I Built the Ancient Organization of Salvation

　　The balcony door was pushed open, Thiago hid his right hand behind him, walked in slightly sideways, his muscles tensed, as if he was about to shoot at any time.

　　"I'm here, what's the purpose, say it quickly!" Thiago's eyes were cold, like a wild beast peeping at people in the jungle.

　　Rachel, who has always been a well-behaved little follower, couldn't help it, and she stopped talking: "At least show some respect, what is in front of you is great..."

　　Tang You raised his hand to stop.. 0

　　Rachel was still unhappy, because of the purpose of the Holy Shield, she never thought of making ordinary people more respectful, but she could not accept the former mentor and great president in her mind, to be treated so rudely.

　　Tang You turned to look at the two of them: "As the email said, I appreciate your actions. The money is donated to you for free."

　　"With this property, your embarrassing economic situation will be reversed, and the shaken people's hearts will be united again. After a few years or even ten years of perseverance, the situation in De Janeiro may be slightly improved."

　　Thiago's eyes flashed: "What do you mean?"

　　Tang You stood up slowly. In the eyes of the two of them, this was obviously just an ordinary get up, but in terms of mental perception, it seemed as if they saw a majestic mountain rising from the ground.

　　The terrifying aura of the sky and the earth caused the two to instinctively retreat in horror, and Pedro even stumbled on the bed and fell on the bed.

　　"This is your future path, but I want you to know another possibility, the most real possibility!"

　　Tang You's words were like a mighty thunder, circling and spreading on the lofty mountains, filling the minds of the two of Thiago, making the world seem to be the only sound left.

　　"When your career has just picked up, a terrible disaster will come!"

　　The two of Thiago were shocked to find that they were already in the air, and the hometown of de Janeiro, where poverty and wealth were mixed, was at their feet.

　　The huge winged monster broke through the clouds and descended, stomping on a high-rise building with its claws, and then stretched out its head and roared, flapping its wings, and a terrifying air wave surged away, and the city was instantly reduced to ruins as if it was hit by a nuclear explosion.

　　The airborne missile swept past, but only a few tiny sparks exploded on its body.

　　With another wave of the wings, several fighter planes suddenly fell in flames.

　　The army was defeated, the civilians were slaughtered...

　　It is as if the monsters in mythology came to the world, destroyed everything, and wanted to reshape the world.

　　The two of Thiago had already froze in place, and at this moment, the amazing picture they saw was like a curtain folded and settled, and the dilapidated hotel room came into view again.

　　No mountains, no monsters, no apocalyptic visions.

　　Tang You stood at 5.3 in front of the two of them, and said solemnly and solemnly: "This is the real future!"

　　But in the subsequent utterances, the sound of 0 became more and more passionate:

　　"Is it to take these golds to continue your equally admirable, but doomed cause that will be destroyed in vain, or join us to save the world!"

　　When it came to the last sentence, the volume of the words and the emotions in them were both extremely high, which made Rachel beside her so excited that she shuddered.

　　But after the peak of high 0, it is a sudden fall of peace:

　　"Everything... is up to you to choose."

　　Putting a note in Thiago's hand, Tang You looked at the two with a deep meaning: "If you are not afraid to sacrifice for the world, then contact us through this phone."

　　After speaking, with Rachel, who was even more excited than the two, pushed the door and left.

　　Thiago, who stayed in the room, was holding the note, dumbfounded, unable to return to his senses for a long time...

　　……

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Chapter 127

　　The setting sun gradually entered the sea, and the red clouds in the distance filled the sky.

　　The neatly stacked gold bars looked brighter in the dimly lit room.

　　Thiago and Pedro sat on the old sofa with holes, clenched their fists and propped their chins, and their straight eyes seemed to fall on the gold bars and the sunset outside the window.

　　The afterglow plated a layer of blush like chicken blood on the faces of the two who were sitting still like sculptures.

　　"Tiago, what should we...what should we do?"

　　Pedro's voice was still dry, and a series of events today shattered his worldview.

　　The end of mankind, the invasion of monsters, this should have been the content of Hollywood special effects blockbusters, but now some people say that all this is about to happen.

　　But the two of them couldn't say "you fart", because the other party is obviously not an ordinary person, and they don't make a special trip to deceive them.

　　That's why they are so hard to accept.

　　What's wrong with this world?

　　In the face of Pedro's inquiry, Thiago did not speak, obviously full of entanglement in his heart.

　　From purely rational logic, if human beings are about to face a disaster, they must give priority to solving the disaster, otherwise everything will be 0% off, not to mention saving their own country.

　　But the real world is not an ideal model. There will always be other factors, doubts, hesitations, situations... It is difficult for people to fully earn it.

　　For example, as the founder and spiritual leader of the de Janeiro vigilantes, if Thiago suddenly wants to join the organization that the mysterious man belongs to, what should he do with a bunch of old brothers?

　　Join together?Whether people want to or not or not.

　　It's almost like a tangle of threads that are played with by cats.

　　……

　　Layer after layer of waves crashed against the beaches of Copacabana.

　　In the wet sea breeze, in the dim orange-red afterglow, people in swimsuits held life buoys and went back in twos and threes with a smile.

