From the moment he learned that he had been promoted to the position of secretary-general, the young white man discovered for the first time that his faith in the Lord was so devout.
Soraka Talon stood at the command podium with a gloomy expression. In fact, he knew better than anyone else that if Fatty died, his son would never come back. Nothing could survive such a natural disaster. Earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions.
, typhoons and tornadoes, chaotic mudslides, landslides, whether it is people or things, the probability of survival is very low, so low that just thinking about it makes me feel heartbroken.
However, there is no such thing as a 10,000.
What if Little Fatty is alive, what if...
just in case……
The new secretary-general stood there feeling uneasy, and nothing felt right wherever he placed his hands holding the documents.
The entire battleship is commanded by Soraka Talon. In today's era, they actually rely on such a battleship, a space battleship that was supposed to fly in space but is now shallow in the deep sea.
Food and water are easily solved in the deep sea.
Not many people want to go to land. Although it feels good to be down to earth, land is not safe. The fear of longing for landing is just a dream.
"How many reconnaissance planes have returned?" Soraka Talon suddenly asked.
"Three planes." He answered completely subconsciously and fluently. After answering, the white guy's back was soaked.
Soraka Talon turned his head as if in surprise, frowning slightly, wondering how this frightened loser could answer so quickly.
In order to confirm that the information was accurate, Soraka Taillon raised his finger and pointed at the console: "Tell me more about it."
"Yes." Maybe the subconscious reaction just now gave the white guy some experience. Although his hands and feet were still shaking, his answer was unexpectedly fluent: "Report to the consul to dispatch five batches of four aircraft each, a total of twenty
However, only one and two reconnaissance planes came back in the first two times. The others all crashed due to accidents, and human factors cannot be ruled out."
"That's it..."
The finger tapping on the table paused in mid-air, and it took a long time before it fell again. This time it fell particularly hard.
Soraka Talon stared at the control console expressionlessly. On the clean and tidy table was a clock with a photo on it. On it were two soldiers standing one behind the other. The one in front was him, and the one a step behind was him.
A female secretary-general is also his woman. Since she left, he seems to have never found a woman again. He even started to use male secretaries to create rumors in the battleship, but who can understand him?
Dear baby, I'm sorry, the little fat boy you left for me is gone.
The circles under her eyes turned red, and Soraka Talon closed her eyes tightly, tightly, and the warm liquid overflowed little by little.
The white boy stared blankly at the man in front of him. Soraka Talon had always been a superior king in the eyes of the lower class people. He was majestic, cold, and murderous. He was a formidable executioner. But the one crying in front of him
Why are men different from what they thought before?
It turns out that big people also cry, and big people also feel sad.
The white boy suddenly remembered Soraka Talon's instructions when he just reported for duty: "Other aspects remain as usual, but don't touch this clock."
The clock is very old. It is an electronic clock from a long time ago. It has three needles on the disc with numbers in the middle. This kind of thing is actually not valuable. It can be found in any abandoned city. To be honest, it is not of much value. Moreover, white people
The young man once felt that this thing was not worthy of Soraka's identity.
Big shots should wear gold and silver, be popular and drink well. Be a secretary when you have something to do, and be a secretary when you have nothing to do.
These were all random thoughts that the white guy and his colleagues had when they were working at the bottom.
Now that they have really come into contact with each other, the white guys understand that in fact, the big shots are not much different from them, and are even more tired than them. The big shots have many things to consider and are responsible for even more things. Although the food the consul eats comes from Xiaozao,
It is not as rich as imagined. As for wine, I only drink some occasionally. Of course, these things are fine products, and they will never taste them or think of them.
Jealousy? No, the white guy is not jealous at all. He can't do what the consul does. He even feels a headache just thinking about it.
A person can carry as big a bowl as he has the ability. What the white boy's mother told him vaguely rang in his ears.
The white guy didn't understand it before, but now he understands it somewhat.
Being a consul is really not easy. He can't even cry. Maybe he should treat this job sincerely.
"Order, charge the level 3 death ray cannon and launch on time at twelve o'clock. The target is the island ahead." Soraka Taillon would not know how much the red and swollen eye circles and a few drops of tears would affect the secretary-general next to him.
Now I just want this damn island to bury my son with him.
Pray! You rubbish, there are still two hours left. If my son doesn't come back, you all go and stay with him.
Fight to the death, even if you die, you will have no regrets.
It was a hearty battle. Dongchen found that he had never felt so happy.
Yes, it's cool.
Chop, chop again, chop to death.
Blue and dark red energy flows passed quickly one after another, and Dongchen's figure shuttled through the heavy rain and rushed forward in the strong wind.
kill!
Live for war, die for war! Kill! Kill!
Madman, this is a real madman, a complete madman.
In fact, after fighting until now, both Safeleg and Arthur Hebler clearly understand that this boy they both despise is a real madman. But fortunately, the target of the madman is not them, but
It's...that puppy.
Cang Lang was very depressed. As Dongchen's main target, his head was buzzing and he was dizzy. If it hadn't been for the full moon today, he would have died long ago. As for the recovery of the wolf clan?
After recovering, the madman in front of me didn't know what kind of weird energy he used. Not only could his blood boil, but he also felt a strange chill. As long as he was touched, the whole person would feel in an unreal trance. Moreover, the energy on his body
The wound never healed at all.
Fierce and violent, with the sword light that kills the world, combined with the extremely arrogant arrogance, Dongchen has now unknowingly become a serious problem for the enemy.
The beauty transformed by Jasmine stood aside with a gun. She had maintained this posture for a long time. She sighed and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is the crazy guy in front of me really the trash from before?"
Smart slashing, arrogant domineering, and extremely sharp swordsmanship.
Longinus suddenly realized that perhaps it was because of this that Jasmine had a crush on the man in front of him. But she was a ghost, and this was a love destined to be fruitless. Moreover, Jasmine could not come back now.
.In order to maximize her power, she gave up herself in return for destroying the Heavenly Guardian Star General.
"You are such a cute fool. No wonder King Arthur is interested in you. If it were me, I would be the same...forget it, now, let us penetrate your persistence together."