, just like his meticulous life. He is very tall, and even as he gets older, his waist is still straight. Even when Diego was standing next to him, his head was short, Lawrins turned to look at the student from a wealthy background, nodded and said: "You are here."
"Teacher, Beskod's design, I wonder if you have read it yet?" Diago reversed his usual domineering appearance and tried his best to be humble in front of the sequence master.
Lawlins made a gesture and walked into his private office with Diego.
Prying into the trade secrets of others, I have to say that this is a very unethical behavior. "
"Father said, this press conference must be foolproof. After all, this is about whether we can get enough orders in the first quarter. Knowing this and knowing the enemy is not a bad thing." Diago Shrugged.
Lawlins hummed, and said, "Karma is good, and God is not divorced. Diego, if you want to be successful in sequence design, you'd better remember my words. Just like Like you engravers, everyone takes a different path. Sequence design is the same. Each piece of work is all related to the designer’s experience, comprehension, and character. This path is lonely, and what we have to take is to focus on ourselves. All of his spiritual will go all the way."
"If you are like you, you never forget to peek at your opponent's work, and your energy is scattered. The lighter one must not take care of the two, and the more serious one will even have doubts about your own work. That is for every designer In all, they are fatal!"
Lawlins himself is an ordinary person, who didn't light a fire, let alone the slightest source of energy. But his attainments and comprehension in sequence design is a well-deserved giant. Just seeing that he could say this insight was enough to convince Diego.
A trace of real respect flashed in the eyes of this wealthy boy, and he nodded and said: "I promise, there will never be another time, teacher."
Lawlins nodded now.
Take out a portfolio from the drawer and throw it on the table. Lawrins shook his head and said: "I don't know how much you paid for this information, but I regret to tell you what you paid for I'm afraid it will be wasted."
Diago's eyes were cold: "Is this plan fake?"
"No, it’s true. The point is that the person who designed this scheme is too naive. No, or his ideas are too wild. For sequence design, a rich imagination is necessary. It is too uncut. It’s hard to convert actual ideas into actual works.” Lawrins smiled slightly: “I’m sure that this plan was not made by Hughton. Speaking of which, he, like me, has been subjected to so-called experience. Restraint, so what he and I design must be a strict and cautious style."
"We all lack a kind of spirituality, but our things are practical enough." Lawrins patted the portfolio and said: "However, the designer of this one can be described as fantastic. But I I think that can’t be achieved. This set of flame warriors tries to combine two different magic weapons of the raging fire rifle and the barrier of honor into a suit. But it lacks a medium that can connect the two, which determines , This plan is destined to be a fantasy."
Diago said excitedly: "In this way, the teacher has full confidence in overwhelming Beskode at the press conference?"
Lawlins said calmly: "There are always variables in everything. Who can guarantee that everything is under control? Ten percent dare not say, but ninety percent still have them. That old fellow Hughton worshipped with me when he was young. Under a teacher. He does have some talent in sequence, but he is like you, and at the same time developing into the world of Yuanli, which makes his achievements in sequence design far less than mine."
"I can be sure that Bethcade will have to withdraw this plan in the end. If Hughton is the presiding officer, I can almost guess what he will do. Therefore, it is not a concern."
"If there is a teacher, I can reply to my father." Diago paused, and then said: "Teacher, about the Federal Institute of Science and Technology?"
"Don't worry, I have already submitted a recommendation letter to the Academy of Science and Technology. You have to strive to make a name in this press conference, so entering the Academy of Science and Technology is not a problem at all." Lawrins said.
Diago can't hide his joy in his eyes. If he can enter the Federal Academy of Science and Technology, his status in the family will be improved again.
"By the way, I heard that something happened in the Port of Liberty yesterday?" Lawrins asked. He seldom cares about current affairs, but this time it is an exception.
After all, the shooting down of the Liberty Gate spaceship yesterday was definitely a big event. Even Diego, when he heard Lawrins mentioning it, he couldn't help but grimace, and said: "It is indeed an accident. And it is a major event. Now the Federation and the Freedom Gate are going to be at war. Father said, this is not a bad idea. It’s not a good thing. There will be a full-scale war between the floating islands and the surface, and the demand for armaments will be greater than ever. It’s just that the business hasn’t been done yet, but now Babylon is already raging."
