Chapter 46
One minute before the storm reached the sky above the Wuyan Tower, the door of the leader's room opened a little, and Shen Jian walked out with a very calm expression.
He didn't want to be in the same room with his brain-dead self.
"If you don't come out... I suspect I'm going to mutate." Shen Jian taunted softly, stroking the chip in the palm of his hand. It was embedded in the flesh by Shen Jian and activated by weak bioelectric current.
The leader inside openly put his ambition in front of him, as if he felt that Shen Jian didn't know what this meant.
Rather, Shen Jian had an illusion: the leader was using this to implicitly reveal his true purpose to him. But the problem was that Shen Jian had already been chewing on his so-called ambition in his heart for a long time.
"En, Bai, De, Jie..." The young man silently thought over the four alternative names the leader had marked out, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
Zeddburn.*
In ancient Norse mythology, there is a giant snake that coils around in the world, eager to devour the world.
A weak electric current invaded the nerves in his palm, and a familiar mechanical sound rang lightly beside his ears, "The highest authority, long time no see."
Shen Jian stood still in the high-ceilinged corridor. He pushed open the glass on the bottom floor of the hollow high-ceilinged arch window. A small breeze that arrived before the storm blew into the corridor, causing the heavy curtains to flutter.
In a place that the human eye nerves cannot see, the veins of two parallel time and space touched each other gently through two small chips, just like melon strands, and then touched each other again.
Shen Jian looked at it carelessly for a while before closing the window. A sentence slipped into the air, "Long time no see, Solomon."
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Chen Lanhe paused as he passed the step leading to the top floor. He had a stack of documents two fingers thick in his hands and watched the young man in a boss's cloak walk down the stairs.
He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes. His throat tightened and tightened. His voice was so soft that it seemed that it would disturb some elves that were fleeing quickly: "...Your Majesty?"
His Majesty had no injuries, seemed to be able to move freely and was full of energy, exuding a strong aura of a normal human being.
Chen Lanhe sincerely doubted whether this was a new tactical projection developed by the hostile organization. None of them believed that the young emperor could walk out of the leader's room safely.
...This is not in line with the usual behavior of leaders. No matter which leader, they always have an eternal desire to control those who are included in their territory.
"Well," Shen Jian gathered his cloak and smiled at his stunned subordinates, "I hope Xu Yinmo has told you that this title has been officially abolished."
Shen Jian calmly glanced at Shen Lanhe's stiff expression and said, "Of course, let's not talk about this matter for now. The highest priority now is the storm."
"But I need to tell you something. I'll tell you later."
Shen Jian decided to transfer the annoyance given to him by the leader to the leader's subordinates. Since the leader decided to openly show his ambitions, Shen Jian also thought there was no need to help him hide it.
Just now, he was a little tired of playing charades with his leader.
...In fact, until now, he still couldn't understand why he couldn't kill the leader now.
Would he be reluctant to kill himself? Shen Jian could answer firmly that he definitely would not be willing to do so, but what if the lives of trillions of people in the world were placed on the other side of the scale?
He really doesn't even hesitate.
But until just now, when Solomon contacted him, he had not come up with this simple and effective solution.
Obviously, he had created the conditions at all costs before, wasn't it just to get him close to the leader and then get a chance to kill him?
Why?
Shen Jian lowered his eyes and fluttered his eyelashes, then raised his head and walked to Shen Lanhe, "Hurry up, the storm will be here soon."
Shen Lanhe was silent for a while, and let Shen Jian follow him while he took the documents from his arms and scanned them one by one.
"This is the duration monitoring file. The storm covers 98% of the planet's ocean and land. We suspect that 2% is where the Middle Ages are located."
"Would someone in the Middle Ages be so stupid as to reveal their location?" Shen Jian asked calmly.
Chen Lanhe paused, and finally confirmed that the little emperor beside him was indeed in a bad mood.
He tried to lower his voice as much as possible, and showed a calm and docile expression without any aggression, trying his best to show his obedience.
"I don't think so... but that 2% is worth analyzing."
Shen Jian put the document back into Shen Lanhe's hands and hummed lightly.
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"Young Majesty?" Shen An looked at Shen Lanhe who pushed open the door and turned sideways with a little surprise, and Shen Jian who walked into the office behind him.
Shen Jian hummed noncommittally, no longer wanting to correct this embarrassing name.
After being called so many times, he vaguely got used to it.
Or rather... because he had contacted his subordinates in the source world, he had the most careless and tolerant attitude towards everything that remained.
After all, his territory reappeared before him again.
“We haven’t learned of any major casualties yet.” Shen An paused, without even asking how Shen Jian got down, and simply began to report the injuries, “But we cannot rule out places that cannot be seen by video surveillance, and consider the problem of overload of people in air-raid shelters and basements.”
“What’s the worst-case scenario?”
Shen An shook his head, "There is no worst-case scenario, Your Majesty. Everything could be worse."
