The old man in front of him could no longer tell his specific age, but in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, he was like a hanging lamp that might be extinguished at any time, with the breath of life flickering on and off.
If it weren't for the tubes stuck in his back that were forcibly keeping him alive, I'm afraid the old man in front of him would have passed away long ago.
What makes him feel strange is that, according to the ability of the trade union, there are no means.
Wanting to extend the life of an elderly person is just a trivial matter.
The simplest and crudest method is to directly inject harmless spiritual energy essence into the old man, and the next day he can get the old man out of bed and dance in the square.
With doubts, Ding Xiaoyi silently followed the old man's hand and sat on the chair beside the bed.
"Apples are a good thing. They are sweet and crisp. They can quench thirst, keep you full, and are nutritious. Everyone likes to eat them..."
The old man smiled and cut the apple into small halves and handed it to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi put it in his mouth and took a bite. It was indeed sweet and crispy.
Seeing this, the old man continued: "But there are only so many apples. Everyone has to eat them. Who doesn't have enough to eat? What should I do?"
Ding Xiaoyi knew that the old man was not referring to apples, but to profits.
This question is difficult to answer, because any answer can be correct, but you can also understand it to be wrong.
Seeing that he was silent, the old man put down the apple and slowly lay down.
"At the beginning, we created the Psychic Essence, which could quickly enhance spiritual power and end the initial chaotic and dark era, but we had big differences on how to distribute this thing.
Because in that unstable situation, we cannot allow too many people to have this kind of power, and we cannot allow too many people to have this kind of power.
In addition, the side effects of psychic energy essence were too great, so we proposed the third-generation human plan."
Ding Xiaoyi nodded, this plan will be successful in the long run.
My grandfather also mentioned in his diary that although the alliance has gone astray, it is not necessarily all wrong. At least it will not be like the Yi people, whose reproductive success rate is extremely low, and it is even almost impossible for pure blood to reproduce.
"The plan seems to be successful, but why continue to implement Project Moth?"
Ding Xiaoyi asked while chewing an apple.
"Because the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, we agreed to strengthen a group of people first. As a result, this group of people started to create clans, circles, and monopolies. Their family interests were tied to the entire alliance system. Isn't the Tong family a typical example!"
The old man was also helpless. The original intention of the plan was good, but it turned out to be too distorted during execution.
It's like a gardener who originally planted an orchard suddenly announced that only he can grow apples and no one else can grow apples.
Thinking of the Tong family, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think of what happened in the 13th District of the North, and how this boy Tong Chengze was so mad and unconscionable.
It's as if the entire alliance belongs to their Tong family. This is the drawback of the family's governance.
In addition to the Tong family, there is also the Houston family who was buried by his own hands, which is not to mention crazy.
Not to mention smuggling, it is not an exaggeration to say that the crime of Beauty Flower would tear the entire family apart.
"Do you really think that Mr. Wang likes his stupid son so much? He became a thorn in the side of all the major families after he raised this issue. His stupid son was just bewitched."
The old man of the Wang family just retreated as the tide went.
On the one hand, this will reduce his pressure, and on the other hand, it will keep the plan out of people's sight and make the family members relax.
The two had different political views, but their views on the Moth Project were surprisingly consistent.
So in the following decades, Project Moth has been slowly implemented.
Now it's time to close the net.
At this time, a full-body projector ejected from above the old man's hospital bed. Suddenly, as the projection illuminated it, a large number of battlefield scenes began to appear in front of him.
Ding Xiaoyi noticed that these scenes were not videos, but live broadcasts.
Every scene was obviously captured directly by a special secret camera.
In the picture, artillery fire continued, and the battle had reached a fever pitch.
In addition, a large number of disaster spirit masters entered the battlefield, destroying mountains and seas with every move, which was extremely terrifying.
At the same time, he also saw the picture of Cajifor and Sachs in the war room.
He could even clearly see every angry wrinkle on Sachs's face through the video screen in front of him.
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt horrified.
Even though he knew that the union had been influencing the war and even guiding the direction of the war.
But I never thought it would be so accurate.
"Child, are you confused as to what the last step of Project Moth is like?"
The old man took out a remote control with a red button from his sleeve and handed it to him.
"What's this??"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the handed remote control and asked.
The old man grinned, and his cloudy eyes revealed a biting cold light: "If you want peace, you must first nuclear peace. A weapon that has long been abandoned and banned. Thirteen [Dongfeng Express] are buried under this battlefield, and they are powerful enough to destroy disasters."
