Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 111: Petroleum war
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A hand that is a bit fat but well maintained, holding a few sheets of paper tightly, shaking.
It can be seen that the owner of this hand is always pampered. His nails are meticulously trimmed. On the thick fingers, the only trace is the yellowish cocoon left by the cigar.
Ruby cufflinks without any impurities on the wrist, exquisite and elegant classical mechanical watches, even neat, soft and textured fabric, extremely fit cufflinks, all of which illustrate the owner of this hand, usually must be elegant Yes, he does things in line with his own identity, guides the country, and decides the lives of millions of people.
But now, this hand seems to be out of control, this hand that points to the servant, this hand that twists the fruits of other people ’s labor, and it is like rubbish, this noble, distinguished, always in the sight of people The hand in the center trembles like a loss of control, even if only a few thin pieces of paper are heavy like a mountain.
"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Arrogant! Who does he think he is? What is he! Can we challenge us?" Anxious and frightened voices sounded, as if there was endless resentment and deep fear, "Apocalypse, Who is he? He is just a clown who never knows where he is. He deserves to question us, does he want to challenge us? "
"Does he know our power, the gold inlaid on my toilet can kill him! Does he know what kind of power he provokes? I want to teach him a lesson, to give the group of lunatics one Lesson! Is n’t it nuclear fusion energy? Is n’t it high-energy batteries? I want to buy it and do whatever I want! I want to use electricity worldwide so they can use it! "
Sayif has forgotten his current identity. He fantasizes that he smashed the General Electric Company with money and looked at the arrogant, **** people, lying under his feet and licking his soles, just like they used to be . American energy companies ridiculed him stupidly. He did whatever he wanted, a nine-year-old girl, or everything crazier.
"I want to reward his life first. I want to see that guy ’s head, what is the end of the apocalypse, without the protection of the government, he is nothing, this world is our world. I want to pierce America ’s ridiculous lies, nuclear fusion How could it succeed? How dare to succeed? "Saif rose sharply, his beard trembling. He had no time to tidy his headscarf and hurried to the video call.
"Over 1 billion people depend on the petroleum industry in the world. They rely on ethylene to survive more on petrochemicals. The automotive industry, the plastics industry, and the aerospace industry. This world is the world of oil. It is our world. We To stipulate it, we control it, if we do n’t want to die together, we have to listen to us! "Saif said blushingly, hysterically.
In this state, almost everyone in the hall exists. Saif is not the most extreme of them. These are well-dressed people in robes, suits. They chased like headless cockroaches, babbling in their mouths with something they didn't understand, and great fear swallowed their hearts.
They used to stomp. The world is also shaken by its influence. They have launched the first and second oil crises, set off economic crises, and hit the glorious results of the world economy. They were once the elites that influenced the world, and countless people struggled for a lifetime. In order to make them slaves and make money for them, countless human elites squeezed their heads and wanted to have dinner with them.
Their taste is fashion, and their hobby is trend. They dig out the dark-skinned wealth underground and sell it to the world at the same price as gold, enjoying the most luxurious and extravagant life, without having to learn and have skill. They do n’t have to work hard and open up innovations, they are born noble!
This seems to be a proper axiom, they have power, they are excellent, they draw a deep groove between themselves and ordinary people.
But all this ends in the hands of one person.
He knocked the noble down and fell into the mud, making everything ridiculous.
Saif looked at the old king in the video and muttered: "Father, we are trying to find a way. There are so many of our friends. There will always be someone to solve all this. The world economy is closely related to us. No one dares. Ignore this threat. Apocalypse, there is nothing extraordinary, he is dangerous, and he is just a person. "
"No!" Opposite the video, the king looked at the video numbly, vetoing: "He is more than a person!"
"Father, the world is standing with us. The Secretary of State told me yesterday that the United States is our strong backing. Apocalypse is just a dog released by the Americans, just like Laden, now he touched the line He is self-defeating! "Saif exclaimed," We don't even have to shoot, there will be a lot of people who want to kill him! "
The king looked at him with a strange look that Saif had never seen before. It was a deep despair and helplessness. Saif had been seen in the eyes of those refugees who had no vitality. , Similar eyes, that kind of numbness to life, at this moment, he even doubted that the opposite is his father?
"Saif!" the king sighed.
Saif makes a respectful gesture of listening.
“Let ’s pray to the Lord!” Saif looked at his father in shock, at this distinguished old man, abandoned his gorgeous carpet, abandoned his comfortable cushion, and kneeled on the hard marble , Ass up, creeping on the ground.
I heard his father, praying differently and praying softly:
"Yazlar! Forgive us!"
Saif is finally sure that his father is crazy, which seems to be a good thing. As the only one of his father ’s hundreds of sons who discovered this, he is very likely to inherit his father. s position. But Saif had already forgotten these behind him, and he looked at the screen tremblingly.
Beautiful orange pupil.
If this is a beauty, Saif will marry the woman back for this simple, sacred look. Anyway, he can marry countless wives, blasphemy the sacred taste, and will make his blood boil.
But now, he just wants to kneel to the ground.
Smooth curves, wide wings, and the strange creature in scale armor, when stepping gracefully from the door, the shock of death is just like Saif, the food chain. The deterrent from the upper to the lower, the nobleness of wisdom to ignorance, the sacredness of pure rebellion.
There is only one word that can describe the creature in front of you-the angel of death!
"Yazlar! Forgive us!" Saif wailed.
