My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Now, the choice is yours," Einstein said in a declarative tone.

"..."

After a long silence, in her surprised eyes, the man shook his head slightly.

"Sorry, I refuse."

"Why?" Even Tesla was surprised this time, "The power of the longing gem cannot be fundamentally developed based on the capabilities of your Far Eastern branch. You keep it in your hand and it is no different from a broken stone! Its own collapse and erosion Not to mention that it will cause all kinds of disasters, why not trade it to us."

"I'm sorry." Gong Ming stood up, smiled at the red-haired girl beside him, and then apologized, "I'm really sorry. But for some reasons that are hard to say, I won't Those who are eager to sell gems."

"Why? Do you have a plan to develop it?" Planck looked at him unexpectedly.

"No, not at all." Gong Ming shook his head, "As you said, the Far East branch has not developed a Herrscher's core ability. But I will not explain the reason for it and what it is It doesn't matter, it's purely because I have some other reasons."

He turned around, ready to leave.

"If you do this, will those people in your Far East Branch agree?" Einstein said suddenly when he saw that he turned around and was about to leave.

"You may have got some things wrong. After the battle with the Fourth Herrscher, the main force is not entirely the people of the East Branch of the Mandate of Heaven. In a sense, the so-called third-party considerations are not It's too much." Gong Ming turned his head and looked at the girl.

"So although we were not the ones to recycle it in the end, it should still belong to my personal property now, and I have absolute power to dispose of it."

The man smiled.

"But right now, my answer is no."

Einstein froze.

"If there is nothing else, then I will leave first." Gong Ming bowed slightly to her, ready to say goodbye.

"Wait a moment."

But at this moment, Einstein, who had been giving him a cold face, suddenly stopped him.

"Your room, Planck cleaned it up for you. It's the room you lived in on the second floor when you were in this laboratory."

"...?"

"We are not in a hurry to ask for the result. You still have time to think about it. Even if you reject our deal, we are not stingy enough to even let you stay for a few days."

After saying this, Einstein stood up from the sofa, turned around and walked upstairs.

"Let's stay here for a few days."

She didn't turn her head, and the voice came from there as she walked.

"if you are willing to."

Just when Gong Ming was hesitating, Plank walked up to him, stretched out his hand and tugged on his sleeve, and gave him a wink.In the eyes, there is a feeling of whether you are an idiot or not.

"Oh, oh, I'm not in a hurry." Gong Ming replied aloud with the corners of his mouth twitching.

"..."

Einstein paused when he went up the stairs, and then continued to walk up until he disappeared from Gong Ming's sight.

Schrödinger walked from the wall to Gong Ming's side with that ascetic face, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

Then turned and went upstairs.

Plank looked at him, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth, raised his white finger and pointed to the upstairs, and followed him upstairs.

"Hey! Jiwotou, wait for me."

Behind Gong Ming, Tesla put away the complicated eyes that were looking at him, and trotted all the way in Gong Ming's line of sight, leaving Gong Ming standing there with a dazed expression on his face.

No, what's going on?This matter is settled like this?

Who can explain to me why?

Chapter 160 The Fourth Collapse

[-] AD, Berlin.

There have been countless poets and writers in history who used their unrestrained imagination and magnificent brushstrokes to build black and white hell on paper.Such as those mournful howls, the dark karma of hell and the barren sky, the scarlet blood moon above the gray sky, the sin and punishment full of blood and rust.

However, in the world, there is no pen of any kind that can describe Berlin at this moment.

This may be a good weather, after all, the sun in the sky is hot, shining pale and dazzling light.There are ruins and ruins everywhere, scattered gravel and exposed steel bars everywhere in sight, and dim flames are burning between those gaps.From time to time, scattered sparks splashed back from it, fell on the ground and jumped a few times, and then went out.

The air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses, and there were human limbs scattered in every corner—it was blown up in the explosion.There are also complete corpses appearing in a mess on the broken road or other places, the limbs twisted in various postures that are even unimaginable in normal times due to the convulsions before death, like a group of octopuses drowned on the beach.The abdomen of some corpses was ruptured due to some action before death, and the internal organs flowed out from the opening, red and white, all over the ground, and at this moment, they were also stained with dried blood and gray-black soil on the ground.

It's not just human, the corpses of cats, dogs, birds and other animals that are common in the city can also be seen everywhere.In the entire city, every corpse had a strange and horrifying expression on its face, and its distorted, wide and pale eyes seemed to be staring out of their sockets.Perhaps for the original owner, there is no emotion at all, but for the viewers who may exist, it seems to trigger the deepest horror of fear from the soul.

Perhaps because all living things are dead, the city is dead and silent, and there are no crows flying around the dead that are often used in so-called literature - their corpses lie on the ground like other things , is not spared by having wings.Maybe only the flies—or maybe the flies came from somewhere after the incident, and those ubiquitous bacteria—can escape this.

As I said at the beginning, this may be a good weather, even the wind in the city has stopped, and all the sounds have disappeared.It was an almost absolute silence, as if a needle could be heard falling on the ground.Only the mosquitoes and flies surrounding those corpses still provide the only and subtle sound in this city, there is something that may be classified as... angry?

However, in the deepest part of the city, where all the death and despair are deep and suffocating like the tide, there is some voice coming out.It sounded like a dull golden iron sound every once in a while.Week in and day out.

Like a blacksmith forging iron.

It was a huge square, no, it should not have been a square in the first place, but all the original things had been erased, as if some mighty force had violently bombarded there, a huge cloud of water flowed down on the ground. The deep pit, in the end, showed an appearance similar to a square.

And that deep pit is full of cracks like spider webs.

A solitary figure stood in the deep pit. From the shape of his figure, he could vaguely tell that it was a man. He bent his back as if he was under some huge pressure, and he was silent without saying a word, looking a little dull.