Chapter 644
No one can solve this crisis
Chapter 644 No one can solve this crisis
Gingrich stood in front of the villa, waiting for his guests.
The wind blew in from the ocean, making his linen shirt flutter loudly.
He raised his hand to gather his gray hair that had been blown about by the wind, revealing a section of his wrist where his sleeves were rolled up.
A fleeting look of disdain crossed his eyes.
This frail, aging carbon-based human body.
It's okay, just hang in there a little longer, and he'll be free.
The last Cessna landed before dusk, the setting sun painting its fuselage a molten gold color.
Now, all the guests who were supposed to come have arrived.
Senate Majority Leader, Chairman of the House Budget Committee, National Security Advisor to the President, retired four-star general, current Director of the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency...
They are all big shots who could cause a global earthquake with a stomp of their feet.
Gingrich shook hands with them, then turned to the side and made a "please" gesture, leading them towards the villa area.
The dinner was held in the largest villa by the lake.
The waitresses, dressed in revealing clothing, swayed gracefully and smiled charmingly.
This time, even the most lecherous guests didn't pay any attention to these beautiful women.
Only power and immortality can overcome beauty.
Everyone stared intently at Gingrich, waiting for him to fulfill his promise.
"Thank you all for coming." Gingrich's voice was not loud, but his pace was well controlled, with just enough space between each word for others to digest the previous one. "I know that everyone has had a tough time lately. The hearings, the media, the voters, and those idiots in the party who only make things worse."
Several people chuckled softly.
The biggest idiot is their president, Clinton.
“Fools only go to meet Satan.” He pulled a flat little box from his pocket, opened it, and inside were several pre-filled syringes neatly arranged.
The syringe was transparent, and the liquid inside reflected the candlelight, appearing as a very pale amber color.
"Congratulations, you are about to enter the realm of God."
The chairman of the budget committee, a short, stout, bald man, placed his cigar on the edge of the ashtray, excitedly picked up a syringe, and twirled it in the candlelight: "Is this it?"
"that's it!"
No one hesitated. It was only after Gingrich agreed to provide this that they were able to persuade him to agree to his plan.
The cool liquid flowed through the blood vessels to the heart and into the brain.
This is a feeling that's even more intoxicating than sucking on white sugar.
They seemed to be able to feel every cell in their body changing under the influence of the medicine.
What will happen?
The next second, they were met with excruciating pain that felt like their souls were being torn apart.
Gingrich sat on the soft leather sofa, coldly watching these refined, high-ranking figures roll on the floor like dying dogs.
He looked away, no longer wasting a glance.
Transformation is always accompanied by the threat of death; failure means death.
Gingrich was thinking about his little darlings. The little guy he named X-47 hadn't yet unleashed his full power.
"I can't wait..."
It was a beautiful night, the sound of the waves accompanied by mournful howls, which eventually faded into faint gasps.
As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the villa's lobby, the person lying on the floor slowly awoke.
"What...what is this?"
"How did I become like this?!"
"Gingrich, you have to give us an explanation!" Gingrich stood up, his aura overwhelming, and said condescendingly, "An explanation? I led you into the realm of gods, and you dare to ask me for an explanation?"
Oh.
He chuckled and led the way away: "The little darlings are unstoppable. I suggest you come with me to the underground shelter. Once we come out, everything will be settled."
An underground shelter?
Everyone stood there warily.
What is a refuge? A refuge is a place that only they themselves know, a place where only they themselves have the key.
What is a refuge for others is the most severe prison for them!
Gingrich turned and scoffed, "Go look in the mirror. Are you sure you want to go back looking like this?"
They looked up, and their reflections were mirrored in the clear mirror of the villa's roof.
It was a scene of utter chaos, a party in hell.
This... is indeed inconvenient to appear in public.
They followed Gingrich in silence, their hearts filled with a complex mix of emotions.
The distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks could be heard, and the pebbles underfoot crunched underfoot.
At the end of the road is a door.
The door was embedded in the mountain. The volcanic rock was flattened, reinforced with concrete, and then covered with camouflage netting and native vegetation, making it look like an ordinary tropical rainforest hillside from the air.
But when you walk in from the ground, there is a three-meter-high airtight steel door with a matte anti-rust paint finish and an iris recognition screen embedded in the door frame.
A green LED dot swept across Gingrich's pupils, and the steel door silently sank in a crack.
Gingrich didn't give them time to explore the shelter; instead, he took them directly to the meeting room.
Gingrich, seated at the head of the table, said to himself, “I admire your self-awareness and pragmatism. The gods will eventually descend, and you will, under their radiance, revitalize the planet Earth.”
The retired general asked timidly, "God... is it God?"
"No! How could gods be fictional characters?! Gods are naturally omniscient and omnipotent, the most powerful fangs in the entire universe!"
Christians...
Oh no, the leader of the United States is actually a cult member!
They weren't keen on discussing the evil god Fang, so they changed the subject: "Gingrich, is it really true, as you say, that no one can survive outside?"
"of course."
"Even Dongguo couldn't do it? In the past two years, China's technological development has been extremely rapid, and according to our investigation, it should be related to Lin Xiaohe. Could Lin Xiaohe not have done it either?"
Gingrich laughed heartily: "No one in this world can defeat Little Cutie. Not even Lin Xiaohe can do anything about it."
These little cuties were stolen by him using the Holy Grail Key.
The little cuties' mechanism of action was so effective that it struck right at the heart of the matter, and even if Lin Xiaohe found the little cuties, it was useless.
Canine Tooth had long since abandoned Gingrich's body.
Whether there are living people on Earth or not is of no importance to him.
All he needs to do is make sure that the last carbon-based human to die is a beautiful American.
That way, he won.
He can still control the boundary marker key, restart the node world, and not only trap the original divine remnant, but also the divine remnant of the primordial black hole.
This time, he will no longer fight alone, but will invite the high-level Domain Lords of the Primordial God Kingdom to enter the Node World and together kill the Divine Heir!
Canine Tooth gritted his teeth and restarted the timeline of the node world, setting it to 1931!
At that time, he and the Domain Lords will be assigned to various countries, and instead of S2, a multi-country dragon slaying will reappear.
He refused to believe that the heir to the throne could turn the tide under those circumstances!
Xiaohe will not restart the node world; she will not let Canine Tooth succeed.