However, the plan was finalized in just two hours. This showed that there must be a combination of forces behind the scenes - they wanted to see this situation take shape. Either it was profitable for them, or Lin Yin had provided enough solid evidence.
Yang Changxu didn't care what policy games those forces were playing, nor did he care what kind of wine President Wilson and Chief of Staff Eshkol drank at the table.
After all, the No. 1 player and the top players on the list are the decisive factors.
990 million ordinary players determine the lower limit, the remaining 10 million high-end players determine the upper limit, and a dozen top players determine the highest limit.
High dimension, gods, organizers.
The 19-year-old boy, the second seat was his friend, the sixth seat was killed by him, the eleventh seat vowed to help him, the Supreme Lord was curious about him, the overlapping shadows were obsessed with him, and the Holy Revelation turned into an oriole to find him.
"High dimension, God... These are really lofty words. I never thought that the boy holding a steel pipe in the Henggang City Shelter has gone so far..." Yang Changxu took another puff of cigarette. He still remembers the boy's words: If you want the zombie antidote, stab your palm. At that time, the boy's black eyes were big and bright, full of spirit and light, but now they are only tired and bloodshot.
It's too far, too high. It's only been half a year, but why does it feel like several lifetimes?
That boy went too far.
Yang Changxu smoked a cigarette and looked towards the street corner - there were also two "smokers" standing there. It was a clear day with no rain, but the two men were standing under the eaves, as if the rain was everywhere.
"...Huh." The man with slicked-back hair exhaled a puff of smoke, a breath with a scorching breath, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Qin Er, do you still think that the future is bleak and that the players at the top of the list are all crazy?"
The white-haired man took a puff of his cigarette and said unhappily, "Cole, smoke your cheap cigarettes. Do you think this topic is interesting today?"
"Yeah." Cole blew out smoke rings. "It's more nutritious than when we smoked here together in White Sand Paradise. You said then that people who believe in the First Player regard lunatics as gods. But now, it seems that everyone has become a lunatic."
Qin Er dusted off his cigarette ash and suddenly laughed out loud:
"Yes! A madman! We are all madmen! But we are lovely, lovable madmen!"
"Honest, resolute, brave, willing to sacrifice everything... a 19-year-old madman, so likable!"
"If we have been crazy for a long time, the world has been crazy for a long time, and mankind has been crazy for a long time. Then let's go crazy together with this biggest and cutest little lunatic! Crazy until the end of the game, crazy until the final ending!"
"We are all crazy people on the same boat!!!"
Grayish-white cigarette ash fell to the ground, and Cole looked at Qin Er who was laughing wildly in surprise. After a moment, he exhaled a smoke ring and laughed out loud too.
There were no words, no explanation, no communication. The two of them just stood under the eaves, laughing at the empty, non-existent rain, like two sheep finally walking out of the rain.
“Hahahaha. Hahahahahaha…”
In the past, when they were in the White Sand Paradise, they had stood in the rain in despair, smoking cheap cigarettes, and talking about human suicide, the madness of the top players, and the end of the world sooner or later. At that time, the heavy rain around them seemed to never stop, and it was painful, wet and endless. But now, the rain that had lasted for a long time... seemed to have stopped.
Qin Er took a step forward, walked out from under the eaves, stood in the moonlit night, opened his arms, and laughed heartily:
"So what if it's destroyed, so what if it's wiped out, so what if the ending is unknown!!"
"You son of a bitch boss rabbit! You son of a bitch organizer! Sooner or later I, the Zhai Xing human, will crush you under my feet! Sooner or later I will use my leather boots to kick your asses hard!!!"
"I see hope! I see hope!!!"
At least, they have seen the way forward, and have seen... people are following the footsteps of the leader, some may be fast, some may be slow, and some may be in a mess. But at least, people are moving forward.
The young man used practical actions for eleven copies, every word he said, every time he risked his life, and every bitter smile to completely shut people up.
Boss Rabbit has pointed out Su Mingan's bet, and everyone knows where he is going - it is a dark, tragic, and predetermined road that will end in death without a burial place. There is no turning point, no light source, and no happiness.
Among this huge team, some people decided to go to Luowasha in the hope of changing the overall situation and rescuing Su Mingan.
They hoped to at least use something to keep him.
He is not Zhai Xing's Asa Akto.
“Will they succeed?”
Looking at the huge crowd, Cole blew out a smoke ring and suddenly said.
"them?"
Qin Er fiddled with the lighter, making a clicking sound.
"them."
Cole crushed his cigarette butt and repeated it.
"Maybe. Maybe we should have some faith in humans."
Qin Er inhaled gently, and the aroma of tobacco filled his nostrils.
"What about him?"
Cole wiped the ash from his fingertips.
"Like Fulton, who invented the steamboat..."
Qin Er took out a new cigarette, lit it, looked at the rising blue flame, and smiled:
"——He will also enter an era that belongs to him to lead."
After all, how could the one who brings spring die before spring?
There seemed to be a vague sound of rain in my ears.
"Tick-tick, swish-swish..."
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