The power of a spiritually powerful person evaporates directly, even if he is at the dragon level, he will not be able to escape death."
"What!!"
Ding Xiaoyi felt nervous and almost threw the remote control in his hand, his expression flickering, although he had never heard of this kind of weapon.
But the confidence in the old man's eyes, and the slogan about nuclear peace he had seen in the corridor in front, made him have no doubt that the great consul was deceiving himself.
There are at least tens of thousands of people on this battlefield. Once you press this button, it is enough to make tens of thousands of people disappear in an instant.
Ding Xiaoyi had never thought of such a crazy thing, and immediately put the remote control on the table gently.
Then he looked at the old guy in front of him with a livid face: "This is the last step of the plan, it's over???"
The old man nodded and said seductively in a low voice: "Isn't it good? All those families with roosters and dogs will be wiped out. I can even let you be the chief consul. No one will object. You can build the era you want to build.
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It’s your time!”
"Neuropathy!"
Ding Xiaoyi had a cold face, sat down at the table, gently turned the ring on his hand and said coldly: "If this is the so-called final plan, then I'm sorry, our conversation is over. I have no interest in talking to the butcher of an era.
cooperate!"
"The butcher of the times!!"
The old man was very interested in this title and said thoughtfully, "This title is very appropriate."
As he spoke, the door in front of him slowly opened.
"Go ahead, Li Chuanhai and the others are right outside. They will discuss your conditions with you. As long as they are not too excessive, they will agree!"
Ding Xiaoyi did not move, but looked at the remote control on the table. After a moment, he smiled mischievously and said, "You won't secretly press it while I'm gone, will you?"
The old man pouted, picked up the remote control, put it in the drawer, spread his palms and said innocently: "The era is ours and yours, but in the end it is still yours."
This sentence is exactly the slogan under the portrait of the great man in the corridor.
Ding Xiaoyi grinned and felt relaxed immediately. He knew that he had passed the test.
Immediately stepped out of the room.
As the door closed again, the old man sitting on the bed involuntarily looked at the drawer at hand. After staring blankly for a moment, he reached out and pressed the bell next to the table.
Two figures shrouded in black robes quietly appeared beside the old man.
"Inform Master Jiu to finish it off!"
The black shadow nodded and immediately disappeared next to the old man again.
It wasn't until this moment that the old man really relaxed completely. This conversation had obviously consumed a lot of his energy.
Looking at the battle scene on the screen in front of him with cloudy eyes, he slowly raised his palm and placed it flat on his forehead.
His twitching eyelids struggled repeatedly, as if at this moment, his old friends were appearing next to him one by one, looking at him with a smile, completing the final handover.
As the dancing light on the monitor beside him gradually went out, the old man finally closed his eyes.
Ding Xiaoyi, who had just taken a few steps, suddenly paused and looked back at the closed room behind him.
"master!"
Wangcai wanted to say something, but Ding Xiaoyi signaled that he didn't need to say any more.
This was a test. He believed that the so-called [Dongfeng Express] definitely existed, but it was not on the battlefield, but under his feet.
If you press that button, you will probably die along with this place.
After all, a force that is completely independent of labor unions is full of too many variables on the cusp of this crisis.
If it were me, even if there was a 1% risk, I would never let it go easily.
Fortunately, my attitude has made everything clear.
The old man finally gave up the idea of preferring to kill by mistake, otherwise he would have no choice but to run away in a hurry.
However, this trial is not completely fruitless. At least I am no longer within the scope of the union for the time being. I believe that after the conclusion of this plan.
I can still take my children and my wife with me, walk on the streets openly, and enjoy the life that an ordinary person should enjoy.
This is what you really want.
When he reached the end of the road, Li Chuanhai and Zhou Qi were standing there waiting for him.
After seeing him come out, Li Chuanhai's eyes lit up, he walked forward with a smile and said: "How is it? The Grand Consul has already told you the answer. I'm surprised!"
Ding Xiaoyi saw Li Chuanhai's excited expression and couldn't help but sigh, it seemed that the old man was still in the dark.
Little did they know that the entire base, including them, had already returned from the hell gate.
So he nodded: "Almost, he asked me to talk to you about my conditions."
Li Chuanhai gradually became serious after hearing this: "Yes, let's talk about it, do you want money, power, or..."
Ding Xiaoyi raised his finger: "I don't want any, I just want a piece of land..."