Guoyun: My system rests with the country

Poof~!

Hodgson took a sip of coffee.

He dispatched the Citigroup garrison to let the other party slip away under the encirclement of planes, tanks, armored vehicles, and guards along the river, land, sea and air.

Now it's just a few patrol cars that force the opponent to stop?

This is like Citigroup's superhero, who went to heaven and earth to make a big fuss, and was finally beaten by a gangster in the alleyway with a sap.

He didn't care about the dirty skirt, and shouted into the phone:

"What? Are you sure? I tell you, if I find out you're lying, I'll kick your ass!"

The other party did not speak rationally, but quickly took a photo of the Suzaku car and sent it over.

This car became Hodgson's nightmare. After being confirmed, the haze of many days was swept away, and he jumped up happily.

"Aha, well done lads, get your car ready, let's go."

I rushed to the Interstate 40 service station in a hurry, and the densely packed police cars with red and blue lights flashed, and the surrounding area was impenetrable.

There were two helicopters circling overhead.

Everyone is ready to guard against gangsters who do not exist.

Hodgson pushed the people away and walked into the encirclement, and saw the red Suzaku sedan at a glance.

His eyes were shining, and the other party had repeatedly escaped from the encirclement. This car can be said to have contributed a lot.

It is not only bulletproof, but also has sufficient power, gliding, diving, and various special functions.

Not to mention that it also carries such a big killer as missiles.

Hodgson had read reports that this car was exactly the same as the Suzaku high-energy pure electric car that Xia Guo was promoting.

100% Xiaguo production, Xiaguo manufacturing.

Hmph, with this car, it all makes sense, it must be Xia Guo's conspiracy!
"Come on, send me a container and keep the physical evidence well!"

Then Hodgson came to a heavily guarded armored vehicle.

"The suspect is inside?"

"Yes, sir, the other party is being held inside."

"Thank you!" Hodgson patted the soldier on the shoulder.

Leaving aside his identity and standpoint, as an intelligence officer, Hodgson admired him for being able to single-handedly make such a big noise.

He looked through the observation hole to see what the other party looked like.

A black man with a tense expression was tightly bound to a steel pole by huge electromagnetic handcuffs, his eyes were full of fear, and his fat upper and lower lips were trembling.

"?"

"Why is it a black man?"

Hodgson left the observation hole, jumped out of the car, and shouted into the ear of the soldier just now:

"Damn, why is it a black man?"

"Sir, this is the driver of this car."

"Fake!"

Hodgson was furious and asked someone to open the door of the armored car, dragged the black boy Harper out of the car, and threw him to the side of the road.

Harper was terrified, he just stole a car.

Actually dispatched the army, aircraft, armored vehicles.

Hodgson pushed away the assistant next to him, and the huge psychological gap turned into anger.

"What the hell, where did this car come from?"

"Where is the man driving?"

"Tell me, tell, tell~!"

He pinned Harper to the ground and punched Harper hard.

Harper curled up, put his head in his hands, and just kept begging for mercy.

A tourist drove by, slowed down and took a picture of the scene.

"Fack, no photos allowed!"

Bang~!

Hodgson was out of anger, stood up and took out a pistol from behind, firing a threat.

The tourist uttered a scream and drove away from here quickly.

A large number of military police escorted Harper, who was bleeding badly, to the black community called Morris.

Knowing that the Asian had been away on a motorcycle for a long time, Hodgson's chest heaved sharply angrily, looked at Xiao Hei, Da Hei and Lao Hei in front of him, and said:
"These people are all accomplices of that Asian, take them back and lock them up, and torture them!!"

"Sir, I don't know that Asian."

"It's wrong, I just stole the car."

……

As one of the parties involved, Lin Dong lived in seclusion these days, like a sponge, constantly absorbing Dickens' knowledge and experience.

Through learning, Lin Dong's sculpture skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and his progress has been rapid.

Ordinary industrialization, plaster sculpture is extremely simple, nothing more than inserting pieces, moistening, parting the mold, wrapping wire, closing the mold, and finally breaking the mold with a chisel, so that a complete plaster sculpture can be obtained.

But like other industrialized assembly line products, such works undoubtedly have no soul.

