Yama Rising Chapter 1048: : The Wheel of History
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Unexpectedly, the topic of China's application for more than 4,000 patents has not spread. The Huaguo Jifu did not take the next step.
Some competition is silent and deadly. And don't say retreat, it is impossible to even make a gap.
The pulse of the times, whoever pinches it is the master of this world. In the face of such competition, you don't even need words, and you don't need to let go of harsh words. Just need to desperately and run forward with all my strength.
Even if it runs a moment earlier than the opponent.
For example now.
Eleven years ago, at the Nara Conference, the topic of new energy appeared in front of all ghosts for the first time.
Ten years ago, during the Great Apocalypse debate, the Chinese government produced decisive evidence, but the whole academic community was suspicious. It is impossible to see that the Sanchang, which is approaching the next era, jointly launched the Prometheus Project, and this more than ten-year technological competition began.
No one announced the start.
No one has declared that this is technical competition.
It's just...Either side is working hard towards the end. Now that it has been activated, money is smashed into it as if it were not for life. The seemingly cold war atmosphere has reached today, and finally someone rang the first bell.
It's Hua Guo Jifu again.
Perhaps, this is a reminder. Remind everyone...it's noon, it's time to stand in line.
Perhaps, this is the way to admit defeat-if R&D fails, then grab the patent. As long as the patent is in hand, we can tolerate you getting new energy, but we have to share some of the benefits.
Not many deaths know this. However, no one spoke, let alone moved. Because they also know that at this point, what actions and condemnations are all useless.
Since Huaguo Jifu dared to move, then...it must be true!
The sword is out of its sheath, and there is blood!
"It's just...I don't know whose blood..." Greece occupied the territory, the old French capital, Paris. In a seemingly age-old building, an old man sighed silently. I stood up and nodded to the person opposite: "I know."
"Thank you for your understanding." Standing across from him, there were a dozen bodyguards in suits. The man in the center is about two meters tall. He had thick blond hair, a striking beard, and a thin body.
He also wore a suit, however, the suit couldn't hide the bulging muscles under his clothes. It doesn't match his thin body shape. However, no one on the scene could laugh.
Ipermine.
In more than 300 BC, it was he who broke the invincible Spartan army at the time. Known as the most dazzling general star in ancient Greece, the beginning of death. It was him who broke through the French gate during the Greek war of aggression. The famous Teutonic Knights did not resist the Greek army like Hongfeng. In the end, France became one of the territories of Greece.
Today France is called the Province of West Franconia.
Ipermenonda continued: "This is your duty. We are not forcing anyone. There are still a year and ten months before the GTO starts. Before every international event, it is necessary for the world organization to go and observe The venue, to prove that the other party does have the specifications. Don’t you?"
"Yes." The elderly Yin Ling smiled bitterly: "But the scheduled time is still four months..."
"Time is not important. The important thing is whether it is needed or not." Epameronda nodded deeply, stretched out his broad hand to hold the opponent's palm, and patted gently: "Everyone is here. Looking forward to hearing from you."
After speaking, he walked towards the gate without looking back. The Yin Soldiers retreated like a tide rushing into the whirlpool.
The whole room became quiet again.
Dang...Dangdang...at this moment, the clock to get off work
The sound rang. The old man sighed, packed his luggage, and walked out of the hall.
Familiar road, a car pulled by a yin beast driving fast on the road. This spot is always full of pedestrians. He walked around behind the GTO office building familiarly. There is a large stable there. As a decent Yin Ling, he naturally has his own carriage.
He is not walking fast. When I passed the building, I couldn't help but sighed while holding on to the wall.
Something is going to happen...
And by no means a trivial matter! It's a big deal!
His soul trembles for no reason, only in places where such people can't see it, dare to tremble gently.
In an avalanche, no snowflake is immune.
As one of the directors of GTO, he can see too much economic context. It was these lines that made him feel more and more chilled. Even a few months ago, he proposed to resign to his superiors but was not approved.
His fist was squeezed silently, his forehead was on his fist, and his fist was against the wall. With his teeth clenched, many things that happened this year passed quickly in my mind: ten months ago, the Russian underworld suddenly loosened and the delivery of tea to Japan stopped.
A major tea consumer, there are only two regions in the world, Japan and China.
Russian prefecture produces a kind of tea that is only produced in extremely cold regions: frost jade dew. Of course, Russian Yinling is not good at this. But it does not prevent the sale of sky-high prices in the prefectures of China and Japan.
Now, they are not exported to Japan. Where do they intend to export?
There is no conclusion.
Because... they are not exported to any region!
Eight months ago, the five Nordic countries started hoarding Sinan stone. No...not just them, Sinanshi in all major regions has begun to be acquired by some companies. The absence of the world trade platform is considered to be a company-to-company acquisition-at least it seems to outsiders.
