The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Ai Wanxin glanced at Jon with a complicated expression.

You know what, this has a lot to do with me.

How come I don't know that all the surviving countries today are going to form a coalition government?

Such a big thing can't be arranged in these two days, right?

There is also the information that Quan Zhengyu said he got from their presidential palace.

[The real doomsday will come soon. Only the highest leaders of each country can board the solar ship of Atlantis, survive the doomsday, and go to the other side of light. ]

I didn't have time to think about it before, but now it seems that, not to mention what this true doomsday means, just talking about this news, it is impossible that a small country like Gaodanluo knows about it, but their Yan Country doesn't know about it.

He Shifeng never mentioned this matter, and he didn't look like he knew anything about it, which means that Feng Jingyi kept the news a secret.

No wonder he was so unscrupulous, it turned out he had something else up his sleeve.

In this case, I have to get involved with your coalition government that is preparing to board the ship and escape!

"..." Qiao En had been paying attention to Ai Wanxin. Seeing that she was daydreaming and her thoughts were drifting to who knows where, he couldn't help but want to call her attention back. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he realized that he hadn't even asked her name.

Jon could only cough lightly and whispered, "We're here."

Ai Wanxin looked up and found that before they knew it, they had reached the top floor of the Conqueror aircraft carrier, the flagship of the Federal Navy, and the door of the marshal's exclusive luxurious office.

In front of me is a heavy rosewood double-leaf door that is over three meters high. The door is closed and there are exquisite relief carvings on the door.

Ai Wanxin glanced casually and saw that the relief was divided into four parts, showing the grand scenes of a general who was able to command the support of all people, going to war, fighting, winning and returning in triumph.

The heavy door handle was made entirely of gold, and two sparkling bright red rubies were inlaid on the top.

Ai Wan's eyelashes fluttered for a moment. It was really interesting. It was not uncommon for such a gate to appear in any ancient and magnificent palace, but it should not appear on a military warship.

No wonder Jon said that Marshal Schnatter was too ambitious.

As for the affairs of the Union Government, could he really resist not getting a piece of the action?

Ai Wan's mind raced and he soon came up with an idea.

The door opened silently in front of the two of them, and Ai Wanxin was almost blinded by the magnificent decorations in the room.

It turned out that the door was not the most exaggerated thing. The floor of the room was covered with wool carpets with intricate patterns and gold thread edging, golden chandeliers, floor candlesticks, retro vases, clocks taller than a person, and a huge high bed in the center of the room draped with gold thread gauze, all of which were eye-catching.

Ai Wanxin's eyes twitched, and she slowly turned her gaze to the middle-aged man who was leaning back in a high-back flannel armchair, with a big belly, a head as big as a bucket, eyes smaller than green beans, and a bloated and pale face.

Don't tell me this pig is a federal naval marshal...

It’s so outrageous that he opened the door for outrageousness, it’s so outrageous!

Wagner stood behind the armchair with his arms folded, his eyes filled with vicious coldness, and his sharp voice rang out: "Major General, do you know how long the marshal has been waiting for you? You are so slow, it seems that you don't take the marshal's order seriously at all."

Jon ignored him, saluted, and said to Schnatter in a businesslike manner: "Marshal, you're looking for me?"

Schnatter's small triangular eyes glanced at Jon with disgust, and then his gaze fell on Ai Wanxin.