Chapter 112 The Great Prophecy Asks for a Guaranteed Monthly Ticket
ps: There will be updates around 19:00 and after midnight. Please give me a few chapters of guaranteed monthly tickets to support.
There are also subscriptions, recommendation votes, and the same request!!
With Old Charles' wisdom, he had already guessed something from various clues before Zuo Han rescued him. Regardless of whether Little Charles was involved or not, Old Charles knew that his situation was very dangerous.
When he was kidnapped, the guards had almost no ability to resist, as if they had been kidnapped by Superman-like guys. As for the people who imprisoned him behind him, they were small characters like jailers at most.
There is a mysterious and terrifying enemy, but he has no resources to use unless he directly seeks help from the U.S. government. But in that case, he will be passive, and Old Charles does not believe in the U.S. government. Only when there is absolutely no way out, Old Charles can
will do.
In the process of building a business empire, Charles Sr. also suffered many similar crises. He believed that he could solve this problem. But until he found a way to deal with it, he still couldn't appear in public casually.
…………
Old Charles looked at Zuo Han and said, "I can cooperate with you, but at least let me know who the enemy is."
"Do you know about biochemical people?" Zuo Tianming is going to go out to the world to show off, and there is no point in hiding it from Zuo Han.
Charles nodded: "I heard a little bit that the government had related projects and wanted my company to join them, but I refused."
Unlike many businessmen, although Charles cooperates with the government, he never engages in military-industrial cooperation or cooperation that involves too much.
Zuo Han was not surprised by Charles' answer and said: "To put it simply, a non-governmental organization is independently researching biomass. It needs a lot of financial support. I have some personal grudges with that organization."
Charles was silent for a while and said: "If what you said is true, then everything that happened has a reasonable explanation. However, I still can't completely believe you. I am more willing to believe in my son than you.
"
"You can continue to think about it, and we can continue talking after you think about it." Zuo Han put down the porridge bowl and walked out.
At present, Charles has no status but no available resources. Zuo Han believes that he will make the wisest choice.
However, Charles is only part of Zuo Han's plan to end the layout of the Bloodland organization. If he simply tracks Claudia and Makona, he has a more direct way.
Great prophecy!
………………
Great prophecy is a very complex ability, and divination is just one of them. It requires the assistance of at least 100 light believers, and usually only bishops can cast it. If Zuo Han wants to use it, he can only use tricks.
Using these days, Zuo Han has been accumulating holy power and built an altar in an empty place.
In the middle of the night, Zuo Han sat in the center of the altar, with 100 believers scattered around, forming a strange formation. In front of Zuo Han, there was a "twilight phantom" wrapped in cloth - Claudia's hair.
If it were in other places, Zuo Han's magic-like behavior would definitely be despised. But on Mandelin Island, it would only make the islanders headed by Bassong more at ease and feel that this is what the gods should do.
Many people were watching from a distance, wondering what kind of miracle would happen. Field Morfan was among them.
Mo Fan really regarded himself as a shadow, and would follow him wherever he went as long as Zuo Han didn't ask for it. But Feld came here just to watch the fun.
He knew about the existence of the Holy Court and had seen the Knights of the Holy Court, but he had never seen anyone perform the legendary great prophecy.
…………
The clock struck zero o'clock, and Zuo Han opened his eyes.
It's time to start.
Zuo Han gently opened the cloth bag in front of him.
The moment the cloth was lifted, many people were in a daze.
A brilliant and colorful light bloomed instantly, like countless flowers turning into rays of light floating in the dark night.
Those lights are not strong. The light is very soft, which makes people look very comfortable. No one is touching it, but the rays of light are rippling on their own, like flowers, grass, flowing water, and clouds. It is really beautiful.
Twilight Phantom!
Fortunately for Field, most of the others were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a beautiful thing before.
However, Zuo Han is not here to hold a crystal exhibition today.
Zuo Han flipped his hands, forming a mark, and streams of white holy power rose from his body, gathering above his head like smoke, and rising into the night sky.
The 100 believers who were sitting motionless suddenly shook their collective bodies, and each one of them glowed faintly like a light bulb.
Gradually, the light began to extend horizontally in different directions, connecting to each other...
If you look at it from a high altitude, you will find that these form an array. The center is Zuo Han's holy power.
The holy power continues to climb, and after reaching a certain height, it spreads out, forming a canopy-like light shield.
Zuo Han stood up and reached out to point at the twilight phantom.
The glow from the twilight phantom suddenly dimmed and was replaced by a layer of white light.
The white light rises into the sky, and the light mask gradually merges into one.
The light mask that originally only glowed with a faint white light began to change.
Some places became brighter, and some places became darker. Gradually, a huge pattern like a holographic projection appeared in the mask.
From a distance, it is clear that most of the American continent is covered.
Zuo Han flipped his handprints, and the holy power continued to be output.
With a certain location as the center, the territory gradually shrinks, and the undulating landforms can be vaguely seen.
USA, Massachusetts!
Zuo Han turned over his fingerprints again, sweating faintly on his forehead, and the image continued to shrink.
Finally, it settled on a city.
Boston!
Looking at the familiar street scene, Zuo Han took a deep breath and output his holy power again.
But this time, the image didn't change at all.
Zuo Han gritted his teeth and poured all the remaining holy power into it. But the image didn't even tremble, and still found nothing.
