Jean Of Bright City 13

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The two-storey log cabin, with a wicker chair and wooden table in the doorway, Witt walked over and he sat down.

"I think it's too difficult. For a span of 100 years, I don't want to hurt my spirits. Jean said that after the research was over, a strange thing happened."

Jean sat in the corridor beside the cabin, staring at Witt.

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Hurry down and look for information. Are you going to a meeting later?"

Witt shook his head, grabbed two bottles of wine from under the table, and threw a bottle to Jean.

"It doesn't matter whether you open it or not, so tell you Jean, don't continue to investigate. The closer you are to the past, the more likely you will be used by the enemy to publish some of the past. After all, it is not a commendable thing. "

Jean snorted coldly.

"Why don't you wait for me to come back."

"Who knows if you died outside, after all, you came back more than a year later, where did you go?"

Jean shook his head and pressed his head.

"I have already said that I had no memory for a period of time, for eight months, when I woke up, next to the punishment of Tianpu, a small move, the impact is far-reaching, now Didn’t the rioters return the revenge of the dead because of everything you did in the past!"

Witt took a sip of wine and laughed.

"We don’t want to, but you also know the situation at that time, everything is very tense, the fertility rate is low, infectious diseases are spreading, food is chronically scarce, and although there are still many resources, it needs manpower. How many **** conflicts have occurred in the year? In order to survive, the conflicts have erupted since the ancient time of this planet. The longevity of human life can alleviate many problems. In fact, we are doing what is right, some People are born pioneers, and some are paving stones. Although it is true that human life is now prolonging and the population is exploding, and the existing resources are about to be drained, but today’s prosperity is not easy to come. God, everything that should be borne is the future of mankind. Now we only need to go step by step. Today, the secretary of your department is in big trouble again. You still...

"Witt, do you consider me an idiot?"

Jean lit a cigarette and stared at Witt squintingly. Witt scratched his head.

"Since you know it, there is no way. Did the fat little boy give you a small report!"

Jean bit the cigarette holder angrily and stopped in the air as the ashes fell.

"I said don’t take me as an idiot, you think the situation is under your control, but in fact the situation is far beyond your control, Witt, you guys have not changed from before to now, I really want to see What color is your heart."

The bottle in Witt's hand cracked, everything around him shook, the gravel on the ground began to float, and a deep blue particle floated in the air.

The ease on Witt's face disappeared. The moment he twisted his neck to get up, Jean had turned around, and his extremely angry cheek and a fist wrapped in blue light hit Witt's cheek.

boom

Witt fell into the mud with one foot facing, everything around him instantly turned into black dust, a loud bang, the ground sunk, and the whole wooden house was missing a large piece.

Witt squeezed Jean's wrist in one hand, and his cheeks were completely recessed, and orange particles were flying around his craze.

"Are you satisfied, Jean, I said a long time ago, what people need is a bright future, not a dark past, because people like this can move forward as long as they see the light, and move forward without turning back, Those flames ignited in the dark only need to be extinguished. It’s no big deal. We did transform people’s technology, and we deliberately let it go.”

Witt stared at Jean coldly, and the land around them was squashed a little, and the area of ​​depression gradually expanded.

"This approach is very correct, because the biochemical transformation technology was still in the research stage at that time, and there was an accident. Continue to advance the mechanization process in the sun will make the now stable city in an embarrassing situation, so those who call themselves fighters The guys are the best choice, no matter what they are doing in secret, it is illegal and wrong. We only need to wait until the time is ripe, crush them, and then we can naturally get everything they have painstakingly studied and perfected. Noah’s child still doesn’t seem to explain it to you in depth. We have already practiced this method many times, and you have repeatedly crushed all the rioters with your own hands and maintained order. In a desperate situation, tremendous power can erupt, no matter whether it's a vile approach or a violation of human relations. We are gods. What we want to protect is the city that is our people. You tell me, Gene, you these During the year, my hands were contaminated with the blood of countless people and stepped on the bodies of countless people. How is it different from our practice? There is no right or wrong practice. If you want to see the future, you can only look up and look forward."

Jean lowered his head, the smoke in his mouth was extinguished, his fists creaked, and orange and blue particles were still colliding.

"Even so, everything you do is the one upside down!"

Jean's eyes widened, and his body suddenly turned horizontally, kicking one foot towards Witt, and a hint of panic appeared in Witt's eyes, holding his left hand to block it.

With a loud bang, Witt grabbed Jean's fist, pulling Jean and flew back together.

Wit's hand was pressed down by Jean's foot a little bit in the air. With a loud bang, Wit let go of his hand, and the whole person fell towards the ground.In an instant, everything around him was crushed. His clothes had been shredded to pieces of cloth. He lay quietly on the ground and looked at the jean who suddenly struck down after turning around in the air like a blue comet. Came to Witt.

Wit got up and squatted on the ground, his hands clenched Jean's fist, and there was a burst of smoke around the two of them, and the air constantly made a fierce friction.

"Answer me, Jean, no matter what you do, the city is still alive. What are you gestating in the sun? You are no longer a child. What did we see when we survived? Have you forgotten?"

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