[comprehensive] superior skills

Early morning, New York Harbor.

In the light mist, hundreds of people crowded on the pier, looking eagerly at the sea.

By the time the Titanic sent its first distress telegram last night, the news that the most luxurious ship in the world was about to sink had already shocked half of the western world.

Except for those ships rushing to the rescue, the insiders on land could only wait blankly, and there was nothing else to do.

When everyone thought that the worst shipwreck in history was inevitable, the interrupted communication of the big ship sent out the latest message, with only nine words on it, "Thank God! We are saved!"

The people who received the telegram were inexplicably shocked and thought that the fear of death caused the victims to have hallucinations, so they had such a crazy side.

But the cruise ships that rushed to the scene of the accident did not find any traces of the Titanic, and there were not even half of the victims' bodies on the sea, which is too unbelievable.

Perhaps there were too many associations from the mysterious legends of Bermuda. Many people engaged in the media industry and government functional departments all guarded the port at the same time, expecting to witness the miracle happen with their own eyes.

God lived up to their expectations. With the golden sun shining on the pier, a huge ship with olive branch reliefs engraved on the bow broke through layers of fog and slowly revealed to the world.

More than 2000 people stood by the boat at the same time, waving, cheering, and crying to the buildings on the coastline and the waiting crowd, suppressing their emotions all night. All the pain and joy burst out uncontrollably at this moment.

The reporters who had been on guard in the middle of the night were shocked and did not forget to press the shutter in their hands. The rapid white light from the flash made the whole port cheer, "God bless America!"

Everyone waved their arms and shouted the same slogan in unison, refusing to stop until their throats became hoarse.

The roar of cheers from the crowd reached its peak when Song Ci retracted the olive-sized airship back into the ring. Almost at the same time, a hole was opened in the clouds over New York by this sound wave.

The nearby citizens who got the news and came one after another, together with the survivors of the shipwreck, shouted "God Bless America!" "Praise God!"

Crazy people kept rushing forward, wanting to get closer to the messenger of the heavenly father and the redemption of suffering, hoping to get a little response from it.

In order to avoid a stampede, Song Ci had to leave the pier under the escort of guards and volunteers, and went to a political shelter under the name of the government.

The classic car of the twentieth century did not have the expected bumps. Under the naked eyes of the driver and escort, it took only half an hour for a group of people to arrive at the small villa on the outskirts of the city.

Hurrying through the garden and entering the living room, the former volunteer loosened his collar on the spot.

Will Kent looked at the little girl who was sitting on the sofa and fiddling with the hem of her skirt like nothing else, in a daze.

He is just a little life secretary in the city hall. He thought that being woken up from the small bachelor apartment by his immediate leader in the middle of the night, and being frozen with those paparazzi who were like chasing bloody sharks would be enough to torment him. Knowing that another Angel fell from the sky!

What an international joke!

Although the politicians, capitalists, and even the president of the United States of America at this time are all acting in the name of God, if they really believe in miracles, and by the way, they acquiesce that there is a more powerful ruling class standing on top of their heads. hell!

Song Ci looked amusedly at the so-called Mr. Volunteer who was circling like a golden bear, and made a steaming breakfast on the coffee table, "I'm hungry, if you don't mind, I'm going to start Enjoyed the food."

"Oh, please!"

Kent was taken aback by the sudden appearance of food, he moved forward without any trace, trying to see if the things in front of him were magician's props.

Song Ci gnawed the honey-soaked roast chicken with syrup hanging in front of him, and asked vaguely, "Don't you need something to eat?"

Kent wanted to refuse, but he quickly changed his mind and sat across from the little girl, "Thank you. The cold wind is blowing enough. I really need to eat some food to replenish my calories."

He cut off a piece of fat and tender chicken with a knife and fork, first smelled it, and then carefully put it in his mouth to chew, the unimaginable deliciousness made him admire: "This is really the best food I have ever eaten! Is heaven really as beautiful as in the legend?"