He initially thought so.
He didn't realize that...80% of Sinan Stone had flowed into Asia until the Egyptian government threw an investigation report on his face! All entered are the vassal states of Hua Guo!
Seven months ago, the prefecture of China increased its iron ore trade, and the output of the three major iron ore mines in Africa suddenly increased by 200%! A ship passed through the Red Sea and went straight into the Indian Ocean, even if it was stopped by the Egyptian underworld for a few months. When it was finally unable to stop them, they were allowed to enter South Asia.
It is also the category of the Chinese government!
Six months ago, five months ago...Four months ago...A steady economic movement, export controls that were difficult to discern with the naked eye again and again... The whole world just came alive, no... It is every cell that has come alive, carrying out a certain tacit layout in silence.
Something happens every month! Happened without interruption! It's like a sea where a tsunami is rising, just waiting for the day when it erupts!
No one said the word "war", but at this moment even he felt a deep chill.
This world...what is going to happen?
"Sir." A voice came from behind him: "I'm afraid there will be a storm tonight. Are you still on the carriage?"
"No, no need." The old Yin Ling shook his head somewhat sullenly. He couldn't figure out why, but he felt instinctive after sitting in the World Trade Organization for too long. And it is an extremely dangerous induction, even exceeding the famous Egyptian credit collapse 300 years ago and the Greek drachma devaluation 700 years ago.
Before any world-level crisis comes, there are bound to be countless abnormal appearances. Now... all have appeared...
He sighed again and was about to straighten up. But at this moment, his body suddenly paused.
It was a woman who spoke just now.
But... his coachman is a man!
Moreover, the driver will never want to ask the driver what he does!
So...who is...behind you?
He swallowed fiercely, and when he turned around, he saw a woman in a kimono.
Very beautiful, she is all her pupils in the old age. However, the woman bowed respectfully and slowly stepped away, revealing the unimaginable scene behind!
Patter... the old Yin Ling's handbag fell to the ground, staring dumbfounded.
Dozens of bodyguards.
Uniform suit and leather shoes. They leaned behind the stable pillars, squatted on surrounding trees, or lurked in the shadows of buildings. The hidden places are different, the only thing that is the same is...
The crossbows in their hands are all aimed at the old man!
However, the old man is not shocked by these at all!
He didn't even feel scared, he was just shocked, staring blankly at the three old men in the middle of the bodyguard.
They are very old, like dying zombies. Wearing very easy going clothes. They were all in wheelchairs, pushed by a powerful Yin Ling behind him, and slowly drove towards him.
"It's impossible..." The old man's voice was trembling, and he looked back at the building subconsciously.
Ipmenonda was there just now! How did this group of people wait here without hiding the eyes of a **** of death?
If Epmenonda knew they were here, he would never allow himself to meet them!
"Listen, Pilquin." An old man in the center opened his mouth first, and the gem-encrusted cane paused gently on the ground: "I want you to tell me why Epameronda is looking for you. And...I want the world in the last year...especially the detailed information of all imported and exported materials in South Asia!"
"Who is with whom, where, what transactions have been made, when, who are the participants! Give me as much detail as you can! Understand?"
Pilquin opened his mouth, and his Adam's apple moved hard.
No... this is illegal! He wanted to shout like this, but he couldn't say a word.
Because, these elderly Yinlings can be said to be unknown on GTO!
Fujii Heihachiro, the contemporary leader of the Tianping Shengbao Foundation.
The contemporary leader of the Abbas consortium, Faisal Ibn Abdul Aziz.
The contemporary lord of the Sanctuary Foundation, Archbishop Antonios.
"We have no time to waste with you. We came here personally, just don't want anyone to know that we have been here. Because...you know...our quasi-artifacts are embedded in the soul. Only it can Keep it from all the gods of death. It's no secret."
Pilquin's lips opened and opened, and finally he plopped and sat down limply. Holding his head in pain, whispered in a low voice: "What the **** is going to happen? What is going on in this world?!"
No one answered.
For a long time, the old man on the left smiled and said hoarsely: "As expected of the Yin Ling who has been sitting on the GTO board of directors for hundreds of years, his sense of smell is really sharp."
He stretched out his hand, and the unhuman bodyguard behind him immediately supported him. He stood up with a cane, his smile a little sullen: "Of course it's a big deal..."
"The wheels of history are pressing on our heads again. This time...If we can't make it even we will be wiped out...even Sichang will fall down from the altar...Do you think it is serious enough?"
"So..." He walked in front of the opponent, thrust in abruptly, inserted his cane in front of Pilquin, three inches into the ground. There was a hint of eagerness in his voice.
"We are real and really have no time to listen to your excuses. What do you think?"
Swipe!
In all directions, the crossbows were raised at the same time. Dozens of cold stars all aimed at him!