Chapter 1789 (1/2)
”Want to cry!”
”Hold on!”
”No tears.”
Three French and German scientists constantly comfort themselves, calm down, be calm, what Nobel Prize is, ha ha, what cancer is, ha ha, what HIV is, ha ha.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Whoops!
I think so.
...
very fast.
In the melodious music.
The king came to power.
With a smile on his face, at this moment, all the cameras are aiming at the three figures with different painting styles. Many of them are old at the scene, and many people have gone to Myanmar to receive treatment with friendly eyes.
Of course.
There are also unfriendly ones.
The truth.
Many people would like to tie up the three and force out the preparation technology of the transcriptional solution, which is not entirely economic interests, but also curious, 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 murmured in his heart, hoping that the consortia would not make too much trouble, otherwise, Sweden's face would have to be thrown into the world, for which he was helpless.
Capital.
Already in control.
King?
It's good to be able to maintain the status. It's just to maintain the face. After all, for thousands of years, inheritance, orthodoxy and blood are the marks of this land. Only when there is a royal family can capital have hereditary dignity.
Otherwise.
Pure capital.
Better.
That's a lot of money, not money with honor.
。。。
”It's not over.”
Outside the concert hall.
At the top of a building, two men in black and with binoculars looked down nervously. They were transferred from the United States. Looking back last month, their hearts were pounding.
One night.
Hundreds of people died, all of them elites.
Today.
They may have to face the same enemy. When they think of it, their palms are sweating. They would have walked in the dark. They know how terrible a hidden opponent is. It's really deadly.
”Observation point A9, normal.”
”Received.”
Every minute.
All have to be reported.
Put down the communicator and continue. The top of the high-rise building around the concert hall is full of their people. Two or three people in a group monitor all the suspicious people. There are more people on the ground.
”Well.”
”What?”
”Nothing.”
”Say it.”
”I feel like I'm being watched.” One of them frowned. It was a strange feeling. It was not murderous. He didn't come down from the battlefield for a long time. He was very sensitive in this respect.
”In which direction?”
“。。。”
I'm not a God. How do I know.
See.
My companion responded, and it was strange to know. Suddenly, the man said, ”I always feel that it's not that we surround others, but that we are surrounded. I hope it's that I'm multi-minded.”
Just for a moment.
He remembered.
That kind of feeling is the feeling of being ambushed. I didn't care much before, because I am the ambush party. It's impossible at all, but I'm not sure when I think of the mystery of that force.
”Surrounded?”
The companion was stunned.
On intuition.
That man is much better than himself. He just came out of the CIA and is skilled in professional skills. But in terms of intuition, compared with the front-line soldiers or elite special soldiers, the gap is not small.
”Are you sure?”
”No.”
”Ah?”
”It just feels weird. Be careful.”
Finish.
The special soldier narrowed his eyes and looked around with his telescope. Some of the buildings could see his own people on the roof. After a circle, no suspicious people were found. Everything was normal and terrible.
Be quiet.
Quiet.
Yeah?
Suddenly, a man was excited. It was so quiet. The familiar breath was gone. All of a sudden, he stood up with sweat and turned his head difficultly. In an instant, he was scared to death.
Companion.
It's gone.