At the same time. Saif's father, the old man crawling on the ground, he turned into a light, and merged into the aura of the angel of death. Every cell, the old flesh, is like the ice of hot water, melting silently in the creature, reflecting the sunlight.
It looks like Nirvana. A smaller creature flew out of the sun. Its slender body, cold orange pupil, and a body shape full of killing and death. The two creatures glanced at Saif across the video, let him experience a nightmare for a second, then spread their wings and disappeared into the sky.
See the sacred scene under the sun. Saif only had daze and fear in his heart: what just happened? What's wrong with the king?
This deep fear made him lose all his minds of confrontation. He stumbled and walked away, pushing the people who came up to stop him. There was a wail of uncontrollable wailing.
"That's alien!" A voice reached his ears, and Saif raised his head. Seeing an ordinary big boy standing in front of him, holding him up, his body exuded the most hated by Saif. The smell of the poor, but the boy was confident, and looked straight into his eyes without leaving the field.
"Who allows you to come in! This is a private site, get out!" Saif said as if he were conditioned.
He seemed to irritate the boy. He saw the white man standing up, using the tone that Saif never wanted to hear in his life. Say to him: "Do you think it used to be? Wake up! Apocalypse has destroyed everything for you. He interrupted any place you are proud of. He interrupted the backbone of your nation."
"You can no longer stand and talk to me!"
"Oil is gone!"
Saif heard the last sentence. He had an expressionless face and no eyes. Suddenly, a great deal of anger and fierceness broke out. "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Ridiculous, absurd, oil. What do you know? Really? Do you understand Luther? You are just ... "
"Oil is destroyed!" The youth interrupted Saif. "Eight layers of production and five layers of reserves in the world are destroyed! The oil is over! The oil industry system is over! Your country and nation are over. ! "
"Nonsense! You put your mother's shit!" Saif had a terrible face. He grabbed the man by the collar and tried his best in his life to try to mention him.
The man ’s hand, like an iron hoop, firmly tied Saif ’s hand and sneered: "Do you know the apocalypse? Do you understand his terrible? The maggots that rot in the dust, dare to pretend to be noble, you I tell you these rot-eaten maggots, the apocalypse destroyed you, he strangled your lifeline like pinching a worm. "
"We can deal with him, we can destroy him! He is just a person, what does he count?" Saif struggled.
"Fool! Open your eyes and see! He is not alone, he is a disaster, an ultimate test of mankind, the apocalypse of the end, all mankind, the whole world is fighting him, the entire American continent is Shivering in his shadow, he is the enemy of the world, the destroyer, the apocalypse, the nightmare of our life, the nightmare of civilization! "
The youth looked directly at Saif ’s eyes and sneered: "What can you do? Little bug?"
"Under his shadow, tremble!"
"Why is he? Why is he doing this? What is alien? What happened to the oil?" Saif finally calmed down, at least willing to think with his brain.
"You are blocking the way! Bugs! So, being crushed to death, things are so simple. All the power, strength, effort, wisdom, in front of that person, like a bug, is finally crushed. Slag. As for the xenomorphs, they are the famine messengers under the apocalypse, and they brought deadly famine. "
"Famine of Energy!"
"They build nests on oil, multiply mycelium, extract carbon and chemical energy, they evolve, survive, multiply, then destroy your country like crushed eggs, and the United States and oil tycoons. It took only one day for the army to go, and we saw that they changed from beasts to gods. "
All this makes Saif ’s mind full of chaotic things. He does n’t know or even understand what the man said. The oil is destroyed! This news interrupted his backbone. Without oil and money, their country and nation would be a nightmare and a deep nightmare.
Deep fear engulfed his heart. Saif never considered what a desperate world would be, a luxury and glitz, a country that had no oil and no industrial system. The nationals without work, and the long-term luxury lifestyle, their country and nation will be more miserable than the current refugees.
Desert without resources. In an instant, it becomes another, the most terrible and poor area, their wealth will become the fattest lamb in the mouth of several big countries, and their destiny will be more miserable than the untouchables of India. Thinking of this, Saif has never been so calm in his heart, others can't control it, but he can never fall into this situation.
The education he received made his mind sober.
"Who are you? Tell me this, what's the purpose?" Saif regained his appearance as an elite and began to calmly consider his own interests.
"My name is Jean! Come to find and support the people who defeated the Apocalypse! You have seen the last side of the king and the most beneficial heir, the future master of the royal family, I need your support!" Jean faded By the way, the youthfulness of being an ordinary young man, with ease in front of Saif, showed his freedom and confidence.
The feared elite, politicians, and Saif ’s clan in the lobby do not know that the end has come! At least for them, their wealth, their power, what they are proud of, noble everything, was crushed into the dust by a shadow, waiting for them will be a nightmare, a national nightmare.
Jean looked at these dying elites and pretended to be noble elites. He smiled incomparably maliciously. He thought a little bit happily: "What about wealth? What about power? I do n’t know the future, I do n’t know the general trend, just Will be crushed and fall into hell! "He maliciously looked at the people who were above us in the past, showing their confusion and fear.
Imagine the desperate expression on their faces when they heard the news.
There is a deep memory in my ear, the voice of an old man, a child, a man, a woman, a saint, and a sinner: "No man is born noble, and we will be king!"
Jean has some fascinating thoughts: this is the age of man, the age of mankind as king. The king must fold his sword first! But we will eventually be king! This is our time, let the past noble, power, destroy in the flames of the future! (To be continued.)