Chapter 149 149: The beautiful Congress turns into hell on earth
In the office.
Zhao Fangxu sat on a large leather chair, staring ahead gloomily.
He crossed his hands, supported his chin, and tapped his cheek lightly with his fingers.
The sunlight outside the window shines in through the gaps in the blinds, forming mottled light and shadow, but all this seems to have nothing to do with him.
His brows were furrowed, and there was a deep wrinkle between his brows.
Bi Youlong stood in front of Zhao Fangxu, silent.
He was wearing a dark suit and looked very formal.
Bi Youlong's eyes were lowered, not daring to look directly into Zhao Fangxu's eyes, as if waiting for an unpredictable result.
Zhao Fangxu’s desk was filled with documents and reports, but he obviously had no intention of looking through them.
The lamp on the table gave off a soft light, illuminating the writing on the papers, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.
A landscape painting hangs on the wall. The peaks in the painting are towering and straight, surrounded by clouds and mist.
Zhao Fangxu finally spoke, his voice low and full of questions: "Where is Huang Boren?"
Bi Youlong said in a deep voice: "He seems to be sick."
Zhao Fangxu raised his head suddenly, and a light flashed across his glasses: "Sick? Why haven't you seen him sick before?"
Bi Youlong smiled dryly and said: "Director Zhao, you understand."
Zhao Fangxu frowned, with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "I'll make a call."
On the other side, Huang Boren is nestling comfortably in his room.
The room is warmly and casually decorated, with several celebrity posters on the walls and bookshelves filled with various comic books and novels.
He was sitting on a large sofa. There were several opened packages of snacks and empty drink cans scattered on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
At this moment, Huang Boren was holding a bag of chips in one hand and a bottle of Coke in the other, watching the variety show on the TV screen with relish.
The TV was turned on very loudly, and bursts of laughter and cheers came from time to time.
Huang Boren also laughed and was completely immersed in the atmosphere of the show.
There was also a small basket full of garbage at his feet, which was filled with eaten snack packaging bags and tissues.
There were a few potato chip crumbs scattered on the floor, it was obvious that he had been here for a long time.
Get ill?
This does not look like being sick at all.
Suddenly, a burst of rapid cell phone ringing broke the tranquility of the room.
Huang Boren was startled and almost dropped the fries in his hand to the ground.
He quickly put down the French fries and Coke, picked up his phone and looked at it. The word "Director Zhao" was displayed on the screen, and his heart suddenly tightened.
Huang Boren's hands trembled involuntarily. He quickly picked up the water glass next to him, took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and tried to make his voice sound more natural.
He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Director Zhao." Huang Boren tried his best to sound weak.
The cold voice of Zhao Fangxu came from the other end of the phone: "I heard that you are sick?"
Huang Boren pretended to be weak and whispered: "Yes, Director Zhao, you may be sick recently." I have a cold and am not feeling well.”
Zhao Fangxu snorted coldly, with obvious doubt in his tone: "You seem to have improved a lot by following King Zhao, right? I don't get sick easily, let alone you?"
When Huang Boren heard this, Feeling even more nervous, he coughed violently several times, almost coughing out his lungs, to prove that he was indeed seriously ill.
He gasped and said: "Director Zhao, I'm really sick. People have good fortunes and misfortune, who can predict it?"
Zhao Fangxu was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking about Huang Boren Whether the words are credible. After a while, he slowly said: "Okay, you have a good rest first, and then come back to work after you recover."
Huang Boren breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed: "Okay, Director Zhao, I will recover as soon as possible.”
After hanging up the phone, Huang Boren breathed a long sigh of relief, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
Huang Boren put down his phone and his eyes became gloomy. He knew what Zhao Fangxu wanted to do with him, which was nothing more than a mission to visit the beautiful country.
It’s just that Huang Boren really doesn’t want to go out. He doesn’t want to face King Zhao again, that terrifying man.
He also knew that he could not deceive Zhao Fangxu, but his attitude showed that Zhao Fangxu was willing to give both of them dignity.
Huang Boren sighed, walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice-cold beer, and downed it in one gulp, feeling the coldness hit the back of his head.
He shook his head and murmured: "Forget it, I don't want to anymore."