Song Ci took the time to raise his head and replied, "For some people, yes."

Kent stopped talking, and began to concentrate on the delicious food in front of him, while waiting for news from the city hall.

Song Ci was not surprised that the delicacy in the magic world conquered the crooked nut again after conquering King Silver Horn.

The taste of the food conjured by the Ruyi tablecloth is magically added, even the exquisite dishes of the big foodie empire are hard to match, let alone the dark dishes of these foreign aborigines.

In the last life in the world of Red Mansions, due to the same origin, Song Ci was not easy to do too much. Now that he is in the territory of crooked nuts, he naturally plays as he pleases.

Compared with the almost extinct Indians, a kind person like Song Ci will definitely do better than the free knights who landed on this land.

After all, she is an angel, isn't she, kindness and fraternity is the only motto.

In the middle of the breakfast, there were several sharp brakes from outside the yard, and then an old man in a white suit with a round body like a raccoon and thick dark circles on his face rushed in very quickly. The man and girl stopped hurriedly, almost tripping the entourage behind them.

"Will Kent!"

The old raccoon shook the fat hanging on his cheeks, squeezed out the name of the little secretary from his throat, pointed to his toes and said fiercely: "Come to me! Immediately!"

Kent didn't even care to wipe off the oil on his mouth, and quickly stood up and ran to the mayor's side to stand by. The funny old man showed the little girl an expression of crying or laughing, and then led the little secretary to the door to lecture.

"What are you doing?!"

The mayor glanced at the window, and said angrily: "I asked you to inquire about the Titanic, but you brought me back an angel! Do you know that everyone outside is crazy now, no one is going to work? No one goes to school and no one goes to clean up the garbage, as long as they are out of breath, they gather in front of the city hall and ask me to hand over the messenger of God!"

He then roared in a low voice: "Why can't you be smart and control the situation before it's too late? Do you know that for many people, it doesn't matter whether the big ship sinks or not, the one inside is the intolerable existence !"

Kent was just a young man in the workplace. Seeing that the mayor was going to accuse him of causing the riot, he immediately struggled and said: "Mr. Walker, the more than 2000 witnesses on the Titanic are enough to spread the news. The world! Even if the mouths of the common people are sealed, those celebrities and nobles will not succumb to the pressure of the government. The only thing I could do at that time was to send Miss Angel to the shelter."

"Angel, Angel, damn Angel!"

Mayor Walker was about to be driven crazy by the situation in front of him, "Why did God punish me like this? What should I give to the White House? This is not the Vatican, and there is no need for miracles!"

Kent didn't sympathize with this always mean direct superior, but in order to save his own life, he still couldn't help but came up with an idea, "I think Miss Angel is a very easy person to get along with, if we are more humble, we should be able to get Help. After all, if a holy envoy really came to this world, he wouldn’t want to cause too bad an impact.”

Mayor Walker stopped, stared at the little secretary and asked, "How does the Holy Communion taste?"

"Tastes great!"

Kent, who realized that he had said something wrong, immediately wiped off the oil stains on the corners of his mouth, and explained embarrassingly: "I thought it was a magic prop, so I wanted to try it."

"Damn great magician, made us all miserable!"

Mayor Walker tried to calm down, and said to another clerk: "Contain all survivors together, especially those who have been in contact with the inside, and record them all in writing. This matter must be resolved gently, and it must not be used Excessive means! I need this information to keep my political career from ending prematurely, and you also need jobs. Do it quickly, and it must be completed before dark!"

The people around him all got into action, and Mayor Walker quickly straightened his hair, said "God bless New York!" in a cheering voice, and then led Kent into the living room that seemed to be hiding a ferocious monster.

The little girl was still sitting where she was just now, but at some point in the living room, a few more beautiful white pigeons appeared, and they were burying their heads in eating the grains in the girl's hands.