"A spaceship capable of attacking Freedom Gate in that situation, if there is no ghost in the Federation, who would believe it. Now this matter has been handed over to Admiral Fendi and his'Iron Fist' Legion."
Lawlins frowned: "It was handed over to Fendi. The general has an unusually bad temper. I think that this matter will be handled by the "Black Wing" of General Silfa. It's more appropriate."
"I also think so, what Black Wing is best at is stealth maneuvers. They are responsible, at least Babylon looks calm on the surface. But if it is an iron fist..." At this point, Diego also shook. Shook his head.
Black Street.
At the Old Oak Bar at the edge of this black area, the lights in the shop seemed to be in poor contact, flashing in the dim night. The bar was brightly lit and there were bursts of music. Suddenly a figure flashed in the bar shop, and the passerby in a dark windbreaker covered half of his face with a hat. He lowered his head, put his hands in the pocket of the trench coat and went into the bar.
I was immediately surrounded by hot air and enthusiastic cheers.
The Old Oak Bar has expanded a lot in the past two years. The scope of the bar includes an open-air seating in the corridor outside the door, and there is even a stage in the bar. There have been bands performing for a long time, and the soul singers who have moved the entire floating island will perform here from time to time.
Tonight, there is a small performance in the Old Oak Tree, which is also Edward's farewell party. The soul singer announced his retirement. This news is puzzling and regrettable. Many small performances like this have been performed in succession, and Edward is planning to hold a large-scale performance at the Venus Hotel to officially withdraw from the entertainment circle of Babylon.
As for the reason, he has always avoided talking about it.
No one knows why.
The passerby in the trench coat went to the bar in a low-key manner and ordered a glass of whiskey. At this moment, there are several dancers on the stage dancing hot and vigorous, and Edward just came to the back/stage to rest. At this time, the door of the bar suddenly exploded, and the bursting fragments shot up, causing a few nearby drinkers to escape, screaming and falling to the ground, causing a lot of chaos. The passerby in front of the bar quickly put down the wine glass, tightened the hat of the windbreaker and wanted to leave.
Suddenly under the invisible pressure, the wine glasses on the bar exploded one by one. The man sighed and slowly pulled out his hat, revealing a thin face.
At the same time, at the back/stage of the bar, Edward put on a new costume and walked out of the fitting room. Father Ward leaned aside smoking a cigar and looked at the Maritan boy and said, "Are you leaving the earth?".
Edward didn't lie to him, nodded and said: "I have found a good team."
"I heard Willick say. Time flies. Two years have passed in a blink of an eye." Old Ward took down the cigar and grinned: "Then I can only wish you a pleasant journey. Also, this time Don’t get caught again."
Edward smiled and said: "I won't..."
Suddenly, both their faces changed, and both felt that there was a powerful force in the bar, and the two ran out quickly. I saw the people in the bar stumbling around, leaving a space near the bar. A man in a trench coat stood by, and another man sat on the high chair in front of the bar. The man had long linen hair in the middle, and he was wearing a black and white striped suit with a purple bow tie at the neckline.
He was drinking alcohol casually, seeming to feel the sight of Old Ward and Edward. So he turned his head and smiled at the two of them, raising a glass of respect. The two saw an extremely handsome face, but it was a pity that there was an "x"-shaped scar on this face from the center of the eyebrows to the cheeks, which made this face look a bit hideous.
When he saw this face, Old Ward's cigar fell to the ground, and he lost his voice: "Admiral Fendi of the Federation/How can I be here?"
"Official business. Official business only." The long-haired man jumped off the high chair, put his hands in his trouser pockets and said with a smile: "The Iron Fist Legion is performing official duties tonight. Please avoid those who are not involved. That, we try not to damage your personal affairs. Property."
Then looked at the man in the trench coat behind him: "Major General Marco, now I am going to arrest you on the charge of betraying the Federation. Please don't resist, okay? This is a public place. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll hurt my head. Of."
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