On the top floor of the Tomorrow Energy Building, in an office with a medieval layout, there is a hospital bed that is very different from the retro style here. Lying on the bed is an old man with a withered face and a skinny face. His eyes are cloudy and he looks blankly.
Look at the ceiling.
His name is Maurice Fisher, and he spent sixty years personally building a business empire that controls half of the world's energy supply. Although he is eighty-four years old, he is still ambitious and wants to convert his
The business territory has expanded even further.
Unfortunately, his cancer cells had spread throughout his body, and the doctor told him that he only had seven days to live.
He was no longer afraid of life and death. He just regretted that he could not fulfill his lifelong dream. What he regretted even more was that his son Robert Fisher could not inherit his decisive and wolfish side at all. He was really very good at it.
Don't worry, after he leaves, where will his son take the big ship of Tomorrow's Energy?
He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the back of the young man standing by the bed. His old face was full of disappointment!
Just now, he scolded his son Robert Fisher severely, calling him cowardly and unbecoming of a man. He told his son that he was very disappointed in him.
He fully hoped that his son would refute him or even scold him, but Robert did not.
His son was like a wronged little girl, standing by the window and crying silently.
How can such a character be worthy of inheriting his career?
Just then, the door opened, and a silver-haired, energetic old man walked in.
Maurice Fisher took a hard look and recognized the man as his once most trusted right-hand man, Peter Browning, his old brother who accompanied him to build the world of tomorrow's energy.
The company is recently dealing with monopoly accusations from Saito International Energy Group, and Browning is in charge of this matter. Could it be that there is a new development in the matter?
Maurice Fisher wanted to sit up and listen to Browning's report, but he was too weak to even sit up.
What made his heart sink was that Browning did not walk towards him, or even look at him. Instead, he walked straight to the window and walked behind his son.
"Listen, Robert!" Browning said in a heavy tone, "We have to talk about the power of attorney! I must be authorized to take full responsibility..."
Robert Fisher waved his hands anxiously: "No, no, no, Uncle Peter, I don't want to talk about it for the time being."
"But when it comes time to make a decision..." Browning took a step closer and looked deeply at Robert.
Robert opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't.
When Maurice Fisher, who was lying in the hospital bed, saw this scene, his grief and anger were beyond words!
This is his son, who is unable to resolve such a simple persecution.
He suddenly got the strength from nowhere and knocked the things on the table to the floor, making a loud noise and immediately attracted the attention of two people.
"I told you before, do as I say!" Morris roared angrily, but he could only make a vague voice, "You never listen to me, damn it..."
He was almost speechless. He had told his son how to deal with Browning, who had ulterior motives, but his son believed that Browning was the hero of the group and his godfather, so he hesitated.
Morris was inexplicably sad and angry, and his eyes when he looked at Fisher were full of anger and disappointment.
However, at this moment, he saw his son's face suddenly change, and he lowered his head in disbelief and looked at his lower body.
Morris followed his son's gaze and saw that his son's pants seemed to have a sewer pipe stuck in them, and his pants were lifted up in an exaggerated way.
Morris was stunned. What had he just said to make his son react like this?
"Uh-huh..." Robert Fisher looked at his lower body and let out a shrill scream. Suddenly he fell to the ground with a "gudong" and fell unconscious.
Browning, who was standing next to Robert Fisher, was stunned. He looked at Robert's lower body and suddenly felt for the first time that his cowardly godson was also powerful.
The office quickly became a mess.
Outside the door, a burly young man looked at this scene, with a strange smile on his lips, and then hurried in.
Robert Fisher woke up soon, but his speech and movements became very slow, and his eyes always seemed unfocused.
The doctor checked for a long time but couldn't find any problem, so he suggested that Robert drink more water...
The burly young man stayed until Robert told everyone in an extremely slow tone that he needed to rest, and then he said goodbye gracefully.
As soon as he left the building, he made a phone call with a slightly excited tone: "Hey Cobb, guess what? I have an idea!"
A steady voice came from the other end of the phone: "Eames, we are waiting for you at the workshop. Let's meet."
"Hey, you're so boring!" Ames laughed, "I couldn't wait to share the good news with you, but you did this to me."
Toot toot…
The call was hung up, and Eames shrugged, put away his cell phone, and started hailing a taxi.
chaos.
In the boundless chaos, there is no space, no time, nothing here.
He Xie closed his eyes tightly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and lay quietly in the chaos.
I don’t know what space it is, and I don’t know what time it is.
The horse is galloping.
And he was sitting on a horse, wearing armor and holding a long sword.
All around him, soldiers were everywhere shouting and running at the top of their lungs. On the steep slopes on both sides, arrows rained down, and dozens of fireballs rumbled down. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties.
He raised his head in confusion and saw a beauty in palace attire sitting in a carriage in front of him. She had a beautiful face, soft skin, and sad eyes.
"Xilulu!"
He suddenly reined in the horse and stopped. The horse stood up and was about to throw him off. However, he subconsciously used a hot energy in his body to firmly clamp the horse's body and push the horse down again.
This scene made the sad-looking beauty in the carriage raise her head and look at him.
His heart suddenly shook, and he felt that his mind was hazy, as if he wanted to think of something, but it was always blocked by a layer of fog.
who I am?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
"Protect the princess! Protect the princess!" an officer shouted loudly, swinging his sword with all his strength, cutting off the flying arrows, and was about to jump onto the carriage.
But the next moment, a sharp arrow penetrated his chest, and he knelt down unwillingly.
He raised his head and looked at the huge fireball rolling towards the carriage. He wanted to stand up, but fell to the ground.
He looked at the man sitting on the horse in a daze to one side, and suddenly roared: "General Meng!"
Immediately, he had a clever idea and came back to his senses.
General Meng?
Are you calling me?
boom!
The next moment, the fireball hit the rear end of the carriage hard, debris flew, and the silk curtains in the carriage immediately burned.
The horse pulling the cart was frightened and ran wildly.
He stared blankly as the beautiful lady in the carriage clung to the eaves of the carriage, walking away from him with panic and despair on her face.
"kill!"
A bad wind blows behind me.
He subconsciously turned around and swung the knife.
puff!
A head suddenly rose into the sky!
He stared blankly at the blood stains on the blade, then suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked the blade.