The old man took the file bag and looked through it carefully for a few times. Mou Chongye noticed the old man's expression. He looked at the old man calmly at first, then raised his brows and showed surprise, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth. At the end, the old man suddenly frowned and showed regret on his face. Mou Chongye's heart skipped a beat and asked hurriedly: "Chief, what's wrong?"

"Didn't you read Xu Zhi's file?"

"I haven't had time to look at it..."

"Oh, take a look at this!" After the old man said that, he took out a hospital diagnosis from the file bag and said with some regret, "What a pity Xu Zhi!"

"Silk..." After seeing it, Mou Chongye took a breath, looked at the old man's expression and said, "God is jealous of talent!"

Almost at the same time, on Mount Olympus, which was covered with snow all year round, a clear eagle sounded, and a faint golden light and shadow flew out from the darkness in the distance. When we got closer, a golden eagle, several feet tall, showed its strong figure in the night. The golden eagle appeared, and thin golden light flashed everywhere in the snow-capped mountains. The golden eagle spread its wings and flew to the golden light. The outline of the temple was revealed in the flash. When the golden eagle fell into the outline of the temple, the golden light flashed in the night gradually disappeared.

An old voice was obscure at night: "God's choice, the Chinese monks seem to be sure to win!"

Gang Difan, who was also shrouded in night, took a piece of paper in his hand and walked hurriedly to a room. Before he could speak, a low voice came from it: "Mulle, what else is there to do so late?"

"Report to the Pope..." The priest named Mull stopped, first drew a cross on his forehead and chest with his hands, and then said respectfully, "There has been a riot in Nanwa Country, and more than 100,000 descendants of China have been affected..."

"Omnipotent Lord!" After Father Mull finished speaking briefly, the voice inside showed compassion, "Where the holy water cannot be cleansed, there will always be something that both people and Gods are angry. It is time to strengthen the power of the church in Nanwa Kingdom!"

"Yes, Lord Pope, we have prepared a statement. Please sign it and you can publish it!" Muller said respectfully, "However, there is another more important thing to report to the Lord. After receiving pictures of the riot in Nanwa Country, we received news from the Internet that the Chinese monks intervened in the domestic chaos in Nanwa..."

"Oh? How could China, which has always been following the rules, send monks to Nanwa Country? You're not wrong?"

"It's not wrong!" Mueller said hurriedly, "Now the photos of Chinese monks are full of photos on the Internet, but these monks are wearing masks. They only know what kind of gods are from China. As for who it is, China has not made a clear statement..."

"Well, it should not be the actions of the Chinese family! They cherish their feathers very much and never let people catch a handle. Even we have just received news about the riot in the Nanwa Kingdom. It is even more impossible for them to know about it in advance. It should have been encountered by some disciples of the aristocratic families? Need to pay attention to..."

"We don't want to pay attention..." Muller smiled bitterly, "but according to the latest news, the Chinese monks have killed nearly 100,000 Nanwa people..."

"What?? Ten...100,000?" Even as the pope, the people inside couldn't help but exclaim, "You're not wrong, are you? One hundred thousand ordinary people?? Do you know how many people the German army killed in Poland during World War II? Do you know how many atomic bombs the United States dropped in Japan died?"

While speaking, an old man in papal costume pushed the door out of the room, and the old man's face was extremely shocked.

"Pope!" Mueller hurriedly bowed and said, "I have confirmed this number repeatedly. I can guarantee that this number is only what we can know at present. There are riots at several places in Nanwa state-owned Shihua, Lan Mian, Gangju, Banglan, Luoshu and Shuishu. The monks of the Chinese country have just left Shihua and went to Lan Mian. If nothing unexpected happens, this number will continue to expand..."

"Where is the President of Nanwa Country? Where is their army!"

"The President of Nanwa Kingdom participated in foreign affairs activities in Equatorial Guinea, and several senior military generals participated in military exercises in the Pacific..."

"Oh..." the old man sighed, took the paper from Mueller's hand, and said while looking, "Stop talking nonsense, hold an emergency meeting!"

The Rockies in North America are just over twilight, and stars appear in the night sky. A mountain range is surrounded by radars that are slowly rotating towards the sky. Each radar rotates at a different frequency, and the signals received by each radar are transmitted to the peaks through thick cables.

At this time, a trace of red light flashed on the forehead of a one-meter-sized mechanical rat, slipping down from the mountain peak. The mechanical rat's limbs cooperated tacitly and fell from the mountain peak like walking on the flat ground. Suddenly, the mechanical rat stopped. But among the rocks, a python with a fist thickness suddenly stood up, and there were five-color spots on the body of the python. The snake in the python's mouth said "swooshing", and a pair of black eyes were embedded on the head of the python like gems.

The mechanical mouse's eyes flashed red, and waves emerged from the tip of its nose. Looking at the python again, he was on guard for a moment, then shaking his head and wandering away from the mechanical mouse, while the mechanical mouse quickly climbed down the foothills again.

Below the foothills is a huge building complex surrounded by steel wire mesh. When the mechanical rat slips to the steel wire mesh, the steel wire mesh emits an "Cha" arc. The mechanical rat ignores the arc and rushes in. The "Wow" sounds like flowing water. The arc falls on the mechanical rat. The mechanical rat begins to decompose, first into blocks, then turns into particles, and finally decomposes into bits of broken fireflies...

In an official residence in Equatorial Guinea, Nanwa President Su Tuola was discussing something with a black official with a smile. Although the two of them were not in language, the two translators followed by sentences and felt a little sweaty on their foreheads, but the fat Su Tuola and the thin black officials seemed to be able to understand each other. They were all focused and smiled from time to time.

As he was talking, there were rapid footsteps outside the room. A thin black official walked over quickly with a file bag in his hand. The official arrived at the door and knocked on the door. The black official looked up and smiled at Su Tuola, "Your Excellency President, your ambassador seems to be looking for you in urgent need!"

It seemed that the translation was not enough to be spoken. Su Tuola smiled slightly, took out of his concentration, turned to look at the door, and asked, "Su Hu, what are you worried about reporting? Didn't you see that I was talking to Mr. Mei Shu about national economy and people's livelihood?"
Chapter completed!