Chapter 1003 If You Have Something to Say, Say It Nicely

"The glory of the Utopia?"

Yegor sighed softly after hearing this, and his expression became subtly weird.

It's exactly what Russell said.

Even more than seventy years after the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, the world is still built on the foundation laid by the former Utopia. The three major blockades are still properly maintained, and the plans left over from the past are being implemented in an orderly manner under the control of the Bureau and the Survival Institute. Do it slowly.

Even the most arrogant person cannot deny that this was the most dazzling essence of the Astronomical Society, a romantic soul that was almost miraculous in this cruel world.

No matter how long time has passed and how many changes have occurred, the imprint of the Utopia still exists in the bones of the present.

But what Russell wants to express at this moment is "glow" or "shadow"?

If this was the response, this great gift would definitely make many people laugh from ear to ear.

But why does it feel like...something's not quite right?

Dull toothache.

Just like that joke that was widely circulated on the Internet in Dongxia, the Romans buried an engineer in an oil-paper bag buried in the sewer. When the sewer was clogged, he would dig out the oil-paper bag and let him go down and clear it a few times.

It can be seen that the spirit of craftsmanship is so terrible, you Dongxia people are not good at it.

After all, who would have expected that the last family had just produced a pair of fours, and Russell would immediately throw the king into a trap?

This is not how this card is played!

Do you understand the rules?

But no one could refuse this generous gift that exceeded expectations.

Likewise, the warnings hidden behind the scenes cannot be ignored.

There is a heavy haze beneath this glow.

For those who not long ago were harping on the idea of ​​a lineage threat to the Kingdom of Heaven at meetings, this was a hard and swift slap in the face.

All they have to do is slap their faces back and forth in front of the live cameras all over the world.

For more than seventy years, you guys have been doing nothing but sewing and running around in circles and holding meetings non-stop. What else have you done? Do you really think that everyone is thinking about the few eggs in your basket?

What do you think is an ideal country?

What your command bureaus dare not do, we, the Utopia, will do. If your command bureaus dare not poke, we, the Utopia, will poke at them. If your command bureaus dare not flirt with the rulers, we, the Utopia, will hook them up! We can raise five or six fish tanks that your command bureau dare not raise!

This is the Utopia, is it clear enough?

But after Russell's face was so swollen, he had to squeeze out a smile and praise: Good fight, thank you dad, dad is so generous, dad is so good!

As for René? Who? Seeing as his neck is so long and he's not wearing a tie, he must be a slut, deliberately tempting you to poke him with a pen... Why are you still standing there, apologize to Uncle Russell!

"You must have done it on purpose."

Yegor shook his head and sighed.

"Huh? What?"

Russell smiled innocently, as if he didn't understand what you were talking about.

Just drink tea.

And Yegor's eyes twitched slightly, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart: This old bastard!

Since Russell came to London more than a week ago, he has attracted countless attentions and triggered countless vigilances.

No one knows at this juncture what this old guy is doing in running to London non-stop after cheating the Golden Dawn.

But who of us is not afraid?

But after being nervous for a long time, he did nothing.

I have been here for so long, and every day I just go round and round, visiting relatives and friends, sitting together with old friends in the decision-making room, old acquaintances on the overhead floor, representatives of the Survival Institute, and representatives of the five major genealogies, drinking tea, chatting, playing cards and smoking cigars.

It's almost like I'm on vacation.

Other than that, there was no action at all.

Just hold a handful of Wang Zhao, not impulsive, and wait silently.

He waited until the command bureau needed him most, then stabbed René in the throat, directly creating an opportunity to meet alone with the highest level of the command bureau.

Even this was brought to the door by Yegor himself...

Thinking of this, Yegor couldn't control his blood pressure.

That guy René is really miserable, worse than a squealing chicken, worse than an unlucky bear. This old bastard is worried about having no place to open his business. Why did he just bump into the muzzle of Russell's gun?

As a result, this wave of events directly caused him to cooperate with his students inside and outside, and a wave of flowers blossomed in London and Yingzhou.

I might have to apologize if I turn around.

The decision-making room had to applaud from the sidelines.

Forget it, you'd better ask for happiness...

"To be honest, you made me a little dizzy, please slow down."

Yegor raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, feeling that the heat and energy brought by the espresso were no longer enough for his brain. After thinking deeply for a long time, he took a deep breath and said bluntly: "This matter is too important. I can't give you any guarantee. I hope you won't bluff..."

Snapped!

A briefcase was placed on the table in front of him.

Yegor was stunned.

Russell raised his hand and motioned for him to open it.

In the brief silence, Yegor raised his hand and pressed the buckle. In an instant, the briefcase opened smoothly, and the old documents and even more than 40 keys inside were displayed directly in front of Yegor.

Grass!

Yegor was so frightened that his heart almost stopped. He closed the box suddenly and looked around.

Those who didn’t know better thought Russell was paying bribes!

"You just put such an important thing in a broken box and put it on the ground?" Yegor lost his voice.

"Otherwise? Do we need to set up a ranking to offer sacrifices?"

Russell waved his hand and said without any nostalgia: "Take it, this is yours. Whether it is true or false, you can verify it yourself. I hope you can use it properly."

Yegor didn't say anything. He took out his cell phone and raised the security level of the entire London to the highest level with the fastest movement in his life. Then he pulled all the fifth-level ascendants who could be mobilized here as quickly as possible.

