Movie Savior

   Chapter 230 Prison Express (12, 4K please subscribe duck)

   drove up and stopped at the door of his house and lengthened Lincoln, and Jackson rushed to the mansion of his boss, the oligarch Yuri.

  Today is the day when Yuri's family goes out for an outing.

  Occasionally, when he stopped and waited for the street lights on the road, he also remembered what his ex-wife had just said—

   He can ignore himself, but not his two children.

   "Okay, I'll try to mention it later..."

   With a plan in mind, Jackson was back on the road.

   Soon he arrived at Yuri's mansion.

   Looking at this mansion, Jackson's heart was mixed for a while.

   Now the rationing system is generally implemented around the world, everyone can obtain the basic materials needed for their own survival from the official, the market economy basically does not exist, and many assets have also been confiscated.

   But this does not mean that the various interest groups that originally existed will collapse like this. Some people can still maintain a high level of life by relying on the assets they handed in and their past contacts.

   Yuri is undoubtedly such a person.

  Although he no longer has the splendor of spending money before, but through his connections, assets he has turned over, and interest alliances formed with others, this oligarch still has a large share of ration even in North America, and he still enjoys luxury houses and luxury cars.

   While other civilians don’t have to worry about starving to death, they still need a job to get more of their ration share.

   This is one of the reasons why this society can still maintain its basic operation, and it is also the main reason why Jackson is still a driver.

   Otherwise, where would he have alcohol to get a hangover?

   to the place.

   Lengthened Lincoln turned around at the mansion door.

   Yuri's twin sons were already waiting for him at the door at this time. Seeing Jackson's arrival, he began to complain about his late arrival with a bad look on his face.

  Jackson got down to pick up the luggage for the two of them and got into the car, and made a simple apology. Then Yuri and his lover also walked out of the mansion, looking preoccupied.

   Yuri didn't say much about Jackson's late arrival, and got into the car with a blank expression.

   In silence, the vehicle set off.

   Along the way, Jackson has been observing Yuri's face, not wanting to miss any opportunity to interject.

   It's just that Yuri's face was as black as ink, and he was in a bad mood at a glance...

   Just as Jackson was racking his brains to create a topic, Yuri's cell phone suddenly rang, and the fat man couldn't wait to pick it up.

  Through the rearview mirror, Jackson even observed that Yuri's face was full of apprehension and anticipation, as if he would know the weight of the exam results in a second.

   However, Jackson soon learned that his boss had a bad grade...

  Because Yuri's face disappeared less than two seconds after he answered the phone, and all the anticipation on his face disappeared.

   "I really can't think of any more? I still have money, no, I mean I still have a lot of rations on hand, which can be exchanged."

   "Hey, old friend, what I know is just a few tickets. It's not difficult for you, and you must have some connections in the Mutual Rescue Club branch..."

   "Just be accommodating. I will remember your help to me for a lifetime. I don't want to wait any longer. Why don't I go back to China? Just kidding, will I have a good end if I go back now?"

   Yuri spoke English with a Russian accent, his tone getting softer.

   Jackson only understood at this time why his boss was in such a bad mood today.

   Obviously, Yuri also wants to get on the time-space train and leave this dangerous world ahead of time, but his face seems to be useless.

   When he guessed that the oligarchic boss who seemed to have great powers couldn't get a ticket, Jackson couldn't help sighing in his heart.

   Well, the mission given by his ex-wife has failed.

  The car continued to drive, and Yuri continued to call and answer the phone, all of which were related to the space-time ticket, while his lover and two sons were also staring at him.

   The whole family is eager to hear good news.

   It's just that from Yuri's increasingly tired and low-pitched tone, Jackson can guess that this matter must be hopeless.

   His family's hope of hitching a ride is gone.

   But Jackson is not without gains.

   At least he knows that it is not only his boss who is dealing with the ticket, but anyone with a little energy on the whole earth is now trying their best to get a relationship.

   It's just that these people got the same result as Yuri.

   Forget about the ticket, they didn't even touch the door of the Mutual Rescue Association.

   is also a consolation.

