Chapter 112 (1/2)
A little fat, but well maintained hand, tightly pulled a few pieces of paper on his hand and trembled.
It can be seen that the owner of this hand must be treated with respect at ordinary times. His nails are carefully trimmed. On his thick fingers, the only trace is a slight yellow cocoon left by a cigar.
Ruby Cufflinks without any impurities on the wrist, exquisite and elegant classical mechanical watches, even neat, soft and textured cloth, and extremely fit Cufflinks all explain that the owner of this hand must be elegant and slow in doing things in line with his identity, pointing out rivers and mountains, and determining the lives of millions of people.
But now, this hand seems to be out of control. The hand that instructs the servant, the hand that twists the fruits of other people's labor and dislikes it like garbage, and the noble, noble hand that is always in the center of people's sight trembles like an out of control. Even a few thin pieces of paper are as heavy as a mountain.
”Absurd! Ridiculous! Arrogant! Who does he think he is? What is he? He can challenge us?” the voice of rage and fear sounded, as if it contained endless resentment and deep fear. ”Apocalypse, who is he? He is just a clown who never knows where to jump out. He also deserves to question us. Does he also want to challenge us?”
”Does he know our power? The gold inlaid on my toilet can kill him! Does he know what kind of power he provoked? I want to teach him a lesson, a lesson for those maniacs! Fusion nuclear energy? High-energy battery? I want to buy it and do whatever I want! I want the world to use electricity, so they can use it!”
Saif forgot his current identity. He fantasized that he would smash the American General Electric Company with money and look at those arrogant and damn people lying at his feet and licking the soles of his shoes. As before, American energy enterprises flattered him and did whatever he wanted, a nine-year-old girl, or anything more crazy.
”I want to reward his life first. I want to see that guy's head. What apocalypse, without the protection of the government, he is nothing. This world is our world. I want to expose the ridiculous lies of the United States. How can nuclear fusion succeed? How dare it succeed?” Saif got up fiercely, his beard trembled, and he had no time to tidy up his scarf, Just before the video phone.
”There are more than one billion people in the world who depend on the petroleum industry, and more people rely on ethylene and petrochemical industry. The automobile industry, plastic industry and aerospace industry are the world of oil and our world. We stipulate it and control it. If we don't want to die together, we have to listen to us!” Saif said hysterically with red eyes.
In such a state, almost all the people in the hall exist. Saif is not the most extreme of them. These well-dressed people in robes and suits run around like headless cockroaches, talking nonsense about things they can't understand, and great fear devours their hearts.
They used to have the influence of stamping their feet and shaking the world. They had the brilliant achievements of launching the first and second oil crisis, setting off the economic crisis and seriously damaging the world economy. They used to be the elites who affected the world. Countless people worked hard all their lives to be slaves and make money for them. Countless human elites broke their heads, Just want to have dinner with them.
Their taste is fashion and their hobby is fashion. They dig out the dark wealth underground and sell it to the world at the price of gold. They enjoy the most luxurious and wanton life. They don't have to learn but have skills, work hard, open and innovate. They are born noble!
This seems to be a natural axiom. They have power, they are excellent, and they have drawn a deep ditch between themselves and ordinary people.
But all this ends in one person's hands.
He knocked nobility out of the world and fell into the mud, making everything ridiculous.
Saif looked at the old king in the video and murmured, ”father, we are trying to find a way. There are so many friends. There will always be someone to solve all this. The world economy is closely related to us, and no one dares to ignore this threat. Apocalypse is nothing. No matter how dangerous he is, he is just a person.”
”No!” across from the video, the king looked numbly at the video and said, ”he's not just a person!”
”Father, the world is standing with us. Yesterday, the Secretary of state also told me that the United States is our strong backing, and the Apocalypse is just a dog released by the Americans, just like * *. Now he has touched the line, he is killing himself!” Saif said excitedly, ”we don't even have to fight. A large number of people will want to kill him!”
The king looked at him with a strange look that Saif had never seen before. It was a deep despair and helplessness. Saif Cheng had seen similar eyes in the eyes of those lifeless refugees. At this moment, he even wondered whether his father was opposite?
”Saif!” sighed the king.
Saif made a respectful gesture of listening.
”Let's pray to the Lord!” Saif looked at his father and the noble old man in shock, abandoned his gorgeous carpet and his comfortable cushion, knelt on the hard marble, his ass facing the sky and crawled on the ground.
Hearing his father, he said a different prayer and whispered:
”Yazlar! Forgive us!”
Saif finally determined that his father was crazy, which seemed to be a good thing. As the only one of his father's hundreds of sons who discovered it, he had a great possibility to inherit his father's position. But Saif had already forgotten this, and he looked at the screen trembling.
Beautiful orange pupils.
If this is a beauty, Saif will marry that woman back for his simple and sacred eyes. Anyway, he can marry countless wives. The blasphemy will make his blood boil.
But now, he just wants to kneel down.
With smooth curves, wide wings, and that strange creature in scales, when entering gracefully from the door, the shock of death is accompanied by Saif, the awe of the upper level of the food chain to the lower level, the nobility of wisdom to ignorance, and the sanctity of purity to complexity.
There is only one word that can describe the creature in front of us - the angel of death!
”Yazlar! Forgive us!” Saif wailed.
At the same time, Saif's father, the old man crawling on the ground, turned into a light and integrated into the aura of the angel of death. Every cell and old body are like cold ice in hot water, quietly melting in the reflected sunlight of that creature.