I changed the timeline with the game

That's it.

Under the Count's serious order.

His third son Bruce Ivanovich was kicked out of the office directly.

Ten seconds later.

Chewing on what Count David Ivanovich, who had an extremely ruthless style of doing things, had just said.

Stratt's face also showed a distorted human approval:

"You really know how to kill two birds with one stone. Our exploration of the ruins has reached a critical period.

We really need to be more careful.

Whether it is the EU's Aurora, the Night Watch, or even the Astronomical Society's board seat, I am not sure who it is, but someone must have set his sights on us.

Use your son's usual playboy style to cover it up.

Even,

Use this to divert attention and take over the orphanage smoothly.

Interesting,

It's so interesting to work with you.

It's a pity that Bruce is probably going to be a victim."

"That's my son!

Stratt, pay attention to what you just said."

David Ivanovich's hawk-like eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness:

"Unless, he is really useless.

Is the potion I mentioned before completed?

We all understand: the ruins are not critical, the [Star Gate] behind the ruins is not critical. 】 is the key.

If we don't expand, the more inhumane demons of the United States Federation may find the 'Silver Clock City'. "

"No, no, no,

No matter what it is really called, Silver Clock City, Mechanical Clock City? Or some Mechanical Glowing City.

The Lost Sea is too big.

No one knows except us, and no one cares.

Soon, our plan will succeed.

Those stupid drifters probably don't know what kind of power they have in their hands.

After all.

They just 'happened' to pick up that piece of ruins.

As for the night watchmen of the United States Federation.

According to the information I got,

they tracked the dragon skeleton bait of the zero-sum game to the first route, and those fools will only run further and further.

You just have to be careful not to let the institute expose more news recently. The transfer of the previous batch of personnel was a risk.

After that, we have to be more careful. "

Hearing Strat say this.

There was a hint of irony in Count David Ivanovich's words:

"Before the zero-sum game, weren't they your allies in Detroit, Kabul, Johannesburg, and even Florence?"

"Of course they are our allies.

But there are also differences between allies."

The middle-aged man bowed and smiled gracefully.

"The key point that can affect all this is

only interests, not faith."

In response, Count David Ivanovich couldn't help but sneer:

"Things that don't believe in God."

"We are already in hell, Mr. Ivanovich."

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St. Petersburg, the city of white nights.

As a port city on the Baltic Sea.

The economy here is extremely prosperous.

Especially compared to Moscow, the political center, St. Petersburg's evolution speed in the century of origin is probably faster.

There are layers of high-rise buildings.

And many people don't know that many of them belong to Christopher's industry.

Even if Count Ivanovich is now standing in the glass mirror wall on the top floor of his building, looking into the distance, his greedy eyes cannot see the entire magnificent city.

But everything has two sides.

Even though there is such a prosperous economy here, in recent years, due to the preference for high-tech,

some workers in the old factories in the lower city have gradually been left behind by the times.

The lower city of St. Petersburg is more like a corner forgotten by time, shrouded in a unique atmosphere of depression.

The narrow and winding streets are crisscrossed, and the houses standing on both sides of the streets seem to be mottled marks left by the years.

Most of these houses are low and old, with moss on the walls, and the mottled bricks reveal a sense of vicissitudes. In the dim corridor, the light is dim and cold, as if it is going to swallow people.

The pace of life here is slow and heavy, as if it is bound by an invisible force.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few people walk by in a hurry, with fatigue and helplessness written on their faces.

In the shop windows, old goods piled up like mountains, but no one was interested.

The air was filled with a dull and depressing atmosphere, as if even the human soul was infected by this environment, losing its original vitality and vigor.

At this moment.

An old baron with a hunched body slowly walked out of the hospital gate.

He lit a cigarette under a tree,

and took out the wrinkled examination report in his hand and looked at it.

And the test report was about his son who was beaten into a vegetative state.

Looking at the pessimistic monitoring, he recalled what the doctor had just said.

He coughed twice in silence, holding the paper in his hand but not knowing how to put it.

At this moment.

A familiar phone call also came in, it was a female voice that sounded a little hoarse because of crying:

"How is my brother?"

"There will always be a way,

Venisha, are you okay in school."

Hear him say this.

In the office of a middle school, a young woman with a three -pointer with a beautiful three -pointer also whispered:

"Well, I'm fine.

Let's talk about it when I go back. "

She held the carton she had just cleaned, which was filled with what she taught in this school:

Several textbooks, more than a dozen laptops preparing for lesson plans, and a few carbon pen to be used up.

This is everything that belongs to her.

And a dismissal was placed not far from her desk.

It's almost two days.

As a maritime policeman's work, because of the violent resistance of a fugitive, he was beaten into a coma between sudden and even became a vegetative.

He was directly fired by the academic team because of the unreasonable complaints of some parents.

even,

Even Xiacheng District is responsible for their orphanage inspection 13th Street Administration Bureau.

She doesn't know why:

The originally calm life collapsed in this way.

But even so.

There was still a crisis approaching her.

Just a black car has been waiting for a long time since a corner of the Rubao Middle School in the lower middle school of St. Petersburg.

And that car.

It was just the permission of Earl Ivanovich that she was ordered by Ivanoovic to prepare to directly tie her gangster members.

Three minutes later.

Henisa, holding the dilapidated carton -Inglete -Reynolds lowered his head and walked out slowly from the old school gate.

Although she still pretended to be on the phone with her father, she was okay,

But in fact, this weak girl does not know how to continue.

at the same time.

In the black car, a gangster with black and yellow Mossica head mixed with a whistle:

"This chick is really strong in terms of appearance or body,

That haggard is a bit nauseous. "

"That's not you like it, others like this."

Hearing the frivolous tone of the younger brothers.

The little gangster master sitting in the back row of the main driver couldn't help but scold them:

"You want to die, I don't stop.

Shut my mouth now. "

only.

They have not started action yet.

Next second,

More than a dozen roar -shoving re -installed locomotives rushed from the rugged roads in Xiacheng District, surrounded the black car.

Seeing these people sprayed wildly on the motorcycle.

The little gangster was startled.

"Re -load Thunder Leopard!

Aren't they in Xicheng District? "

But before he said anything, a dozen gangsters with rivet leather jackets with a machete smashed their doors.

Later.

The people in the car were dragged out fiercely.

At this moment, although a certain lower city area is not so luxurious, the atmosphere is very comfortable.

Su Wen calmly touched the latte coffee that was still warm in his hand:

"Remember the agent plan I said?

In St. Petersburg.

But he is not necessarily,

There is only one. "