   Looking at Yuri in the rearview mirror, Jackson resisted the urge to whistle.

  …

  Because of this incident, Yuri's family was not very interested in outings. They went out in the morning and came back in the afternoon.

   The car stopped outside the gate again.

  Jackson just got out of the car and was going to open the door for Yuri, when he found a strange car behind him.

   "Who is that?" As soon as this thought occurred, Jackson saw that the car had a prominent sign on it—

The national flag of   , as well as the "mutual" character flag unique to the Mutual Rescue Association.

   He reacted immediately.

   This is the car of the North American Mutual Rescue Branch.

   Those who came down from above also wore badges on their chests and wore the club's standard clothing.

   A young white man stepped forward with a smile on his face: "Is this Mr. Yuri's house? We are a special agent from the North American Mutual Rescue Branch. We have good news to tell him."

  Jackson's eyes subconsciously looked at Yuri.

   His boss's relationship has worked out?

   Yuri was also confused about the arrival of the branch staff, but he was overjoyed immediately, realizing that this was an opportunity, and hurriedly asked the people in the other party's car to rest in the house.

   "No no no, we're not going in, we're just here to send you a notice."

   "What notice?" Yuri's accent was heavily Russian.

The commissioner    handed Yuri a few pieces of rectangular hard paper, which were written in both Chinese and English: "This is a space-time ticket, I think you should know what it is, after all, you are looking for it everywhere..."

   Looking at the ticket in front of him, Yuri's breathing became rapid, and a burst of red blood appeared on his face, like a big drunk bear.

After a long time, he gasped and asked, "How can I get this ticket, what do you want?"

   The commissioner still had a smile on his face.

"We don't need anything special, you can take it directly, but these tickets are negotiated by our North American chapter, and they have a short validity period, so if you want to get on the bus, you have to do it as soon as possible, tomorrow may be the last Expired.

   Also, as a reminder, the nearest international flight is at eleven tonight…”

  Wow!

   As soon as the Special Commissioner finished speaking, Yuri stretched out his big hand and snatched all the tickets from the other party's hand.

   "We're leaving right now!"

   Yuriti slipped up his two children and hurriedly led them into the house to pack up.

   And the special commissioner was still smiling and watching from behind, like a fox with a successful plan.

Jackson next to    had no idea what was going on.

  Why is his boss able to get the ticket all of a sudden?

   After thinking for a long time, Jackson also approached the commissioner:

   "Excuse me, I also want that kind of ticket..."

   The special commissioner immediately understood his purpose and was ready to check his identity: "Who are you?"

   "I..." Jackson was about to say who he was, but he stopped as soon as he uttered a syllable.

  These tickets are obviously not for ordinary people.

   If he said he was a driver, wouldn't the ghost ignore him?

  Thinking of this, Jackson immediately changed his words: "I'm a writer..."

   He is still thinking about how to introduce it next, for example, about his masterpieces whose names no one can remember, will this be more hopeful?

   However, the commissioner's reaction was more intense than Jackson had imagined, and the young white man gave him a surprised look: "Writer?!"

   "Yes, writer!" Jackson straightened up subconsciously, trying to keep himself straight.

   After looking at him, the commissioner took another look at Yuri's mansion in front of him, and looked at the other people in his car—

  A writer appeared in Yuri's mansion, and he must have had a close relationship with Yuri. Maybe it was the writers who were responsible for brainwashing the civilians.

   The commissioner nodded, and quickly took out a few more tickets from his pocket, and said with a smile, "Take your whole family with you, the flight at 11 o'clock tonight..."

   "Thank you, thank you!" Jackson didn't expect things to go so smoothly. Seeing that the ticket in his hand was already blooming, he hurriedly took out the phone to contact his ex-wife, but he didn't even notice the special commissioner's meaningful smile.

   After a few hours.

   Carrying the two families and countless other celebrities, the international flights of the financial giants took off from various airports and went straight to the other side of the ocean.

   It just makes Yuri a little strange that some people on the same plane as them seem a little reluctant?

  …

at the same time.