"But it seems that everything is moving in a good direction, which is much better than facing this storm without any preparation."
Shen An watched the young man walk to the desk, stand up very calmly and take two steps back.
The boy then sat down in Shen An's original position, his fingertips pressing on the paper with a mess of data analysis and contour line division.
"What is the scope of the serious casualties?" Shen Jian casually pulled out a regional surveillance image and casually stuffed it into Solomon's database.
His fingertips tapped the chip twice, and the dull chip looked like a dead object.
Shen An stood two steps behind Shen Jian, and tried to sound natural, "Anything below 100,000 people in the area is not considered a major casualty."
Shen Jian glanced sideways at Shen An, and the unfamiliar calmness in his eyes made Shen An bend his knees very weakly.
“…I’m sorry, your majesty.” Shen An spoke first, took a step back again, lowered his head slightly, and calmly showed his submission.
The office was silent and calm, but no one stopped this from happening. They almost looked at Shen Jian respectfully as he sat in the main seat.
Silently, their attitude towards Chen Jian changed obviously.
Shen Jian was able to come out of the leader's room alone and unscathed... Most non-direct cadres didn't dare to think about what this meant.
But Shen Congjian dared. Not only did he dare to think, he even dared to step forward and ask.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, he easily approached Shen Jian who was pursing his lips with a smile and teased him, “Your Majesty, are you and the boss okay?”
Shen Jian lowered his eyes and looked at the next file, curling his lips noncommittally, "I'm fine."
The implication is that the leader is not in good shape.
Shen Congjian shrank his neck back in slight fear, his expression was very exaggerated, "Ah! Is the boss still alive?!"
Shen Jian put the document down, calmly pressed the hot chip into his skin, and glanced at Shen Congjian who was stealthily controlling the wheelchair to get in front of him.
"He's better than me." Shen Jian laughed coldly and said coolly.
So Shen Congjian shut his mouth and took two steps back obediently.
So, was it Shen Jian who exchanged the conditions for this, or did he directly take over the temporary command of the Wuyan Tower? Or, the boss lost...
Stop, don't think about it anymore. What comes next is no longer something he can touch.
Shen Congjian guessed for a while, but he was relieved in the end.
Although they are happy to explore the delicate father-son relationship between their leader and the next leader, if one of them dies...
The man who controlled the wheelchair to retract into the corner covered his fragile heart miserably, "Your Majesty, the boss is a little out of control, please bear with me."*
"Hmm?" Shen Jian raised his eyebrows, not paying attention to his real meaning, which once again raised some doubts about Shen Congjian's identity.
As far as he knew, none of his subordinates dared to be so open about pointing out problems with their leader.
The other party seemed to know exactly what Shen Jian wanted to know, and blinked, “Do you need me to explain the situation to you?”
Shen Jian shook his head and looked away casually, “I don’t care about the relationship between you for now. But I need to emphasize one point.”
The boy threw the document on the table, and looked at the leaves and weeds flying outside the side window in boredom. "Your leader chose a very representative name for his child."
Shen An: “…”
Shen An quietly took a few steps back, trying not to be affected by Shen Jian's cold murderous aura.
Shen Lanhe did the same thing.
Shen Tu and Shen Pingyan, who were sitting behind another desk, also pulled their chairs back at the same time.
Listen, listen. “Your leader”, “your own child”, refused to acknowledge even his name and identity.
Shen Congjian, who could no longer retreat in the corner, swallowed his saliva and could not help but feel sad, "Boss, what on earth did you do..."*
Shen Jian glanced at the dozen or so direct descendants in the office rather indifferently, casually folded his hands on the table, then moved them again, supporting the table with his elbows and holding up his face.
It was cute, but no one dared to look up.
Three days ago, they still dared to laugh and tease the boy, but now they all lowered their heads in silence and calmness.
The boy seemed to be very used to this atmosphere. When everyone was speculating wildly about what he said, his eyes didn't even change.
"Your leader gave his child four alternative names."
"En, Bai, De, Jie." Shen Jian spoke word by word, observing the expressions of his subordinates with a half-smile.
Shen An blinked and snorted in confusion, but was immediately attracted by Shen Pingyan, whose face was pale.
"What's wrong?" Shen An asked silently.
Shen Pingyan paused for three seconds, and after confirming that all the cadres present were looking at him, he uttered a few words silently.
Yes, dream, plus, get.
Shen An's eyes went dark, and the creepy feeling climbing his spine was like the strong wind outside the window, tearing him to pieces.
Shen Jian calmly glanced at the direct descendants who were frantically transmitting information in secret, and slowly said, "Also, find ten injections of nutrient solution."
Shen An pulled out his dry mind and replied, "Your Majesty, what do you need the nutrient solution for?"
nothing.
Shen Jian thought calmly that he would never feed the leader even if he died, and giving him a nutrient solution was already a kind-hearted act on his part.
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