Chapter 1446 Acceleration

The meeting was a success.

At least in Huaishi's opinion it was a success.

Although some people were dissatisfied with the results, and some expressed strong opposition, in the end, everyone was like the grandparents who came to attend the neighborhood committee owners' meeting, mumbling something, and then carrying the complimentary 'mineral water' and 'eggs' left.

Even Huai Shi was a little surprised.

incredible.

He miscalculated.

From the perspective of saving others by oneself, if he were Solomon, he would definitely ambush eight hundred swordsmen and axemen here, and then wait for you guys to gather together, break the cup as a signal, and then all the swordsmen and axemen would come out and kill the whole group. The concert hall was surrounded by people. They raised their knives and chopped their opponents into mincemeat without any trace of fat left on them...

Or, other institutions and organizations with ulterior motives want to completely wipe out the overhead institutions that are now rapidly rising in importance with a thunderous force.

As a result, Solomon stood still?

Although there were troublemakers, in the final analysis, they had no impact on Ai Qing's plan.

The existence of a third party is itself a distant goal.

After using Solomon's information as bait and gathering all the representatives in one place, Ai Qing didn't think about how to shake her body and make everyone bow down.

You know, the authority of an overhead organization is itself a double-edged sword. No one likes to feel that they are being controlled by others. All Ai Qing needs is to provide herself with a chance to shake hands and talk with others.

As long as there is something to talk about, everything will be easy to talk about.

Besides, no one would refuse her terms.

What she gave was only one way out.

A seemingly free escape route.

Under the strong pressure of other organizations, those institutions that are unable to protect themselves, or departments that have been severely weakened, when they are unable to maintain their own ideas and camps, they will find that they have another choice before withdrawing.

Another seemingly good option.

But in fact, if by that time, when faced with this choice, there will be no choice. In order to avoid exiting the game, under the bleak situation, the other party no longer has any leverage to negotiate terms.

It is not just a small group of people who are interested. I am afraid that when they leave today, most people will list joining an alliance with an overhead organization as an option...

There are threats from Solomon outside and pressure from powerful departments such as the General Office of the General Administration, the Current Resources Management Committee, the Financial Bureau, and the Bureau of Justice. They also urgently need more bargaining chips.

This is not a trick, but a conspiracy.

Even though most people knew in their hearts that her plan would once again disrupt the situation that was gradually becoming clearer, they were still helpless.

The intelligence and authority from Ai Qing ensure the attractiveness of the alliance, while Huai Shi's force ensures the safety and stability of the alliance.

According to the original plan, at the end of the meeting tonight, there will be a fight to prove one's own strength... Unfortunately, the most important supporting role and opponent did not appear.

This can't help but make Huai Shi a little regretful.

Itchy hands.

At this moment, after watching the last representative of the participant leave the square, Huai Shi couldn't help but yawn and stretched his waist.

The clock struck midnight.

"The first day is over."

He sighed with emotion. He didn't expect it to be so calm in the end. He turned back to Giselle and said, "It's time to call Francis out from the organ. It's rare for old friends to meet and we can just have a late night snack together."

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen humming a song.

"Here comes the chicken soup~"

In the restaurant, Huai Shi walked in with a steaming soup basin.

After the other participants left, the tension ceased and the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere was restored, which was reassuring.

But, I just sat down and picked up the chopsticks.

Before he could urge everyone to eat quickly, Huai Shi's movements faltered slightly.

"Um?"

He frowned, vaguely aware that something was wrong, and looked around.

Lucien was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed something was wrong.

Only Wu Cheng, Francisco and Giselle were still at a loss. Then, they finally felt the touch that emerged from the deepest part of their souls.

And, what echoes itself in the distance.

So clear.

It's like opening the window facing the seaside, and the sound of the tide gradually becomes clearer.

A hallucinatory sound.

"What's this?"

Giselle looked at her heart, and the essence rose involuntarily, turning into wisps of ethereal and illusory light bands like auroras, extending into the void above her head.

In other words, there is something extremely distant that is connected to me.

The sound was so clear.

Not only Giselle, but soon Francisco, Wu Cheng and even Ai Qing also had cable-like bands of source matter light appearing on their bodies...

Only Huai Shi remained frozen in place.

