I asked you to go to jail, how come you are invincible?

Duan Zhuzheng is still sitting in his office, writing the 5,000-word self-reflection book.

It doesn’t matter if you have a self-reflection book. A quick search on the Internet will reveal hundreds of different self-reflection books. Extract them, change some of the content, and turn them into things you need to reflect on. Add some expansions, and a self-reflection book will be very useful. It was written easily.

But the problem is that when Duan Zhu was doing the reporting work this time, the leaders had already discovered that he had violated the rules. Then the other leaders would probably not give him a good face the next time he reported the work.

This made Duan Zhu a little anxious.

But now, he doesn't have to worry about this kind of thing anymore.

Because Duan Zhu has more things to worry about.

When he heard a thunderous explosion behind him and looked out the window, the pen in his hand fell to the ground.

"I must be dreaming," Duan Zhu muttered in his heart, "otherwise, how could such a crazy thing happen in front of me."

A tsunami nearly 100 meters high is hitting Binbian District. This is much scarier than the meteorites of the past few days. This is a genius in the true sense. Liu Qing really didn't trick them!

Is this darkly humorous organization crazy? How dare you set off such a huge tsunami just to kill one person?

And what kind of extraordinary person is it, and what kind of extraordinary ability is it, that can set off such a crazy tsunami!

He could even imagine now what kind of expression Liu Qing would have when he was locked up in the isolation room.

Liu Qing had probably heard the thunderous explosion outside, and raised his head, showing a sarcastic and pessimistic smile.

"Now, the natural disaster has really come, and a disaster far more terrifying than the disaster I caused has already arrived.

"Now, how should you deal with this powerful Mr. Extraordinary?"

Duan Zhu didn't care so much and rushed out of his office in a hurry. He came to the detention center as quickly as possible and found Jiang He's detention room.

When he rushed into the detention room panting, the guards on duty and the prisoners were all stunned, not knowing why Duan Zhu came here.

Duan Zhu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Jiang He's room, but there was no one in his room.

"Where are the others?"

The guard on duty was so frightened that he hesitated in his answer, "Jiang, Jiang Jiang...Brother Jiang said he had something to do and wanted to go out. I, I don't know where he went..."

"You don't know how to ask?"

"Ask, you won't necessarily tell me even if you ask..."

Duan Zhu turned to look at Lu Rong in the next room and asked, "Do you know where he went? Can't you eavesdrop on other people's thoughts?"

Lu Rong shook his head, "I can know what you are thinking, and I can also know what other people here are thinking, but Jiang He is an exception. I can't hear his inner voice at all."

Although this thing sounded ridiculous, the fact that it happened to Jiang He made Duan Zhu feel that it was inexplicably reasonable.

In the detention room, a prisoner lowered his head. He seemed to hear a loud noise outside, but he didn't know what was happening outside. "Police, officer, did something happen outside?"

Duan Zhu didn't know how to answer, because his answer couldn't change anything.

Duan Zhu was powerless against a disaster of this scale.

"You'd better start praying," Duan Zhu's expression was very serious. "Pray that there is something really wrong with Jiang He when he goes out. Otherwise, my current answer will not change the outcome."

The surrounding prisoners looked at each other in confusion and did not understand the meaning of Duan Zhu's words.

But even so, they still had a premonition.

A biologically instinctive sense of alertness to approaching danger.

It seems that everyone is in trouble again.

——

One of the shops on a street in Binbian District.

The boss slumped in his chair and watched the tsunami approach the shoreline of the Hama Bien District.

The last time a meteorite hit the ground, he happened to be in the other half of Binbian District, so he was shocked at most, but he didn't have the sense of urgency that his life was at stake.

As a result, the boss had not had fun for two days when this terrifying tsunami swept over.

All I can say is that it is a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that cannot be avoided.

Sooner or later the boomerang will hit you.

jingle--

The doorbell rang suddenly. The boss looked towards the direction of the sound and saw a young man walking in from outside the shop.

"Boss, are you still open for business?" The clothes the young man was wearing were a bit strange, very simple, and looked like prison uniforms.

"What's open for business? Didn't you see anything outside?" The boss looked depressed, "Such big things are here, not to mention open, your life is about to die, what are you doing with the money?"

The young man walked into the shop, which displayed various antiques and rare gadgets. He looked around and seemed to be really selecting the goods.

The thunderous roar was getting closer and closer. The boss turned on the old radio, and the sound of the radio and television stations came out from it. It was chaotic and harsh, and it seemed that the signal was not very good.

"Young man, take a rest for a while. Stop picking. What's the point of buying it if you have money? It's not a waste of your life."

The young man did not stop his selection, "Didn't someone stop all the meteorites before? What if that person also stopped the tsunami?"

"Are meteorites and tsunamis the same?" The boss glanced at the scale of the tsunami outside the window and closed his eyes directly, "Forget it, I won't talk to you so much. I originally said that I would think about what to eat for dinner today. Now it seems...it is no longer necessary..."

Taking something off the shelf, the young man walked up to the boss and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this thing?"

The boss opened his eyes and found that in Jiang He's hand was a decorative handicraft Tang knife. It didn't even have an edge. "It was sold before, but now...it's hard to say."

"Okay, then I'll take it?"

"What are you doing with this thing? There are almost no people left, and you are still going to buy it as a family heirloom?"

When he reached the door, the young man just opened the door. As the doorbell rang softly, he turned back and left a word.

"If you survive and feel that you have made a loss by giving this thing away, then you can go directly to the guard station to find a man named Duan Zhu, tell me my name, and let him pay for the Tang Dao. .”

The boss was stunned for a moment, "Tell me your name? What's your name?"

The young man gave a thumbs up.

"My name is Jiang He, Jiang from Jiangshan, and He from Xianhe."

The next second, Jiang He disappeared from the boss's sight. Even for a second, the boss thought that he had seen it wrong and that everything just now was just an illusion.

But when he looked at the shelf where the knife was placed, he found that the knife was gone.

The name of the Tang sword is He Yu, which was given by the boss himself.

"F*ck!" The boss reacted at this moment.

Could this be the legendary sword spirit appearing to repay a favor? !

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