The room was filled with a faint smell of wine and potato chips. Huang Boren sat on the sofa and watched the TV screen. Variety show, but I can’t laugh anymore.
The cold and ruthless face of King Zhao kept appearing in his mind, as well as the horrific scenes he had experienced.
I really don’t want to face King Zhao.
The other side.
When Bi Youlong saw Zhao Fangxu hang up the phone, he quickly asked: "What did you say?"
Zhao Fangxu said helplessly: "I'm really sick."
Bi Youlong heard Zhao Fangxu's words , his eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and he muttered to himself: "Sick? Director Zhao is trying to cover up for others."
Although he knew it well, he did not dare to show it on his face. He could only ask respectfully: "Director Zhao, what should we do next?"
Zhao Fangxu pondered for a moment and looked deeply. Looking at Bi Youlong, he said slowly: "Next, it seems that you can only replace Huang Boren to go to the beautiful country to perform the mission."
Bi Youlong pursed his lips, with a somewhat reluctant expression on his face.
He knew that this mission was full of danger and uncertainty, and he was inevitably a little uneasy.
But he also knew that once Zhao Fangxu spoke, he had no room to refuse.
Zhao Fangxu seemed to see through Bi Youlong's thoughts and chuckled: "Looking at your reluctance, are you still afraid that King Zhao will eat you?"
Bi Youlong He forced a smile and replied: "Director Zhao has spoken, so I have no choice but to go."
"Okay, as soon as possible."
"Yes."
The busy dock in Beautiful Country is brightly lit, like daylight. Countless ships were crowded outside the pier. As far as the eye could see, the densely packed ships stretched to the end of the line of sight, all waiting to dock or preparing to leave the port.
The air is filled with the salty smell of sea water and the smell of engine oil, mixed with the shouts of the crew and the roar of the ship's engine.
Captain Laman Randolph stood on the deck of his freighter, his brows furrowed and his face full of impatience.
He looked at the congested channel ahead and complained angrily: "What's going on? It's so congested that our cargo will be ruined!"
Suddenly, a clear and powerful voice came from the radio The voice: "Every ship, please pay attention, there is a ship entering the port after leaving the scheduled position."
This sudden order made the already dissatisfied crew members even more indignant. They started talking one after another, asking why they should be allowed to do so. Move position, why is their ship need to give way.
However, facing the powerful port management and order maintenance forces, they could only reluctantly execute the order and slowly adjust their ships.
At this moment, a majestic and magnificent warship slowly sailed into the port. Its appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The flag of the Dragon Kingdom was flying on the warship, and the bright and dazzling red was particularly eye-catching in the night.
As the warship approaches, people can clearly see the Dragon Kingdom characters and symbols engraved on the ship.
“Is this a warship from the Dragon Kingdom?”
Someone shouted.
“Why are they able to come here?”
"It's not fair, this isn't fair!!!"
"Shut up, look." Someone pointed at the warship.
The soldiers were fully armed and stood on the deck. Their eyes were firm and their postures were upright, as if they were guardians of the sea.
These soldiers are not only strong in physique, but also well-trained. They are well-equipped, and the weapons in their hands shine with a cold light.
Among them, there are some warriors with special abilities. Their eyes reveal an otherworldly temperament, as if they are warriors from the future.
We are all well-informed people.
You can tell at a glance that some people are from strangers.
As the warship moved forward, the waves rolled on the bow of the ship, making a roaring sound.
The soldiers stared ahead with expressionless faces. Their eyes penetrated the sea fog and seemed to be able to see through everything.
Their presence alone is a deterrent, deterring any enemy who dares to provoke.
Gradually, the voice of doubt completely disappeared.
The crowds are bustling, and freighters and merchant ships come and go.
However, in this noisy environment, a man with an oriental face seemed particularly lonely and helpless.
His name is Mu Gu, and he is squatting on the edge of the dock at the moment, holding his head in his hands, frowning, and his eyes reveal deep frustration and helplessness.
Mu Gu is a stranger from the East, which allows him to earn more money than ordinary people in the beautiful country.
The control of foreigners in the Dragon Kingdom is too strict, and foreigners cannot exert their full power.
He originally thought this would be his chance to change his destiny, so he traveled thousands of miles to come to this strange country.