The remaining ten seconds were almost long enough to make him sweat.

He was afraid that a ruler would suddenly jump out and take the box away in front of him.

It wasn't until dozens of blazing flames fell from the sky, and a huge shadow emerged from the void, sealing off the entire square, ensuring the situation, and taking the box away with the highest level of security, that Yegor breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned back in the chair and shook his head tiredly.

"You have tricked the bureau again, Russell."

"What do you mean by setting up a dish?" Russell glanced at him while holding the tea cup: "You still have to say thank you to me."

"..."

Yegor didn't want to talk anymore.

No one can deny that this is a contribution and gift that belongs to the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven.

After all, before this, no one knew the deeper existence of Hell Outpost. Even within the Utopia, it was a secret among the administrators of the Book of Destiny...

If Russell doesn’t say anything, who knows?

Even if he doesn't take it out, who can do anything to him?

But the wealth left behind by the Utopia will become less if you use it a little.

If it is done well, the existence of Hell Outpost should bring hundreds of times more benefits and advantages to Heavenly Lineage than it does now, unlike now, where Russell didn't ask for anything and just gave it away.

He knew clearly that the lion would open its mouth and ask for such exaggerated conditions, but the commanding bureau would pinch its nose and nod.

"Thanks."

After a moment of silence, Yegor sincerely promised: "I will try my best to give the Heavenly Lineage the compensation it deserves."

"Well, the secretary-general's thank you sounds much more comfortable than others." Russell nodded and praised unceremoniously, "As for compensation, I hope the more the merrier, I won't be polite."

"To this day, I still can't believe it."

Yegor said: "This is not like your style."

According to Russell's original style of maximizing all interests, never taking any losses, and investing a hundred times the profit, he would never have played such an important card of the outpost system so easily.

If it can be done secretly and independently, it will definitely become his strong opponent when it comes to the president election.

Unlike now, almost most of the credit is given to the governing bureau.

"It shows that people always change, doesn't it?"

Russell replied nonchalantly: "They are not my private property, they are relics left by my predecessors. It would be a real betrayal to treat them with selfish desires.

The current power of the Heavenly Kingdom pedigree is not enough to use it, so it doesn't matter if it is handed over to the governing bureau.

What is built with the power of the present situation should belong to the present situation. As long as its operation can be guaranteed and it can be effective, it doesn't matter who uses it. "

He thought for a moment and laughed: "A few days ago, I learned a truth from my students - past achievements may be good, but the future is what is truly important."

"Yes, there is nothing better than the future."

Yegor sighed with emotion and ordered a rare glass of whiskey: "Then, here's to the future."

"Yeah, the future."

The two raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

This meeting ended in such an unexpected way.

After the two finally decided on some details, all that was left was the busy preparation work and the formulation of further plans. Unconsciously, the workload seemed to have increased dramatically.

Yegor sighed melancholy and waved to the waiter, "Pay the bill."

"Ah, let me do it."

Russell reached out enthusiastically and took the pen from his hand, but he couldn't pull it out after a while.

He pulled it out again, only to find that Yegor's palm was like an iron pincer.

Holding on to the signature pen tightly.

Refuses to let go.

"..."

Russell looked up and saw Yegor's stunned expression, his small eyes filled with great vigilance and shock - what do you want to do? !

"Don't be impulsive, Russell." Yegor advised earnestly: "Let's talk carefully if we have anything to say."

"..."

In the silence, Russell reluctantly let go of his hand: "Forget it, you better do it."

It's only been a few days, has Rene's PTSD already spread from person to person?

The people in your command bureau have some brain problems...

"In short, the following plot is the scene in the decision-making room meeting. Teacher, I smiled crookedly, shook my tiger body, and exuded the aura of domineering, and then the group of old people bowed their heads and worshiped me.

Specifically, it was very cool, very cool. Even the part where Rene bowed and apologized, I had someone record it in high definition so that you can learn from it later. "

On the phone, Russell sighed quietly: "Young people, pretending to be cool is still tactless and unsatisfactory. You still have to rely on the elderly to show up at critical moments."

Huai Shi only felt that the old bastard had a tantrum on his face, and interrupted him angrily: "Let's talk about something, okay? So, the job you gave me was to let me join in this startup plan. , leading a team alone to reactivate an outpost?"

"That's the case in name." Russell nodded, "And when the time comes, the governing bureau will also regard you as the chief hero and main representative for key publicity."

Huai Shi felt that something was not right when he heard it, and couldn't help but frown slightly: "What about actually?"

"Actually, of course it's up to me to let them die."

Russell calmly smoked a cigar and replied: "No one really thinks that I will give it to you for free, right? The tools of our heavenly pedigree... well, they are such talented people, when did it become their turn to do things in vain?

Just let them help you attract the firepower from hell this time. After we emerge from the situation, we can play our own game. "

He paused and said seriously: "There are more important tasks for you to complete."

"I knew it."

Huai Shi sighed. Before she could accuse this old bastard of his black heart, he heard a voice on the phone: "Also, teacher, I already have an idea about your advancement."

A thousand chapters is outrageous! I have never written a book of this length before, and the more I write, the more pressure I get.

Woohoo, I hope I can get things sorted out by the end of the month...