Demon Change the Earth

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Sometimes, landslides and ground cracks may start from the collapse of a small pebble.

Ma Liang and Hu Zhenzhen were already a small group of people standing at the apex of the pyramid, feeling the impending upheaval, but they didn't know where this little stone was and what it was.

London, National Museum.

Claude Adam Antoinette walked out of the west gate of the museum, saw that the steps were still full of broken wine bottles, unburned protest banners, and various suspicious garbage stains, etc., covered his mouth and nose in disgust, and lowered his head , walked quickly.

The square outside the museum was left in a mess after the clashes between the protesters and the bailiff. Several broken oil barrels were burning, and a group of homeless men gathered around the fire to keep warm. One of the homeless men threw something into the oil barrel, "Boom !" With a sound, the wood and flames exploded, and the broken oil barrels reached the height of each person, causing the homeless people around to scream and dodge one after another.

Haha's wild laughter sounded, and the homeless people near the other oil barrels laughed as if no one was there, their greasy and stained faces were full of madness and bewilderment.

Claude shook his head, tightened his windbreaker, and strode away against the howling cold wind.

As soon as they walked out of the square, a few children in ragged clothes walked up to them. They were wearing clothes found in an unknown garbage dump, begging along the way, and kept saying to the people in a hurry: "OK, okay, we've been there for three days." I didn't eat anything.

At this time, the clanging diesel bus came into the station with black smoke. Claude quickly avoided his two dirty hands, pressed down the brim of his hat, and boarded.

There were very few passengers in the carriage. He sat down on a window seat, hugged a black briefcase tightly, and let out a long breath.

Behind him, two strong black men came up, one of them had a long scar on his face, and his slender eyes flashed fiercely. When he saw Claude, their eyes met, they suddenly smiled ferociously, and leaned on him come over.

The bus driver did not dare to start the vehicle, and other passengers hurriedly looked out the window.

"You are Claude Adam Antoinette!?"

The black man with a scarred face sat in front of Claude, with a small part of his thick body hanging out of the seat, staring at Claude and asking maliciously.

"it's me!"

Claude was not afraid, but quietly hugged the purse and said lightly.

"I heard that you rejected Father Merck, so you are very courageous?"

Claude smiled and said, "I don't do illegal things."

Scarface was noncommittal, just took out a silver pistol, wiped it slowly with a handkerchief, "What does Father Merck want you to do?"

"Nothing!?" Claude shrugged his shoulders, "He just took a fancy to a certain collection in the museum, but unfortunately, I can't do that."

"Oh!", the scarred face casually turned the gun, pointed frivolously at the center of Claude's eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Now, I have the same request, do you want to do it or not!"

"Sorry! I don't do illegal things!"

"Crack!"

Scarface opened the insurance, and asked again, "What about now?"

The atmosphere in the car was extremely tense, a lady sitting in the back row was almost crying with fright, and another black companion was staring at her deliberately, and kept sticking out his hips and making obscene movements.

Claude had no doubts. Once the other party heard that he refused the opportunity to pull the trigger, he was silent, and gently opened the zipper of the briefcase, and took out a black thing with silver edges.

Scar's face was still cruel like a cat playing with a mouse for a second, but his face changed drastically in the next second, and he was stunned when he saw the things that Claude took out.

"roll!"

It's hard to imagine how a gentleman like Claude could have such a large lung capacity. The sound of "Get out" is like a muffled thunder, and it's like the roar of a beast in a closed space!

"I'm so sorry, I, I'm going to get out, get out!"

Two strong black men rolled and crawled to escape from the carriage,

Claude took a few deep breaths and calmed down successfully.

He knocked on the back of the seat in front of him politely, and said to the stunned driver, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

"Ah, oh, oh!"

The driver hastily ignited the engine, and the specially modified engine roared and spewed out thick black smoke before rushing out of the station.

Claude breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the briefcase, leaned his head against the glass window, and looked out the window absentmindedly.

The streets are full of idle people.

In the cold wind, all kinds of paper, debris, and tattered cloths flew around.

Some shops seem to have been burned, with traces of smoke and fire.

Some doors and windows were gone, and the inside was a mess after being vandalized and looted.

Graffiti and slogans are everywhere on the outer wall of the store.

...

All of these, he turned a blind eye, eyes empty, unfocused.

"Please, may I ask..."

A nice female voice appeared beside her.

This is a blonde girl in her twenties. She has some light freckles on her face, but her face and facial features are perfect. She looks like she is of Eastern European descent, and her eyebrows are more three-dimensional than Claude.

"...Are you a sequencer?"

Hearing the word sequencer, Claude seemed to wake up from a dream, looked up at the beautiful blonde, and shook his head.

"Sir, don't deny it. I saw your badge just now. The mark of McToe Dawson Company?"

Claude frowned, "How could the Sequencer appear in Queens?"

"Pretending to be a sequencer is a "big crime". You just used the ability of the religious order."

"I'm not!" Claude tightened his windbreaker, ignored the girl, and leaned his head against the window, with a sleepwalking expression again.

Later, while waiting for the bus to pull in, Claude ignored her!

When he got out of the car and walked towards a tall building complex, the blonde also rushed down and shouted at his back: "Please, I need your help, I can give you everything Please, please!"

The voice behind him ranged from high-pitched to whimpering, and Claude was unmoved. When he got into a long alley, the female voice behind him finally disappeared.

A medieval Gothic building was his destination.

There are many similar buildings in Paris, but this one is located in the dirty and chaotic Queens, so there are few people.

Claude didn't go through the main entrance, but walked into a narrow alley, endured the filth and stench everywhere, and knocked on a small wooden door.

A minute later, the wooden door opened a gap with a creak, and a pair of cold eyes appeared in the darkness behind the gap.

"Have you brought anything?"

asked a dry, hoarse voice.

Claude nodded and patted the purse.

Only then did the wooden door open, and behind it was a gray-haired man in his thirties.

Claude walked in with his briefcase in his arms.

The dark corridor was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. The light outside the door seemed to be completely blocked by something mysterious. The door closed with a creak, and there was a slight whistling sound, and oil lamps were lit on both sides of the corridor.

"Welcome, future disruptor!"

The white-haired man whispered in his ear with a strange smile.