global pollution

There are three drops of green liquid in the bottle, emitting fluorescence.

"Housing agent, help me identify the grade of this bottle of dark water."

Before he could finish speaking, the man named real estate agent couldn't wait to take the glass bottle, looking up and down the green liquid inside like a treasure.

After a while, his eyes became pleasantly surprised, and he said with a smile: "High quality! The purity of the undiluted dark water is about the same as that just extracted from the spring water in the Cadiz Mountains, and the concentration may be even higher. high!"

He reluctantly returned the glass bottle, and asked at the same time, "Where did you get it? Could it be that you robbed the Ageless Club?"

"This is a confidential matter."

Zhu Youqian tapped the metal table with his fingers, thinking of the glass bottle with more intense green light that Xia Ren took out at the first sight.

This bottle is of high quality, so what grade should the bottle he left behind be?

After recovering from the chaotic thoughts, seeing that the real estate agent was still staring at the Mingshui in his hand and refused to move away, Zhu Youqian asked casually: "After so many years, you should have been promoted to A-level."

The real estate agent chuckled: "The more you know, the greater the danger you will encounter. I can fool you with my mouth, and let me confront those 'ghosts' and the contained objects head-on. Why don't I go around the desert outside?" Run two laps.

And I don't have such a strong anti-pollution physique, no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to reach your level for the rest of my life. "

Zhu Youqian knew his character, so he didn't say more.

"By the way, the doctor said, let you come back and meet him." The real estate agent reminded.

Zhu Youqian responded, opened the heavy metal door, and walked deep underground.

The real estate agent propped his arm on the table, looking at the direction he left, wondering what he was thinking.

"Zhu Youqian... When the world is about to perish, this kind of person will be at the forefront."

He shook his head, remembering the major power outage in the foundation three years ago, they chased and killed the 'ghost' all the way to the edge of the Moka desert.

One of the 'ghosts' with space-related abilities actually stole the data deletion book on the eighteenth floor, and almost escaped to the outside world.

"Fortunately, no amnestics were administered to him back then."

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This is the headquarters of the Salvation Foundation, known as the place of eighteen purgatory.

The 'ghosts' and objects taken in from all over the world will be transported here confidentially, and they will be detained in layers according to the danger category.

Foundation personnel are divided into five grades, which are s, a, b, c, and d in sequence.

D-level personnel are only allowed to move on the first floor, C-level personnel are allowed to enter the [-]st to [-]th floors, B-level personnel are allowed to enter the [-]th floor, and A-level personnel are allowed to enter the [-]th floor.

Among them, A-level personnel are allowed to enter the eighteenth floor accompanied by at least one S-level personnel.

Only S-level personnel can freely enter and exit all levels without restriction.

After several safety measures, Zhu Youqian came to the deepest part of the eighteenth floor.

This is a huge room made of special materials. It is [-] square meters in size. In the center of the room stands a transparent cylindrical glass jar. Inside the liquid, around his neck, hung a silver key.

One of the three founders of the Salvation Foundation, through time and space and the door of truth, the master of data deletion, doctor.

Zhu Youqian didn't dare to get too close, because even with the suppression of Mingshui, within a diameter of ten meters around the doctor, time and space are distorted.

The boy opened his eyes, his voice was old and hoarse, as if it came from far away:

"Have you seen him?"

"Ah."

Zhu Youqian responded from a distance.

Even if he can see the projections of the past and future world, the doctor will still personally confirm some extremely important events.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, and he didn't speak for a long time, Zhu Youqian waited patiently by the side.

"Stop actively interfering in anything about him until you inevitably come into contact again."

"Yes."

"Let's go back."

Zhu Youqian didn't ask any more questions, and turned to leave.

When he returned to the ground, he recalled the face of the doctor just now, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Compared with two years ago, the other party was much younger. Data deletion gave him the ability to travel through time and space, and at the same time, it was inevitably devouring his own time.

"How long can the doctor exist?"

That's what all of their S-Class members, plus the other two founders, have been worrying about.

The catastrophe that covered the blue star is getting closer.

"Xia Ren, can he really control the ending of destruction?"

If not, then I can only do it...

In Zhu Youqian's mind, he recalled 18 years ago, when his father came to him covered in blood after he bloodbathed the house of the Dadu MP who betrayed him.

Facing his son whom he hadn't seen for half a year, Zhu Dashan just stretched out his hand and gently stroked his cheek.

"You have money, you have to remember that in this world, only we father and son can rely on each other.

Don't expose all your strength in front of others, no matter who you face, you must keep a little bit, and a little bit more! "

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The weather has been cooler recently, Uncle Qin had dinner early, and was going out for a walk with his family's Wangcai.

As soon as he walked out of the corridor, he saw a man with a suitcase and a schoolbag behind him, coming straight to this side.

Uncle Qin is getting old, and his eyesight is a little bad. He just looked at the outline of this person, which looked a little familiar. He didn't see the other person's face clearly until he walked in.

"this is not……"

He stopped this young man who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old and had shoulder-length short hair and looked at him carefully. He was a little surprised: "Aren't you the grandson of the old Liu family?"

The young man who was recognized raised his head shyly. When he saw Uncle Qin, he didn't know where to put his hands: "You, you..."