Throne of Shadows

From the moment he learned that he was promoted to the front line and became the secretary-general in one step, the young Caucasian guy discovered for the first time that his belief in the Lord is so devout.

Soraka Tailong stood on the podium with a gloomy expression. In fact, he knew better than anyone else that Xiaopang was dead, and his son would never come back.That kind of natural disaster, nothing survives.Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, typhoon tornadoes, chaotic mudslides, landslides, whether it is people or things, the possibility of survival is very low, so low that it breaks my heart just thinking about it.

However, if you say a thousand words and ten thousand, there is no one just in case.

In case Xiaopang is alive, in case...

just in case……

The new secretary-general stood there feeling uneasy, and it felt wrong to place his two hands holding the document.

The entire battleship is commanded by Soraka Talon.In this day and age, they are actually relying on such a battleship, a space battleship that was supposed to fly in space, but is now shallow in the deep sea.

Food and water are easy to solve in the deep sea.

Few people want to go to land. Although it feels good to have feet on the ground, the land is not safe.The dread of longing, landing, is just a dream.

"How many reconnaissance planes came back?" Soraka Tailong asked suddenly.

"Three fights." The completely subconscious answer was extremely fluent, and the back of the white boy was drenched after answering.

Soraka Tailong turned his head in surprise, his brows were slightly frowned, and he didn't understand how this frightened waste could answer so quickly.

In order to confirm the accuracy of the information, Soraka Tailong pointed at the control console: "Tell me in detail."

"Yes." It may be that the subconscious reaction just now gave the Caucasian guy some experience. Although his hands and feet were still shaking, he answered unexpectedly fluently: "Report to the consul, five batches were dispatched, four in each batch, a total of twenty However, only one and two came back in the first two times. The others all crashed due to accidents, and human factors cannot be ruled out.”

"That's it..."

The finger that hit the tabletop paused in the air, and it took a long time before it fell again, this time it fell particularly hard.

Soraka Tailong stared at the console with a blank expression. On the clean and tidy table was a clock with a photo on it. On it were two soldiers standing one behind the other.The one in front is me, and the one behind is a female secretary-general, who is also my woman.Since she left, it seems that he has never found a woman again.Even because of the start of using the male secretary to speak far away in the battleship, but who can understand himself?

Dear baby, I'm sorry, the little fat man you left for me is gone.

The eye circles turned red, Soraka Tailong closed his eyes tightly, tightly, tightly, and the warm liquid overflowed little by little.

The white guy stared blankly at the man in front of him. In the eyes of their low-level people, Soraka Tailong had always been a high-ranking king.He is majestic, ruthless, murderous, and a formidable executioner.But why is the man crying in front of his eyes different from what they imagined before?

It turns out that great people also cry, and great people also grieve.

The white guy suddenly remembered Soraka Tailong's instructions when he just reported for duty: "Other aspects remain the same, but don't touch this clock."

The clock is very old, it is an electronic clock from a long time ago, the kind with numbers in the middle of the three needles on the disc, this kind of thing is actually worthless, and it can be found in any abandoned city.Honestly, it's not worth much.Moreover, the white boy once felt that this thing was not worthy of Soraka's identity.

Big men should wear gold belts and silver, eat well and drink hot.If you have something to do as a secretary, if you have nothing to do as a secretary.

These are all the wild thoughts of the white guy and his colleagues when they were working at the bottom.

Now that I really get in touch, the white guy understands that the big shots are not much different from them, and even more tiring than them.A big man has many things to consider and more things to be responsible for.Although the food that the consul ate came from Xiaozao, it was not as rich as imagined.As for wine, I only drank occasionally.Of course, these things are high-quality goods, they will never eat or think of them.

jealous?No, the white guy is not jealous at all, he can't do what the consul does, and even just thinking about it gives him a headache.

As much ability as a person has, he can serve as big a bowl.The white boy's mother told him vaguely in his ears.

The white guy didn't understand before, but now he understands a little bit.

Being a consul is really not easy, he can't even cry, maybe he should take this job seriously.

"Order, charge the level-[-] death beam cannon, launch on time at twelve o'clock. Target, the island ahead." Soraka Tailong would not know how much his red and swollen eye circles and a few hot tears would affect the Secretary-General beside him. Now I just want this damn island to be buried with my son.

Pray!Garbage, there are still two hours, if my son does not come back, you all go to accompany him.

Life and death fight each other, even if you die without regret.

A battle, hearty and dripping.Dongchen realized that he had never felt so happy before.

Yes, it is cool.

Chop, chop again, chop to death.

The azure blue and dark red energy streams passed one by one, and Dong Chen's figure shuttled through the heavy rain and rushed forward in the strong wind.

kill!

Live for war, die for war!kill!kill!

Madman, this is a real madman, a complete madman.

In fact, until now, no matter whether it was Suffrige or Arthur Hebrew, they all clearly understood that this boy whom he both looked down upon was a real lunatic.But fortunately, the target of the lunatic is not them, but... that puppy.

Canglang was very depressed. As Dongchen's main target, his head was buzzing and he felt dizzy.If it wasn't for the full moon today, he would have died long ago. As for the recovery of the wolf clan?

After a while, the lunatic in front of him didn't know what kind of weird energy was used, which not only made his blood boil, but also had a strange chill.As long as it is touched, the whole person will feel an unreal trance.Moreover, the wounds on the body did not heal at all.

Fierce and violent, the sword light that kills the world, combined with the extremely arrogant arrogance.Today's Dongchen has unknowingly become the enemy's confidant.

The beauty incarnated by Jasmine stood aside holding a gun. She had maintained this posture for a long time. Gu Pan sighed and raised his brows slightly: "The crazy guy in front of me is really that trash from before?"

Smart slashing, insolent domineering, and extremely sharp swordsmanship.

Longinus suddenly realized that perhaps it was because of this that Jasmine had a good impression of the man in front of him.But she is a ghost, and this is a love that is doomed.Moreover, Jasmine could not come back now.In order to maximize her power, she gave up on herself in return for destroying the Guardian Star General.

"What a cute fool, no wonder King Arthur is interested in you. If it were me, I'm afraid I would... Forget it, now, let's run through your obsession together."