　　Another child begged his family to wait and let him and his friends play volleyball for a while.

　　Tang You and Rachel walked on the beach together, leaving a long series of footprints.

　　Rachel's half-length hair, one-third shaved and two-thirds hanging to the left, is blowing in the sea breeze:

　　"President, you said... will they join?"

　　Hearing this, Tang You didn't answer, but put his hands behind his back at will, like a traveler looking at the scenery, and asked softly:

　　"I can feel that you actually care about them very much. You don't want them to offend me, and you don't want them to lose this opportunity. Can you tell me why?"

　　Rachel lowered her head slightly and raised her head just after a while, with a sigh in her eyes:

　　"Actually, my hometown, Mexico, is very similar to the football kingdom. The same is full of gangsters, and the same drug dealers are everywhere. It's just... we are worse there."

　　"When I first went out to university and saw the outside world, I also had the idea of ​​changing my country and changed my major for it."

　　Speaking of which, the wheat-skinned girl smiled unconsciously and turned her head to look at Tang You: "President, do you know what major I am studying in university?"

　　Tang You thought that although the girl was a boxer, the other party said so, obviously it would not be a related major, and looking at the configuration of the Albert Expedition team, it seemed that there was a lack of a team doctor, so he guessed:

　　"medicine?"

　　Rachel smiled even happier, as if the great president in her mind couldn't do things, and she felt that the distance was getting closer and it became more real:

　　"It's international relations, minor in law, double master's degree."

　　She was clearly smiling, but after she finished speaking, her expression became lonely, looking at the sea that was gradually darkening due to the sinking sun, with a kind of sadness in her eyes.

　　Tang You really did not expect that Rachel, a girl with a strong focus on force, was actually the one with the highest education among all the members of the Holy Shield.

　　Even a strong woman like Li Ranna only has a master's degree.

　　"After graduating from college, I returned to Mexico, first entered the public sector to train myself, and planned to participate in the election."

　　"I joined the like-minded sect and set a goal for myself to become a senior leader of a state within ten years and eradicate the disease."

　　"In fact, in my last public career, the sectarian I assisted was successfully elected mayor of Temisco."

　　With recollection, Rachel recounted her violent past experiences, but soon, her tone changed sharply:

　　"However, 12 hours after she was inaugurated, her car was blown to smithereens because of the public announcement of a drug ban."

　　"I assisted another person again. He also became the mayor of the mayor. After declaring the ban on drugs, he persisted for a week, escaped multiple assassinations, and was finally shot and killed by a drug dealer on the way to pick up his daughter."

　　Having said that, Rachel's eyes were closed, and she took a deep breath before opening them.

　　"The death of the two closest comrades in arms completely broke me. I found it painfully that, after making so much effort, I might as well just rush into the drug dealer's den and knock down the maggot-like leader with one punch."

　　"I am cowardly... I chose to give up, follow my former alumni, and search the world for historical sites, thinking that I can forget the ideal that I abandoned."

　　The sun has completely subsided into the sea, and there is only a ray of light left between the sky and the earth. Flocks of seagulls fly by, and the quiet darkness gradually covers the earth.

　　Turning her head to look, Rachel had turned into a shadowy outline in this dim darkness, blurred, only a pair of eyes were exceptionally bright.

　　"Maybe it's the same illness... Thiago and the others are stronger than me, so I don't want them to miss this opportunity."

　　Facing Rachel's bright eyes, Tang You tilted his head to look at Monte Cristo in the distance.

　　The statue of Christ that has been lit up with open arms is facing the beach, high-rise buildings and private residences that stretch for more than ten kilometers, and behind the statue, there are slums all over the mountains.

　　Tang You remembered the sentence "Xiaodouzi" in the movie "City of God": "I believe in God, not because of his omnipotence, but because of his absence."

　　Having seen the materials of Thiago and the others, and after listening to Rachel's experience, thinking of this sentence again at this moment, Tang You's long-standing but unsystematic beliefs melted together at this moment.

　　His whole person is suddenly enlightened, and the essence of his soul is growing rapidly. Perhaps there will be a small breakthrough in the near future.

　　"There has never been a savior, nor an immortal emperor."

　　"To create the happiness of mankind, it is all up to us!"

　　The world-famous lyrics reverberated in his mind.

　　The world is so mysterious, Tang You has changed the beliefs and lives of the members of the Holy Shield, and these members of the Holy Shield are also making his beliefs stronger!

　　Rachel saw that the silent shadow of the president was like the Andes Mountains that stood forever, quiet and distant.

　　She suddenly realized that she and the others have only lived for twenty or thirty years, and there are already so many unbearable things. What is in the heart of the ancient extraordinary who has experienced the changes of time like the president?

　　Thinking of this, Rachel suddenly felt moved and sad.

　　When the members of the Divine Shield encounter problems, they always think of the president, but when the president encounters a problem, who should he ask for help?

　　Carrying the hope of human beings and shouldering the heavy responsibility of entrusting the sky, when facing the dusk like this, what kind of pressure is there in his lonely back?

　　Even so, the president still treats everyone so peacefully...