He tightly controls his soul and does not allow the essence to escape his control.

His face turned red.

The flames in his eyes burned, becoming more and more dazzling.

His soul actually wanted to break free from his control, as if it was instinctive to respond to the call from afar.

It's like a tug of war.

But what was competing with him was not the source of the call, but himself.

Until the end, he could no longer control his power, and the essence exploded, like an invisible storm, with anger, sadness, virtue, pain, resentment and hatred popping up one after another...

And a few rays of phantom light spread from his hands, continuing with the sound in the distance.

At that moment, Huaishi saw it in a trance.

The dazzling craze of the Silver Sea is coming towards you!

It's not just here.

At this moment, within the realm of London, in the sandbox of the regeneration project, every participant feels the vibration from the Silver Sea.

Under the call of the hallucinatory tide, this connection becomes closer and closer, closer than ever before!

Cyan, silvery white, red, orange, indigo, deep purple...

"Hey, everyone, come and see!"

Francisco, who was near the window, turned around and shouted to the crowd.

Just outside the window, above the sky, the colorful and dancing light almost filled the entire night sky and rolled up.

It can be seen that the green color on their bodies is flowing meanderingly among them, but more of them are other colors. The most eye-catching one is the scarlet red that spreads violently, surges and brews like burning!

Like blood and fire!

The interlacing of various colors vaguely outlines the surging tide and the reflection of the silver sea.

However, the pedestrians on the street seemed to be unaware and walked calmly.

No one has ever been attracted to such a situation.

"What the hell?"

Huaishi murmured softly.

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At 1:05 in the morning, the sharp ringing of the phone came from the lounge.

Yegor woke up from the dream he had just begun.

He had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, I seemed to have said something to someone, and I was so angry and miserable that I couldn't help myself. When I woke up, it was difficult to tell whether this frightening feeling came from a dream or reality.

"Hey, this is Yegor."

The tired man picked up the phone and asked, "What's the matter?"

But within a few seconds, he jumped up from the sofa as if he was electrocuted. It was unbelievable.

"What did you say?"

"The assertion phase has begun, sir."

The notification from the Silent Ones made Yegor sweat profusely.

"What's going on?" Yegor restrained his confusion and anger and almost asked: "Why so early?! Has it entered the middle stage now?"

The essence of the regeneration plan is to use the entire London as a sandbox to reduce the power of the Silver Sea.

Based on the opinions represented by the participants, it resonates and the souls of all mankind are invested in this huge calculation, prediction and thinking.

Even at this moment, the surging thoughts in the Silver Sea are still rising and falling, like a storm, and the storm of thinking composed of the souls of all mankind is continuing uninterrupted.

Observe everything, read everything, and finally, consider everything.

Once the signs of [claim manifesting] appear, it means that the regeneration plan has entered the mid-to-late stage. After the souls and destiny of the participants are deeply bound to the Silver Sea, it has triggered a change in the ideological trends in the Silver Sea.

In the past, situations often occurred when the situation was clear, or when one party had a decisive advantage.

And then comes the brutal part of advocating lowering and weight trade-offs.

In the last regeneration plan, by the time this stage was reached, half of the participants and institutions had already withdrawn, and five different alliances had formed, all joining together... and four full days had passed!

The Silent One replied regretfully: "There is currently no concrete evidence to prove that the regeneration plan has entered the middle and late stages, and we cannot judge what this sign is."

"Can't the Silent Ones read it?" Yegor asked.

"We are defenders, but not managers. Even the silent ones are still as small as dust to the Silver Sea, Mr. Yegor."

The Silent One replied: "You should know the essence of chaos computing."

Yegor was silent.

The 'Chaos Operation' called the Regeneration Plan is a closed law framework that creates a grand order for the entire Silver Sea and engages the souls of all mankind in thinking and making decisions for the same purpose.

All of London is its vehicle.

Everyone involved is part of it.

But at the same time, the governing bureau at this time has also been put into measurement. While they are maintaining operations, they are already in the mountains and cannot discern the whole picture.

Once the regeneration plan starts, it cannot be opened again until it ends. To be precise, once it is opened, all previous preparations will be in vain and will lead to no results.

Even the pilot meeting has completely cut off contact with the outside world and will no longer respond to any messages.