Mayor Walker dared to swear to God that this kind of shelter would never raise any animals. Just now he and the little secretary stood behind the door and saw no one else coming in or out.

"God, haven't I been stimulated enough today!"

The fat old man who had decided to accept his fate still couldn't help complaining in his heart, then slowly walked up to the little girl, and said with a distorted smile that he thought was gentle: "My daughter also likes to raise pigeons, and some of them have to cross the continent Competition medals."

Song Ci piled the grains on the table and let the birds peck them, "I heard your conversation."

Mayor Walker's face froze, and he wanted to explain something, but was stopped by the little girl raising her hand.

Song Ci said kindly: "I'm sorry to cause trouble to everyone, but this was not my intention. Now that everyone on board has been properly settled, I can leave."

"Do not!!"

Mayor Walker shouted: "Don't leave! Now the citizens of New York are looking forward to meeting you, please grant their humble wishes!"

If the people guarding outside the office knew that the holy messenger who blessed the world was forced away by hateful politicians, something more terrible than the angel's descending would definitely happen.

So let this sweet little girl stay, who would rather deliver a letter of resignation to the White House than be torn to pieces by angry citizens and rioting churchgoers.

"Are there really many people who want to see me?"

Seeing that this crooked nut was sincere, Song Ci couldn't bear to refuse him any more, and asked with a smile.

Mayor Walker wiped the sweat off his brow and said hastily, "Yes, except for the patients who couldn't be discharged, almost all the people in New York have come, and we have been waiting for your presence!"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Song Ci stood up and ran to the door first, "Can I go to the zoo first?"

"zoo?"

Walker was taken aback by the little girl's whim. Didn't he just agree to meet the citizens? He looked at Kent, who had been silent all this time, and hinted with his eyes, "This is what you said is easy to get along with?"

Kent was speechless and could only follow the two big men out.

Song Ci, who is different and easy to get along with, quickly came to the Bronx Zoo in the mayor's special car, found the Asian elephants she urgently needed, and drove ten elephants towards the city hall under Walker's dumbfounded gaze.

Along the way, the convoy crossed the half-empty urban area, and it was too crowded to move forward after five streets. The only way was to rely on the police to evacuate the crowd to open the way.

Since the appearance of those Asian elephants following meekly behind the convoy, everyone realized that the longed-for opportunity was in front of them, retreated like Moses dividing the sea, and stared closely at the black glass window.

A temporary podium was set up at the entrance of the city hall, surrounded by hundreds of fully armed guards, and more than a dozen government officials were waiting for the mayor's arrival.

The convoy finally stopped, and Mayor Walker, who was the first to take the lead, opened the rear door himself. An extremely cute little girl with blond hair and blue eyes came out with a smile and said softly, "Hello, America."

Walker seized the opportunity to grab the microphone and raised his arms and shouted, "Did you hear that! The angel is making a holy voice! Hello, America!"

"God Bless America!"

"Praise the Lord! Hail Mary!"

"Long Live America!"

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Song Ci raised her finger to the sky. Following her movement, ten Asian elephants sang at the same time and sprayed out the liquid stored in their nasal cavities. These springs, which are enough to cure diseases and strengthen the body, sprinkled on the sky like nectar from the sky. The fatigue of waiting here for a long time was instantly dispelled from the bodies of the citizens and believers.

Wave after wave of cheers went straight into the sky, and even the glass of nearby buildings vibrated slightly with the sound waves.

At this moment, no one can stop this carnival feast.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: I read a piece of brutal news yesterday, which deeply stimulated the fragile brain nerves of the scumbag author who is comparable to Mrs. Bennett.

Suddenly, I found that there is another reason not to have children in the middle-earth world that believes in the first to strike first and the second to suffer.

By the way, I would like to greet the hero who wiped out the Eight-Nation Allied Forces by himself, "Humans are born of human beings, demons are born of demons, what is your mother's surname?"