  Zhang Tianyuan was talking with Zhou Lao.

"When these people come, just put them under house arrest, and find an excuse. For example, there were illegal operations in the previous negotiation process of the North American branch, or the procedure was wrong, and I ordered them to stop, and let them stay in the room quietly. You are not allowed to go anywhere, and you are not allowed to contact anyone.”

   Mr. Zhou held a phone next to him, he laughed, and said slowly: "After these people disappear, the work on Mr. Thomas's side should be much smoother."

  It was Thomas on the other end of the phone.

   This black man thanked Zhang Tianyuan and Zhou Lao with a haggard heart.

   A day ago, he felt that there was no way to deal with the domestic insect pests, so he could only call Zhou Lao for help.

   After hearing about it, Elder Zhou quickly gave a plan—

   Use the ticket to lure all those who hinder the migration work.

  Whether it is the head of an interest group or the editor-in-chief of a reporter who manipulates public opinion, there is one that counts and all of them are brought back.

   When these people arrive in the country, whether it is house arrest or sending them to the No. 2 time and space in advance, as long as the communication is isolated, their alliance can be physically dismantled.

   For this plan, Zhang Tianyuan also gave his own revision opinions-for those who are smarter and see their intentions in advance, you don't have to be polite, just grab them back.

   That's why Yuri saw some reluctant people on the plane.

  The Jacksons don't know yet, they are about to board not the time-space express, but a "prison" express...

   and on the other side.

  As the first passenger, Adrian has arrived at the 2nd dimension with his father.

  As friendly people and people who have played an important role in the relocation plan or the doomsday exploration, they are treated relatively well and are generally not arranged in too bitter places.

  Scientific talents like Adrian can give full play to their strengths, and maybe have the opportunity to go to other time and space to participate in inspection work.

   After the father and son got off the train, they soon followed the train to the temporary resettlement site.

   They will live here for a while, and then wait until the people from Thomas' side have also migrated before returning home.

   They are housed in a fairly large community with its own commercial area and various public spaces.

   "The resettlement area for friendly people in different time and space is here."

   Adrian glanced at the name of the community, and followed the crowd with his father and walked inside.

   Along the way, he also noticed that there were many foreigners in this community, which was a bit strange at first, but after inquiring carefully, he realized that this was one of the resettlement places of No. 3 time and space.

   The people who stay in this community are basically the meritorious family members or vulnerable people who were sent by the 3rd time and space.

   They were placed here, obviously after some consideration, so that at least there would not be too many language problems.

   Adrian's old father looked at the surrounding environment and was quite satisfied.

  The two father and son followed the brigade and the guide and walked to the building where they lived.

On the way   , Adrian saw many phone booths standing on the side of the road, and the signs of the Mutual Rescue Association were hung up. The most surprising thing was that the phone booths were full of people.

   is just a phone booth. Is there no mobile communication in this time and space?

   Adrian couldn't help but curiously asked the guide what it was.

   The guide glanced at it and said, "Well, those phone booths are connected to time-space communication, and you can make calls to other time-spaces."

   "Generally everyone has three hours of talk time per month."

   Adrian suddenly realized this.

   And the guide continued: "You must know the most special place in this time and space?"

   Adrian's old father nodded and said, "Is it the KV virus and Night Demon?"

   This has long been known in the 1st dimension.

   The guide nodded with satisfaction, knowing that he could save a lot of saliva: "Now that you know it, pay attention to the darkness, pay attention to the night, pay attention to the sewers, OK?"

   Everyone nodded.

   In the long queue lined up at the phone booth, many people paid attention to Adrian and his party.

   "Grandpa, are they new neighbors?" Liu Qi scratched Han Ziang's thigh and looked at the people who were dragging away with big bags and small bags with innocent eyes.

   "How does grandpa know..." Han Ziang squatted on the ground, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand, smashing, looking in the same direction as his grandson, his face was full of boredom.

   I went downstairs to do nucleic acid work. I can’t write it tonight. I’ll make it up at noon tomorrow. Today, all entertainment venues in the entire district have been shut down.

   (end of this chapter)