Beyond space, time and causal fate, its contents cannot be observed, and a closed black box has been formed.

The mass of the Silver Sea itself will be like the gravity of a black hole, blocking all observations from the outside world.

The governing bureau is unable to detect inside, or is suspended.

On the contrary, they must ensure that the entire operation will not be disturbed by any interference, even if the interference comes from themselves.

But now, where are the variables?

"What about the inference?"

Yegor asked: "I need an analysis from the Silent Ones Agency."

"The stimulation of an abnormal state, an unknown situation that has never happened caused the calculation to deviate from the track, or the completion progress is rapidly increasing..." The silent person replied: "It is all possible."

"What's the most likely one?" Yegor asked.

"Pilot meeting."

The Silent One said: "They chose to speed up."

Yegor was silent.

"I think the command bureau should start making preparations. You know, there are no shortage of unexpected precedents in the dozens of regeneration plans in history..."

The Silent One bluntly reminded: "There is not much time left for us."

"I see."

Yegor hung up the phone.

In silence, he looked at the pale ceiling of the lounge.

Just like countless times before.

I had the urge to die.

Perhaps, those seniors who died in the regeneration plan were the real winners. It would be better to integrate into the Silver Sea as the foundation of order than to suffer...

Occasionally, no, I should say often, such thoughts appear in my mind.

Making him sigh silently.

Finally, I picked up the phone.

"Hey, this is Yegor, yes, that's it, try to do it within an hour. I will go there now, yes, make arrangements."

After hanging up the phone, he counted down silently.

five four three two one.

There was a knock on the door.

"Sir, the car is ready."

"I'll come right away."

He opened his eyes and pushed his body up.

No longer tired, he stood up and walked into the vast night full of energy.

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Under the same night sky, five minutes before the sovereignty appeared.

In the closed quiet room, there was only violent breathing.

On the electric chair, the man covered in blood was twitching violently.

Behind him, the colonel stretched out his hand and pressed his temples. Then, his empty pupils were raised. Under the dual operation of soul reading and veritaserum, the last psychological defense was defeated.

The Secret Service agent fell unconscious.

Then, his lips opened and closed, making a hoarse sound.

"Office of the Central Decision-making Office, Maxime Sanogo; Legislative Bureau, Adrian Hamilton; Justice Bureau, Camila Nolina; Prosecution Bureau, Park Shin-taek; Current Situation Resource Management Committee, Chen Zheng; Abyss Development Bureau, Wu Cheng... alternate member of the overhead agency Ai Qing..."

The names and identities of all participants in the regeneration plan, those investigators who only belong to the pilot committee, and agents from various agencies were revealed.

And right next to him, the man who stood solemnly completed the record in silence.

After confirming three times again, the colonel slowly let go of his hand, let out a long breath, and panted violently.

Even if the technical department's help allowed him to bypass the brain-medullary verification device, being able to read the brain of a member of the Secrecy Administration is itself a risky matter.

"General?"

The colonel looked up at the man sitting on the chair by the door.

Solomon was silent, looking at the eternal night outside the window. After hearing this, he looked away, took the information from the recorder's hand, and nodded slightly.

"Very good." He said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The colonel stood upright without speaking, waiting for orders.

"Are you still alive?"

The general looked at the prisoner on the electric chair.

The medical soldier squatted on the ground and looked at the readings on the instrument: "Traumatic shock, collapse of consciousness, trauma to the soul, and signs of dispersion of the source material."

"Can you hear me?"

Solomon bent down slightly and looked straight into those empty eyes. His pupils trembled slightly, trying hard to focus, but he couldn't find the focus.

"You did your best, like a real man."

Solomon patted him on the shoulder and told him: "Have a good rest, your war is over."

The medic injected him with first-aid medicine, dialed the hospital's emergency number, and turned to leave.

And just outside the abandoned building, Solomon raised his head and looked at the vast and magnificent aurora.

On his body, a color as bright as fire and as scarlet as blood rose into the sky.

Taking up half of the night sky.

It lit up his smile.

"Did you see that, everyone?"

He turned around and looked behind him, "The world is watching us."

In the silence, no one responded, only a pair of eyes that were also lingering in scarlet.

Looking at him feverishly.

In his dying illness, he sat up in shock and gritted his teeth to endure the next watch.