One Man’s Power

So.

Now for the bad news.

There will probably be two points of catastrophe in midsummer this year.

Fortunately, there is also good news. Dr. Sang helped the Fuyin frame: "A few days ago, I counted all the cracks that appeared in the past twenty years, and the number was not enough. Suppose it is merged into a temporary passage, which can accommodate a god. And The fusion of different space cracks is divided into two, forming two temporary passages, which cannot meet the corresponding standards for accommodating the arrival of different space gods."

The general of the United States froze in place.

It's so good.

On behalf of all human beings in countries around the world, I thank God.

I want to thank the Lord, thank the Lord on high not only for gifting talents, but also for protecting us so much.

He can't think of...

Except for the intervention of the Lord... What reason does the real god of the different space have to do such a mentally retarded behavior hahahahahaha.

Dr. Sang: "(⊙o⊙)"

Dr. Sang: "I mean, it is very likely that one of them cannot support the coming of the real god of another space."

"Then what will happen, disaster, a disaster-level god?" His heart was cold again, the evil lord must die.

Dr. Sang: "It's hard to say, I don't think it will be a god of disaster. Maybe it is a god who is only a thin line away from the real god. Go here first, and at the same time promote the real god in a different space on the other side."

He felt like he had been driven mad by Dr. Sang.

What, what, what is it?

Isn't Ganqing still a god?

grateful?

Or we'll kneel and surrender, begging for more time for humanity. After all, the lifespan of a real god in a different space must be very long, and a hundred years for a human may be only one second for a human.

Needless to say, after verification by experts, this kind of thinking has certain feasibility!

for example.

When a group of ants met a person walking, they begged him to settle down slowly. They might succeed if they met a person who valued the equality of all living beings.

And human beings have an extra hundred years to live, vigorously develop science and technology, and develop a system of transcendence and holiness, and wait until the real god of the different space returns.

Who Speaks Credibility With God?

I'm afraid it's brain damage!

That's a good idea, because in a hundred years, everyone in the world today will be dead.

After we die, we don't care about the flood.

Anyway, our generation has tried its best, and it has also been beaten to death, and it has been delayed. It is the problem of future generations that the future generations are not up to date.

"You... are mentally handicapped."

Dr. Sang let out a faint sigh.

The general couldn't hold back his face, he snorted coldly, then snorted again, snorted again, and finally turned into a bitter sneer.

The populace has always been unafraid to speculate with the utmost malice on the thoughts of the ruling class.

Unfortunately.

The imagination of the people is pitiful and poor.

To rule, to survive, the ruling class does not mind doing anything.

But it didn't work!

Those in power will be hesitant, not stupid, and the different space gods stand in natural opposition to all known creatures on the earth.

We come, we die, this thing is not political art.

No way to negotiate.

Compromise and retreat are useless.

"well."

He was silent for a long time: "This matter needs to be reported to the governments of various countries immediately, and it cannot be concealed. We must adjust our military strength as quickly as possible, change our combat plan, and rediscuss our strategy."

And none of these things require the strong support of the government.

The distribution of military power, the analysis of the think tank, and the gathering of top people from all over the world... One is a catastrophe, and the other two are destined to perish. At this time, if the government does not support it, it will be miserable.

Dr. Sang: "Rather than trusting politicians, it is better to believe that iron stones will bloom."

He asked: "Surrender is also a fake surrender. What are you afraid of?"

Dr. Sang: "I'm afraid of disrupting my plan."

He froze for a moment, as if his heart and blood vessels began to beat.

Boom!

The heart starts beating.

Boom!

Veins popped out on his forehead.

Boom!

There is thunder on the forehead, the mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village?

The whole person is boiling and burning, and the body temperature is rising rapidly.

Jumping all over the body, getting faster and faster, his increasingly intense heavy breathing also came out: "Difficult, is it possible that our side still has a chance of winning? There is no hope for a different space god. Top experts from all over the world have passed big data Comparative analysis shows that the winning rate is less than 1/1000, so we can only expect miracles to be created during the battle, the greatest catastrophe in history, not just talk."

The disadvantages are so dire.

