1784 Chapter 1783 NO.1 of underground forces (seeking subscription!) (1/2)
”Want to cry!”
”Hold on!”
”No tears.”
The three French and German scientists continued to comfort themselves, calm, and must be calm, what is the Nobel Prize, haha, what is cancer, haha, what is HIV, haha.
what!what!what!what!
Ooh!
Seems like yes.
......
quickly.
In the sound of melodious music.
The king came to power.
With a smile on his face, at this moment, all the cameras are aimed at the three figures with different styles. Many of the older people are present. Many people have gone to Myanmar for treatment and have friendly eyes.
of course.
There are also unfriendly ones.
truth.
Many people can't wait to tie up the three of them and ask questions about the preparation technology of the original transcription solution. It is not entirely an economic benefit. There is also curiosity, especially scientists, which is really itchy.
Two years.
No progress, no one will catch the blind.
”Congratulations.”
”Thank you for your contribution to the world medical community.”
”...”
In the face of the media, while thanking the king, the king murmured in his heart, hoping that the consortium would not cause too much trouble, otherwise, Sweden would lose face in the world, and he was helpless.
capital.
Has long been in control.
king?
It’s good to be able to maintain your status, just to save face. After all, for thousands of years, inheritance, orthodoxy, and blood are the marks of this land. Only with the royal family can capital have hereditary honor.
otherwise.
Pure capital.
No matter how strong.
It's just a pile of money, not money with honor.
...
”It's not over yet.”
Outside the concert hall.
At the top of a building, two men wearing black clothes and holding binoculars are looking down nervously. They were transferred from the United States. Looking back on last month, they couldn't help but throb.
one night.
Hundreds of people died, all of whom were elites.
Nowadays.
They may have to face the same enemy. Thinking of this, their palms are sweating, and they are walking in the dark. They know how terrifying a hidden opponent is. That is really terrible.
”A9 observation point, normal.”
”Roger that.”
every minute.
You have to report.
Put down the communicator and continue. The top of the tall buildings around the entire concert hall are all their people, in groups of two or three, to monitor all suspicious persons, and there are more people on the ground.
”amount.”
”what?”
”It's nothing.”
'talk.'
”I feel like I'm being stared at.” One of them frowned. This feeling was strange, not killing intent. It wasn't long before he got off the battlefield, and he was very sensitive in this regard.
”Which direction?”
”...”
I am not a god, how do I know.
Upon seeing this.
The companion reacted, too. It was strange to know that, suddenly, the person said again: ”I always feel that we are not surrounded by others, but that we are surrounded. I hope I am so careless.”
Just a moment.
He remembered.
That kind of feeling is the feeling of being ambushed. I didn't care too much before, because I am ambushing party, which is impossible at all, but when I think of the mystery of that power, I can't be sure.
”Surrounded by?”
The companion was taken aback.
On intuition.
That person was much stronger than himself. He was only from the CIA and was skilled in professional skills, but instinctively, he was still an elite special soldier compared to the frontline soldiers. The gap was not small.
”determine?”
”Do not.”
”what?”
”It just feels weird, be careful.”
Finished.
The special soldier squinted his eyes and looked around with his binoculars. Some people could still be seen on the roof of the building. After turning around, no suspicious person was found. Everything was normal to terrible.
be quiet.
Quiet.
Ok?
The man suddenly felt aroused. It was too quiet, so quiet. The familiar breathing sound was gone. Suddenly, his hair on his body stood upright, and he turned his head with difficulty. In an instant, he was scared to death.
companion.
Gone.