The Beauty of Light on Earth

On the expressway from New York to Philadelphia, Mrs. Frost, who was traveling to Philadelphia to visit relatives with her children, resisted the idea of ​​getting out of the car and escaping. In order to cover up the uncontrollable tension in her heart, she could not get out of the car and had to open the window, regardless of the damage. The two daughters in the back seat were minding their own business smoking cigarettes. .

The group had just passed through Edison City when news of an attack on New York came over the traffic radio.In an instant, rumors spread all over the world. In panic, the highway was soon filled with ordinary people fleeing south with their families.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or not, but Mr. Frost, who was having breakfast at home early this morning, was summoned to Washington by an urgent telegram from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. As soon as he left the house in a hurry, the Japanese maid with mysterious origins suggested taking care of the child. We went to Philadelphia to visit our aunt, and before Mrs. Frost officially agreed to come, she had already prepared her luggage and vehicle.

Mrs. Frost felt a deep sense of fear from the bottom of her heart towards the domestic maid hired by her husband. She felt to Mrs. Frost like a deadly weapon with a soul.

"Girls, could you please be quiet for a moment?"

The upset Mrs. Frost threw the cigarette butt out of the window, turned around and scolded the two lolita who were playing in the back seat.

"Mom~" the little Lolita with blond hair and white dress who responded quickly said quickly, "Sienna kept saying that there is a shadow following us~ I said she was lying, but Emma didn't see anything~"

She sighed and looked at her daughter. Normally, Mrs. Frost would follow her daughters' thinking and talk to them in a child's tone that they could understand, but she was no longer in the mood now, "Emma, ​​I said How many times do I have to call you sister?" I regretted the harsh words as soon as I said them.

"I don't! I don't want a red-haired sister. My father criticized Emma, ​​and my mother also... ugh." As expected, Emma, ​​who felt she had been wronged, burst into tears, and Sienna beside her was also very wronged. She didn't know why she had hated this red-haired man with a fuzzy face, a ball of golden light, and a melancholy song. These were all Sienna's memories of her childhood.

Because of her unflattering hair color, she made her sister cry again. Sienna also started blowing her nose, and soon there was a lot of crying from the back seat.

In the afternoon the family happily had breakfast, and in the afternoon Mrs. Frost sat in the passenger seat with a look of despair.

Impatient drivers on the expressway kept honking their horns, while more citizens got off the car and dragged their families to their destinations.

Faced with such a chaotic scene, suppressing her depression and anxiety, Mrs. Frost looked at Suzi with a bad expression and said: "Can't you say something? This is only so far from New York. What will happen if aliens come over? Think about it quickly Method!"

Just after leaving Public Security Section [-] and joining Fiska, Motoko received a secret mission, which was to personally protect Sienna Frost.

Of course, the new environment also has a new atmosphere. After comprehensive improvements by Fiskar, Motoko has been replaced by a younger and more powerful prosthetic body. The former Major Kusanagi Motoko of the Japan Self-Defense Force is a thing of the past.Now, what appears in front of the world is the ghost agent code-named "Major" of the Fiskar Zero Agency.

The reason why Lucien chose Mozi to protect Sienna was because in this world where magic and black technology are everywhere, prosthetics have too many limitations, and there have been no major breakthroughs in related technologies such as materials science, biology, mechanical, chemical, and metallurgical technology. In the past, Cyborg could only use eccentric skills in the ivory tower, but it would be a big mistake to underestimate Kusanagi Motoko's strength. Motoko's prosthetic body was painted with magic patterns by Lucian, and this was the only one. No more semicolons.

"Don't worry, ma'am. It won't be too late for us to wait until the aliens break out of New York." Mozi, who had blue hair and a girlish look, stared straight ahead, unaffected by the noise from the outside world, and said calmly.This crisp voice seemed to have some kind of magic power. The two loli girls crying in the back seat suddenly became much quieter. They breathed slowly and fell asleep in the back seat after a while.

Mrs. Frost, who was also affected by sleepiness, took a breath and said intermittently: "I really hope... I wake up... and have arrived in Philadelphia..."

"As you wish." Even though she knew that mother and daughter had fallen asleep peacefully, Mozi still replied seriously.

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Whether they are kings or beggars, they are so insignificant under the torrent of history.

In the underground safe room of the White House, the outgoing president looked gloomy. He had obviously received bad news from the phone call just now. National Security Advisor Derek C. Simmons beside him was softly comforting him.

Powerful countries around the world have launched emergency plans as soon as possible, and saliva is flying all over the conference tables of various countries. Compared with these public officials who are still sticking to the front line, those wealthy people who are as rich as the enemy have already taken private jets to remote areas. Take refuge.

The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear comes from the unknown...

It cannot be explained that there is no source of cognition, and it is unknown beyond human common sense. Unlike the friendly and kind aliens in the costumes, the aliens that appear in front of the general public for the first time in reality are unscrupulous invaders. The worries of thinkers about extraterrestrial intelligence and the illusion of powerful science and technology have all become a reality in New York.Panic, anxiety, and confusion, is it possible to stage a real-life Independence Day in New York?

A Boeing 747 with Osborne Industries painted on it was flying to Argentina. Norman Osborne, who had temporarily left the United States with his family, did not forget to install a regeneration module produced by Fiskar even on the plane.

With his whole body soaked in nutrient solution and a communication device on his head, Norman Osborne quietly listened to the butler's work report.

"Dr. Kurt Connors and the core team arrived safely in New Jersey through the Midnight Bar Tunnel, but the military has blocked the national airspace. The company has urgently deployed helicopters. With our Osborne strength, low-altitude routes may still be feasible." The loyal butler put down the computer and continued to talk to the microphone with a sad face, "But Master... If SHIELD can't stop the aliens, even if we can take away all the research, it won't be of much help to the future."

A keyboard automatically popped up in the regeneration chamber. Norman Osborne was tapping quickly with his hands on it. It seemed that he was already very accustomed to working in the nutrient solution.

Seeing the writing that appeared on the screen, the housekeeper whispered: "The alien samples sent by President Drake were all kept by Dr. Connors. They were among the few research materials that were carried when evacuating the headquarters building. This kind of Alien symbiotic organisms are the key to the future rise of our Osborne industry. A second-rate biological enterprise like the Life Foundation cannot be compared with our Osborne. We will definitely research the results before them. Fiskar has given us We will all remember the humiliation, sir."

After expressing his feelings, the butler bowed ninety degrees and left the physical therapy room. As the world's number one medical biotechnology company, Osborne has gone through countless years. There has never been a company like Fiskar that has only been in the medical field. Use a product to knock the giant Osborne off his throne.

The Life Foundation, which was also hit hard, had no choice but to contact Osborne due to the loss of a large number of customers. Under the strong pressure of their common business rival Fiskar, the former competitors reached a strategic alliance to jointly develop the Life Foundation. A mysterious alien creature obtained by accident.

Because of Fiskar's regeneration chamber, the genetic diseases that have plagued the Osborne family for generations have been effectively curbed. It was under this premise that Norman Osborne agreed to reduce the funding for other experimental projects and devote all his energy to researching this kind of disease. God's black slime creature.

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