Earth Destruction Plan

?? The second district of the country, pre-Earth-era southern Europe, a small town named Orlesti west of the Romanian capital Bucharest, surrounded on three sides by mountains and facing the Orte River to the east, is a secluded, secluded, paradise-like location .

The car drove across the European-style stone bridge across the Oort River, and then over a low grass hill. A lush woods appeared in front of us. Surrounded by the woods, a clean white-painted farmhouse came into view.

Obviously, the farmer is a person who loves cleanliness. He also paved the corridor with broken pebbles. On the left and right sides of the main house, a garage and a barn were built. A simple stable was built on the right side of the barn with a red horse tied to it. The brown steed leaned against the wall with a wooden fork.

Bruce and a few of his men jumped from a large seven-seater pickup truck. The weather here is still very cold. Everyone is wearing thick cotton coats and leather gloves, looking aggressive.

In order not to appear so abrupt, Bruce arranged for a few people to stand in a row in front of the car, bow their heads politely, and then walked up the gravel path on foot, walked to the front of the farmhouse, and straightened his own. The clothes, lightly tapped the brass bell on the porch.

"Dingling!" The copper bell beats happily, making a crisp sound. Then there was the sound of heavy leather boots hitting the ground inside the door. Someone answered the door from a distance and walked out quickly.

The door opened, and an old black face appeared on the steps, looking at the strange visitor with his black nostrils. Both faces showed unexpected expressions. Obviously, strangers are not frequent here, and Bruce said The strange thing is that there are such pure blacks in southern European small towns. They generally like to go to East Asia or America to find a way out, don't they?

The dark-skinned owner is obviously old, and his hair is all white, which makes his head look like briquettes with a layer of snow, his broad nose spit out heavy alcohol, and a pair of bright eyes show awkwardness. The spirit of the people is studying the coming people steadily.

"Are you...?" he asked in standard English.

"Oh! My name is Bruce, I'm a worker. I take the liberty to ask, are you Mr. Ron?" Bruce hurriedly bowed, showing his respect.

"Yes, I'm Ron..." The old man Ron glanced at the row of guys dressed like workers in the distance, opened the door of his house, and said politely, let's all come in, it's quite cold outside. .

Bruce led a few people into the living room. The room was warmer. A pile of firewood was burning in the fireplace. The wooden floor was very old. When he walked up, it creaked. There was a large sofa in the living room. Covered with some hand-knitted decorations, in this era, all this is like a scene that would only appear in retro movies.

"Please sit down!" Old man Ron gave in politely, then rubbed his big hands twice, and said as if he suddenly remembered something, oh, tea? Or coffee?

Bruce nodded politely: "Hot tea is just fine, thank you!"

Old man Ron turned and walked into the kitchen cubicle, and started to tidy up. After a few minutes, he came out with a big tea tray and put it on the coffee table: "Why don't you sit down? Please sit down. ?"

Bruce looked embarrassedly at the mud spots and stains on his body that had been rushing around for the past few days, and said apologetically that it would be fine for us to stand.

"It's okay! Don't be so obsessed!" The old man Ron smiled, pulling Bruce to sit down as if he didn't care at all, and then smiled honestly as if he had fulfilled a wish.

"You guys are here..." Ron asked again.

"Hmm..." Bruce had just sent a sip of hot tea into his mouth and swallowed hurriedly, "We came to meet the leader, in fact, she called us!"

"The leader?" Ron was taken aback, "but we are a farm here, there is no leader!"

"Ah..." Bruce looked at the men who were looking at each other behind the sofa. "No?"

"No!" Ron put the tea cup on the table affirmatively. "There are only me and my elderly wife, and my youngest granddaughter. She has gone to school. In fact, she is only eighteen years old. It may be the leader you are looking for!"

Bruce was a little dazed. In fact, he hadn't seen the true face of the leader. The "Morning Light" organization was an ID in a virtual world since its establishment. In that era, countless resistance organizations were born, and most of them were wiped out by the land. , Only Chenguang was able to survive due to the full virtualization of the teachings. No one really knows what kind of person the leader is. Even he, the current leader of the Chenguang organization with the highest position other than the leader, does not know.

A few days ago, the leader suddenly used encrypted information to send him an order on the virtual network to find an item that was cleaned up after the reconstruction of the head of state of the country. This is the meeting today. He expected that this thing must be It is extremely important, otherwise the leader will not show up easily.

"Can I have the honor to meet your wife?" Bruce asked carefully, "I think she probably knows a lot!"

Ron's eyebrows raised: "Ha, an old woman? Yes, but I think you will still be disappointed. She hasn't been out for decades. You know, let her go out to town. It’s hard for me to wear a floral dress!"

Under the guidance of the old Ron, Bruce followed him to the second floor, far away from the bedroom, and the old Ron began to shout, old lady, wake up, a friend is coming to see you!

The bedroom on the second floor was dark, with only one bedside lamp on. Under the insinuation of the orange light, a skinny woman leaned on the bedside, wearing floral pajamas, with thin hands. Holding a paper book and reading it, these days, paper books can only be found in museums~www.readwn.com~ This deepens Bruce’s suspicion, everything here is very retro, very Out of the ordinary.

The difference that convinced him the most was that the old woman was not a black person, but a standard Asian. Although she was thin and seriously ill, her hair was meticulously combed, neatly pulled behind her ears, and the corners of both eyes were drooping. When she came down, she was still a little glamorous, like the bouquet of flowers placed on the bedside table. When she was young, she must have been a beautiful girl.

"Oh, is Bruce you? We finally met..." Without waiting for him to speak, the old woman greeted him first, making Old Ron also startled. Her wife actually knew these people. .

"Boss!" Bruce didn't know how to express his excitement for a while. He took two steps and walked forward, standing at the foot of the bed, holding his left shoulder with his right hand, bowing his head in salute, "Respected leader, our spirit Leader, may the Lord bless you!"

"Oh, hehe, good, good, come and sit down..." The old woman pointed to the white-painted stool in front of the bed. Bruce walked over in fear, leaned forward and sat down, and took a closer look at the largest resistance organization on earth "Chen Guang" The organizer and founder of "", an old Asian woman, with delicate eyes, she is still extraordinary even when she is old, she smiles slightly, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes are stacked high, and on the smooth nose, there is a light. The gray mole appeared under the shadow of the lamp...