City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

The independent private clubhouse is shrouded in dense dark clouds.

Every floor and every inch of space is monitored by three parties of the Roma Club.

Sealed conference room

‘Dong-dong-dong...dong-dong...'

The door was suddenly knocked.

After a voice saying 'come in', a blond woman wearing professional formal attire appeared in front of three middle-aged white men.

She walked up to Herbert Gerner, the senior overseer of the Freemasonry, glanced at the two of them, then bowed, whispered something in Herbert's ear.

The two members of the Club of Rome and the Skull and Bones Society looked at each other, with a rational and indifferent gaze deep in their smiling eyes.

They could see it, but they didn't know what kind of news the senior supervisor of the Freemasonry had heard. His expression condensed and his face showed solemnity.

Timely.

Outside the door, there were knocks on the door again.

Vice President Dennis Meadows and Alfonso Taft, their secretaries, also walked in one after another, each reporting the news about 'Ye Yuan'

…

Secretaries leave again

"Ye Yuan broke into Yangcheng University and destroyed a relevant historical document..."

Denis Meadows of the Roma Club pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said

"Six thousand years ago, the ruins located on the 'west bank' of the ancient Yangcheng Sea..."

Herbert Gerner, the senior supervisor of the Freemasonry, frowned and said in a deep voice.

"‘3 surviving clay tablets..."

Alfonso Taft of Skull and Bones, said

…

Yangcheng.

Wearing a hood, Ye Yuan leaned against a wall, standing in the shadow of the mottled wall...

He raised his head quickly.

A pair of deep black and white eyes fixedly stared at the dark clouds hanging over the city.

Ye Yuan stretched out his hand toward the sky, his round fingertips trembling lightly.

It seemed that the threads in front of me were moving... These threads stretched far into the distance and fell behind the three beings!

Ye Yuan only moved his fingers, and the vibrations were reflected on the other side.

He looked at the steps on the path and smiled

‘Path's unfathomable calculation ability can be called the true way of heaven...

Ye Yuan, standing in a city.

Just treating yourself as a pebble thrown into the water can attract the eyes that fall on it and achieve your own goals...

This is also 'manipulation', a kind of manipulation beyond anyone's imagination.’！

…

‘On February 5, 2021, at 15:28:19 pm, Herbert Gurner took hints and told the story of the West Bank…’

‘On the same day, at 15:28:35 PM, Herbert Gerner, the Grand Overseer of Freemasonry, emphasized the number 3…’

‘On the same day, at 15:29:07 in the afternoon,...'

One step at a time, precise and cold.

Driven by it, the three top executives of the Club of Rome, the Freemasons, and the Skull and Bones Society of America unknowingly accepted the hint, and continued to change the red ' Forbidden words are spoken.

According to the calculations in the path, if the three people are disordered and describe them with different words, they will not be captured by the artificial intelligence programs behind their respective backgrounds.

…

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yuan, like a drop of water, quietly blended into the city again.

After the intentional exposure of Yangcheng University's"archaeological research emails and materials".

Ye Yuan could feel that under the sky from Yangcheng, tentacles from all directions were approaching him at a faster speed.

This is what 'path' counts as an important move.

Think of yourself as the source of countless leads.

Fleeing in the city, one message after another, one after another, one is constantly being captured

…

"Ye Yuan's method is to be good at guiding’…"

"This time, unless his presence behind the scenes appears…"

"The invitation from the Manichaean 'elder' is really interesting…"

…

Herbert Gurner and his three brothers described the rules of"red forbidden words" in different ways. There is a"word" mixed in every other sentence; there is also a"word" mixed in the language after every additional sentence. with a 'word'; and Denis Meadows of the Roma Club received the most subtle hint. Every time a 'word' appeared in his words, he would unconsciously push up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

…

The chips guided into the bodies of the three people continuously transmitted information about what happened around them back to the supercomputers at their respective headquarters.

Europe's ancient Rome, a huge base beneath the ground.

The heart of the headquarters.

The top supercomputer in the shadow world seems to have captured something...

The dense codes are making waves...

A silent vigilance is happening!

Washington, United States, Skull and Bones underground base.

The Pacific region, a seemingly ordinary island, the core base of Masonic computing

…

A square screen.

In the language of the three people, keywords were constantly extracted and combined into a message

‘31.19, 121.54’

‘Patriarchal Documents of the Elders of Zion…’

‘Guide reproduction, create...'

In different bases, the phantoms of artificial intelligence are projected out. On the screen behind them, according to the rules, the words pieced together flash with a red light.’！

"beep!"

"beep!"

"beep!"

The solemn siren sounded.

"The top secret is suspected to be leaked!"

"Article 8 of the Code has been followed, the arbitration meeting has been skipped, and the obliteration order has been issued!"

Cold electronic sound, reporting

……

Yangcheng, a single-family club.

After the conversation ended, and following their respective instructions behind the scenes, the three senior executives who reached a consensus stood up and prepared to leave without any further delay.

But at this moment, something frightening and shocking happened suddenly!

Only seen.

Herbert Gerner's three-person top security team, fully armed, broke into the conference room at the same time.

The black muzzles of the guns were aimed at no one else...

Herbert Gerner, a tall man in a black coat with short brown hair, opened his eyes suddenly, not knowing what was going on.

Dennis Meadows, deputy director of the Rome Club, looked at his security captain, and what he saw was indeed a face without any expression.

Alfonso Taft raised his hands above his head and shouted:"I want to see the president!"