With a buzzing sound, the light dissipated, and only the "Twilight Phantom" still glowed with an intoxicating brilliance.
………………
Zuo Han's face turned pale. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and put away the "Twilight Phantom". After standing up, Basong and others knelt down again.
In Zuo Han's opinion, this great prophecy technique is a large-scale radar, which is still not very accurate.
But in Basong's view, this was another miracle performed by Zuo Han, and it was a gift for them to join in it.
After sending away the devout believers, Zuo Han could not help but have a look of worry on his brows.
The range targeted by the Great Prophecy is definitely correct, but the specific location is difficult to determine. Boston is so big, it is not easy to find someone.
And why Boston?
Could it be that Claudia was not arrested but went to find He Ye? Or did Marcona know about the relationship between He Ye and Claudia?
Just as Zuo Han was thinking about it, old Charles came over with help from someone on crutches.
"Have you figured it out?" Zuo Han asked smoothly.
Old Charles nodded and said: "If you want to obtain my shares, you can only go through the board of directors. In addition to obtaining more than 70% of the votes of non-executive directors, you also need the consent of all executive directors. I have a granddaughter named Catherine, who is
Born to Paul's dead brother, she is also one of the executive directors. If Paul really has an affair, Catherine is the only person I can trust.
I will go to her first and stabilize Paul. When the board of directors is convened, I will appear at the meeting and remove Paul from his position in public without giving him the space and time to respond. In this way, even if those people really kill me, they will
Can’t get my wealth.”
Zuo Han nodded: "I will be responsible for your safety."
"Don't worry." Old Charles shook his head and said: "The plan I mentioned is based on Paul harming me. If he is wronged, then none of this will be true. So before the board of directors, I want to confirm
at this point."
"How to confirm?" Zuo Han asked.
"Go to Boston!" Old Charles poked his cane and said, "My granddaughter is at Harvard Business School, and Paul is also at the Boston branch. You can test him there, and then directly convene the board of directors."
"Boston..." Zuo Han sighed: "What an annoying coincidence."
………………
On the sea, a cargo ship was struggling to move forward in the waves. In the warehouse hidden under the deck, hundreds of people were sitting inside. All of them were unkempt and carrying large and small bags. In the corner, a girl was huddled there.
, holding a thick headscarf on his head.
Suddenly, the hatch opened. Two white men walked down from above, holding thick flashlights.
"You yellow-skinned monkeys, listen clearly, you will enter the territorial waters of the United States in the middle of the night, and you may be subject to interrogation." A bearded man cursed and said: "Shut your mouths tightly, it is best not to even breathe.
Panting. If you are discovered, I can only throw you into the sea and feed it to the sharks."
Suddenly, there was a growling stomach sound in the cabin.
The bearded man was furious: "Damn it, who made the weird noise? Do you want to die!"
A middle-aged woman in the corner raised her hand carefully and said, "We haven't eaten for a long time. Can we give you something to eat first?"
"Eat whatever you want. What if you eat too much and are thrown into the cabin?" The bearded man scolded: "Hold it! Soon..."
Before she finished speaking, the woman's stomach began to growl again.
The bearded man was furious, rushed over and kicked the middle-aged woman down: "Smelly bitch, did you do this on purpose?"
The other fat white man said: "Forget it, get up, it smells too bad here."
The bearded man let out another loud sigh, rushed over and kicked the woman on the head. He thought about kicking her and leaving.
The girl huddled in the corner suddenly moved and suddenly pounced on the woman. The bearded girl also kicked the girl.
"Ouch..." The bearded man seemed to have kicked his foot on something hard, staggering and almost falling.
After standing firm, the bearded man became even more angry. He rushed over and ripped off the girl's scarf, cursing: "Are you covered in fucking bones? How..."
Suddenly, the bearded man was startled, and his eyes became a little brighter.
The girl is very beautiful and seems to have a good figure.
"Why are you still standing here..." The other fat man came over, originally wanting to greet the bearded man, but he was also stunned when he saw the girl.
"I didn't notice that there was such good stuff when I got on the boat." The fat man and the bearded man looked at each other and then looked at the exit in unison.
"I'll go first, you go look out for the wind." The bearded man pursed his lips.
"Hurry up, time is tight." The fat man chuckled and walked towards the hatch without saying much. Judging from the tacit understanding between the two, they had done something like this often.
The bearded man turned around, kicked the middle-aged woman away, approached the girl with a lewd smile, and began to unbutton his pants.
No one, including the middle-aged woman, spoke, and they all stayed away.
The girl looked at everyone, sneered, and looked up at the bearded man.
"Little bitch, look at me like this, can't you wait anymore... Ugh!" The bearded man just said half a sentence with a lewd smile, and then the laughter stopped abruptly. He pinched his neck in pain, ahhhhh
He knelt down. His furry white skin turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
People around were frightened, and the middle-aged woman even screamed: "Are you crazy? What did you do to him? You will kill us!!"
"Yes, we can't help you if you want to die. Don't harm others..."
The others also screamed in surprise and questioned the girl.
The fat white man realized something was wrong and ran over in stride.
"They're all the same walking zombies, so what's the point of living?"
As the girl sighed, a vague black mist rippled out. People who were touched by this mist, including the middle-aged woman, fell to the ground in pain.
Looking at the people moaning on the ground, the girl smiled sadly again.
"Actually, I am the same, a walking zombie led by hatred. One day, we will meet again in hell..." (To be continued...)