Of course, a work without a soul cannot be called a work of art, because even if a work of art has no soul, it must also incorporate emotions.

So Dickens asked Lin Dong to use two methods of sculpture and sculpture to make plaster works.

And you have to incorporate your own feelings and emotions into the production.

He wanted to see whether Lin Dong was more suitable for sculpture or sculpture.

Sculpture and sculpture are two kinds of content, just like addition and subtraction.

Carving is a kind of subtraction, just like stone carving, which is to remove the excess parts on a whole stone, so that it can achieve the effect of both spirit and shape.

And sculpture is a kind of addition, such as clay sculpture, which is mainly based on human or animal images, adding little by little, with strong randomness and simpler emotional expression.

Dickens originally thought that Lin Dong was familiar with one of the techniques of sculpture and sculpture, and it was enough to learn one of them.

But Lin Dong not only learned both, but also integrated these two techniques.

Following Dickens' practice, Lin Dong created an amazing sculptural thinker for the first time.

Although the technique is still a little immature, Lin Dong's artistic talent has undoubtedly been revealed.

In the next few days, Dickens was hollowed out by Lin Dong.

He no longer has any sculpture knowledge to pass on to Lin Dong, so he can only let him practice and figure it out by himself.

Thus, Lin Dong embarked on a new path.

He has great strength and can tan the gypsum material into a colloid like clay.

He has a high savvy, can understand the essence of art, and express the emotions to be shown in the works through details.

His skills are very strong. He can use the method of addition to establish its roots and shape its bones, and then use the method of subtraction to cut its flesh and carve its gods.

There are roots and flesh, both bones and gods!
These are nothing, the most important thing is that Lin Dong finally confirmed the existence of his mind power and developed a new function.

He will always remember that day when he used a carving knife to carve out the hollow of the Western Girl with the technique of turning and cutting.

In order to make the girl's curly hair distinct and clearly distinguishable, Lin Dong was troubled by the lack of suitable tools.

Maybe it was a matter of course, or maybe it was because of the blessings in his heart, Lin Dong was concentrating on the carving knife, and he actually sensed the thought force protruding from the tip of the knife.

Although it only extends a distance of more than one millimeter, this is a real feeling of thought power, and it is something that really exists.

Attach the power of thought to the tool, just like the diamond on the drill bit and Baosteel on the sharp knife.

This thought power of less than one millimeter has brought Lin Dong's sculpture skills to a higher level.

Not only the size and thickness can be adjusted at will, but also various shapes of flat pointed hooks can be simulated.

What's even better is that the mind power is integrated with Lin Dong's spirit. He can grasp and feel every subtle change in the work all the time.

In the words of the industry, Lin Dong has reached the subtleties!
In the past, master sculptors had to go through years of hard training, hard work, talent and spirituality to achieve this step in order to achieve a fine grasp of the works.

But Lin Dong relied directly on the power of his thoughts to achieve the level that others need decades of hard work to achieve.

This once made Dickens feel that young people are fierce, and he is really old and can't keep up with the trend.

Improving skills, enriching himself, let Lin Dong's previously closed heart finally open up.

For a long time, because of his status as an orphan, Lin Dong's personality has actually been relatively reserved.

He's not sociable, and he doesn't talk much to others.

In Internet terminology, it means mild social phobia.

From a psychological point of view, this is because of the low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence brought about by identity.

Although Lin Dong became the sales champion of Qingteng Huating, he got a million commission, and later he was given a villa, and even became a spokesperson and a contracted anchor.

But none of this gave Lin Dong a sense of security.

He always felt that all these things were obtained too easily, and he felt unreal.

But now it is different, just take sculpture works as an example.

He can stand upright, hold his chest up, and tell others proudly.

"I'm a sculptor."

At this moment, the rolling door was suddenly opened from the outside.

A strong man with a height of at least two meters, with bare tattoos, lifted the rolling door with one hand.

Beside him, there was a thin and lean man in a tight leather jacket.

Seeing Lin Dong, the thin man pulled out the gun from his waist and aimed it directly at the opponent's head.

He shouted loudly:
"Lin Dong, put your hands up, we've got you!"