Such a disparity.

A statue that has driven people into despair, and made the extraordinary and holy to admit the pessimistic and negative situation frankly, so that countries around the world have to push to make it public. At least before the divine breath envelopes the world, the ruler remains the same.

His voice was trembling, begging, and he didn't care about his hoarse voice at all: "Sang, Dr. Sang... how do you want to fight the two."

He felt like he was about to hear the music of heaven.

Described in Chinese, that is the sound of nature, which makes people suffocate to wait.

"kindness."

Dr. Sang thought for a moment.

"have no idea."

Dr. Sang said seriously: "I don't know yet."

"ooooh!!"

He almost spat out a mouthful of black old blood, and was so angry that he was about to jump and curse.

"in addition……"

On the other side of the microphone, Dr. Sang wanted to say something again.

"Master Sang, please stop talking!" He said weakly: "I will immediately skip the authorization process of the governments of various countries and allocate military forces. One batch will go to the northern hemisphere to stand by and the other will go to the southern hemisphere. Two days is enough. "

"There's just one problem."

"Most storm plans don't have a second set of resources for backup, as well as military deployment. How do you think we should divide them?"

the other side of the microphone.

Dr. Sang coughed softly, "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"It's not that our human beings will become extinct immediately, so it doesn't matter if it's troublesome." The US/Jian/National general burst out a few words with a strange accent in the style of northeast corn stubble from time to time.

Dr. Sang was a little embarrassed: "We don't have enough time."

"ah?"

"There is also bad news... Due to the fusion of the different space cracks into two places, the process has been accelerated, and midsummer has been brought forward by two days."

"Is there any more?"

"Gone."

"Is there any more?"

"It's really gone."

Dr. Sang is tired, what's the matter, the ability to withstand stress is so poor.

...

Theater: Atlantic.

Division: Gulf of Guinea.

Coordinates: North Latitude.′″

"Oh, God."

The white American general stood expressionlessly at the forefront of the fifth deck of the aircraft carrier.

Looking at the blue sea.

He really wanted to skip it... just forget about two cataclysms, and the catastrophe came ahead of time. Without the weapon support of the storm plan, it was hopeless to fight against a different space god, let alone two.

They will come at the same time!

More than 30 saints are fighting separately, is that different from sending them to death? It is completely blocking a high-speed rail train traveling at 500 kilometers per hour with bicycles.

"well."

He looked at the sea level was magnificent.

next moment.

He turned his head to look at the black adjutant running over in a hurry, and reported in his ear the implementation of the first priority order of "immediately mobilizing all technological weapons that can be supported in time".

He was indeed desperate.

But his status as a general and his vocation did not allow him to show any despair.

"I don't believe in God."

"I only believe in Chaofan... These guys will definitely create miracles."

The white general turned around, his figure was tall and straight, and his demeanor interpreted the blood and iron color of killing and decisiveness.

even perish,

We demand to die standing!

...

Western European countries.

no.2 lying on the beach basking in the sun.

Sunny in May.

Not far away, a group of bikini girls, each with bumps.

Suddenly, a pleasant bell rang, originating from Huaguo Central Research Institute, Dr. Sang.

No.2 picked up the communication: "Hello?"

"I, Sang Sheng, listen carefully." Dr. Sang's voice exuded inexplicable coldness: "Now call the combatants from the Western European continent to join me."

...

US/Jin/Country/Territory/Territory.

x:2 is wearing a trendy denim outfit and a western-style hat, and is broadcasting live on his mobile phone.

The bell rang.

His complexion changed slightly.

It is the communication of Huaguo Central Research Institute.

"listen clearly."

"Call the combatants from the American continent to join me now." Dr. Sang said coldly, "I will only give you seven hours."

...

Central Research Institute.

Chirp!

A golden figure bouncing and bouncing in front of Dr. Sang

Jiang Lulu's eyes gleamed: "Doctor, what are you holding in your hand?" With her sharp eyes, she saw something red in Dr. Sang's hand, which looked like a lollipop.

"You are obedient."

Dr. Sang looked fondly at Jiang Lulu: "I'm going on a long trip...I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."