His plan is simple: work hard here, accumulate enough wealth, and then return to his hometown to enjoy his retirement.
However, fate does not seem to be on his side.
Since the turmoil in the beautiful country, the government has begun to point the finger at outsiders, especially Easterners like Mugu.
They were accused of being the source of chaos in the country, and although this claim was unfounded, it quickly spread among the people.
Overnight, Mugu and his compatriots found themselves persona non grata.
Discrimination and exclusion make Mugu’s life extremely difficult.
His work has been affected, his income has dropped sharply, and he has even sometimes been verbally insulted or physically attacked by locals.
Whenever night falls, loneliness and fear will haunt him.
He tried to seek help, but in this money-oriented society, no money means no right to speak.
Mugu also thought about leaving this place that made him physically and mentally exhausted and returning to that warm home.
However, when he opened the passbook and saw the meager number, his hope was shattered again.
There are people like this next to him.
Only the Ministry of Foreign Affairs gave them hope.
Said a ship would come to pick them up.
Suddenly there was chaos on the dock.
The crowd began to commotion, and comments broke out one after another.
A huge warship slowly sailed into the dock, with the bright Dragon Kingdom flag hanging on the ship, shining brightly in the sun.
Someone exclaimed: "A ship from the Dragon Kingdom!"
Then someone shouted: "It's still a warship!"
When Mugu heard these voices, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes Shining with incredible light.
He stared at the warship closely, feeling an inexplicable excitement in his heart.
Is this true? Are you really here to pick them up?
His heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.
At this moment, a voice in an Eastern language came from the warship: "Everyone, please take out your documents and prepare to board the ship. As long as there are no problems in the test, you can go home with us."
These words were like a ray of warm sunshine that penetrated the haze in Mugu's heart.
In an instant, cheers broke out in the crowd.
People hugged each other and gave high fives to celebrate the sudden good news. Some even shed tears of excitement.
Mu Gu couldn't help but burst into tears. He felt a long-lost sense of security and belonging well up in his heart.
He hurriedly took out his ID from his pocket and held it tightly in his hand.
This is his only hope of returning home.
As the crowd moved towards the warship, Mugu also joined the team.
Just as Mugu and other compatriots were preparing to board the ship with great hope, someone suddenly bumped into the team.
This uninvited guest was wearing a crisp suit and looked out of place in his surroundings.
His face was full of anxiety and despair, obviously attracted by the opportunity he was about to leave.
The soldiers reacted quickly and blocked his progress with their guns.
The man spoke fluent and beautiful Mandarin and said: "Take me away. I am willing to give you money, a lot of money, okay?"
There was a hint of emotion in his voice. A trace of trembling, obviously trying to suppress his emotions.
A lieutenant came over and said coldly: "Sorry sir, this warship only serves the people of the Dragon Kingdom."
The man became even more anxious after hearing this: "Sir, take me away!! ! ”
He was almost begging the lieutenant to change his mind.
However, the lieutenant just shook his head and said, "No." Then he turned and left the scene.
The man finally left the dock area dejectedly, and the people around him cast envious glances at Mugu and the others.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner.
Iowa, Zhu Yue Dojo.
Tang Mi slowly walked into the dojo.
She has been busy with a lot of things these days.
When she came to Zhu Yue, she knelt down without hesitation and shouted respectfully: "Your Highness."
Zhu Li nodded slightly and signaled Tang Mi to stand up and speak. His voice was gentle but strong, and he asked, "How's it going?"
Tang Mi stood up, with a hint of exhaustion on his face, but his eyes were full of perseverance.
She replied: "The formation is still being arranged, it will take some time."
Zhu Li did not rush, he knew that the arrangement of the formation was never done overnight.
He said softly: "The formation is like this. It takes a long time to set up, but once it is set up, it can change the situation of the battle."
Tang Mi nodded: "Your Highness is wise."
"What about the other incident at the dock?" Zhu Li asked again.
He continued: "Five days, only five days. After five days, the beautiful country will turn into a purgatory on earth, and everyone, regardless of gender, old or young, will turn into blood spirits."
< br>After hearing this, Zhu Li frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.
He nodded and said: "Five days are enough. Those who are willing to stay can become blood pills and turn them into resources."
Tang Mi was shocked when he heard this.
(End of this chapter)