Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"What's the matter?" Igor turned his head sharply, put the hanger in his hand back to its original position, and walked quickly towards Azathoth.Most of the time, he tried his best to make himself look without the rigidity, coldness and sharpness that are unique to military school and battlefield background, but once the master ignored the external disguise, many things hidden under the appearance and carved into the bone marrow Emerge naturally.

The shopping guide lady clenched her fists behind her back, and her eyes couldn't help falling on the man's tight and straight legs wrapped in suit pants.A young man who was a head taller than her passed her without turning his eyes. He had neither the smell of pheromone nor the smell of artificial perfume.The shopping guide noticed that because of the high temperature in the room, he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and cuffs, and rolled up his long sleeves to reveal his forearm filled with smooth muscle lines.

And even in the process of moving forward at a fast pace, the opponent's straight back and head looking straight ahead are still not slightly bent or swaying from side to side like many other people who are not paying attention. The pace is the same, standard without losing the sense of power.

Although the appearance is not outstanding...but the figure is really rare.

Not knowing that Igor made some disguise, the Beta shopping guide took a small breath and tightened his belly, thinking about whether to ask for a contact information... But he doesn't know if he likes to be on the top or bottom?There must be an indescribable charm when a young man lays down on his stomach with a little sweat and can't refuse a kiss, but if he can watch him burst into tears because of the unbearable desire...

Hiss, work time, pay attention to your body.

With these random thoughts circling in her mind, the shopping guide lady tried her best to clear her mind, kept a polite smile, and continued to watch the customers in the store.

Igor walked to Azathoth who was sitting on the bench.

Unaware of the fact that he has become the scenery in the eyes of others, he slightly bent down and picked up the cup of milk tea that Azathoth drank cleanly and threw it into the trash can. It's in your head.Then he turned around and asked calmly again: "What's wrong with you?"

Azathoth didn't answer. He always looked sleepy and taciturn in the outside world. He just lifted his chin slightly and gestured to the big screen hanging in the center of the mall that was live broadcasting the Queen's Birthday celebration.

Igor followed his line of sight and saw the explosion of the bomb.

Azathoth stood up and gave him a hug as if no one else was there, as if drawing energy from this warm body, he put his head on Igor's ear and said, "There is something wrong with Erica. "

The human youth didn't break free, but frowned because of his words.

The shopping guide lady standing in the store casually averted her gaze, cursed inwardly, feeling a burst of regret for the nightlife that flew away with wings.

Igor asked in a low voice: "Is it too late to rush over now?"

Azathoth let go of his arms and shook his head: "Even if the main body is here, I can take Erica and her children away, but..."

He hesitated for a moment, not saying that he couldn't trust the IQ of his tentacles acting alone.

Even if you are a god, how much can you expect from a bunch of brainless limbs?

Igor didn't know what he was struggling with. Seeing that Azathoth hesitated to speak, he took out his mobile terminal from the jacket pocket on the side: "I can contact you for help."

He has connections and background, the only thing to consider is the risk that this move will bring.

However, this worry is completely out of Igor's scope of consideration right now. If Azathoth does not solve the problem immediately, then no matter what the other party's reasons are, he is willing to do his best out of responsibility or from the bottom of his heart. Go get rid of the trouble and live with the consequences.

Azathoth held down Igor's hand.

He looked up, and found that the live broadcast on the screen that occupied three-quarters of the wall had not stopped despite the commotion. Many people in the shopping mall stood under the screen and looked up at this scene, with expressions on their faces. With anxiety and tension.As if he knew what he was thinking, Igor immediately said: "They can't stop. If the chaos cannot be properly resolved today, there will be even greater trouble. Compared with bearing the blame for being negligent and giving despicable people a chance , Hiding the truth will make people think that there is a greater danger behind it."

"Now that the war has just ended, it is difficult for the Federation and the Holy See to deal with the criticism of the people's high degree of panic."

While explaining, the eyes of the human youth fell on the flickering screen, looking at the faces that were either familiar or unfamiliar.

A young man passing by with a sullen face holding a shopping bag overheard his speech, and looked over expectantly: "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, sir, do you work for the government? My sister is right now in front of Ma'anbao. On the square, she is a reporter who was invited to interview... Do you know what is going on now?"

Igor withdrew his gaze and smiled apologetically, "I'm not, I'm just more concerned about current affairs."

He almost bluntly said that he didn't know anything when he was just talking on paper, but the young man seemed to have not heard it, or he was rushing to the doctor for an emergency like a fly without a head, so he simply walked over and sat down on another chair. Holding the paper bag in his hand, he said anxiously: "What the hell is going on? Isn't there a truce? Why is the celebration day still in danger?"

Igor glanced at Azathoth.

Mr. Cthulhu crossed his fingers and leaned against the back of the chair, with a cold expression on his face, as if he was deaf to the conversation between them.

"Don't be too nervous." After all, this young man who may not be an adult is not malicious, and Igor comforted him, "Maybe it will be over soon."

——It will definitely end 'safely', for Erica.

Hearing that the young man relaxed a little, he stretched out his hand to Igor: "Thank you, call me George."

Igor moved out his pseudonym: "Bradley."

"Mr. Bradley, who do you think will be the one to do it? A terrorist organization that doesn't want a truce? Or..."

George's hasty questioning was interrupted by the voice from the big screen.

The roar of the engine covered the radio host's calm explanations and comforting voices, and the white jade-like high platform in front of Ma'anbao was covered by shadows in an instant.The photographer held the camera and moved in mid-air to discover that it was a huge, spaceflight-scale ship.On both sides of it are naked | hideous cannon muzzles, and the light of the fuel at the end is brighter than the sun, causing many people present to subconsciously block their eyes.

A ship with malicious intentions is like a shark rushing into a freshwater area, and its ferocious fangs easily tear the 'little fish' beside it to pieces.A few flaming metal fragments swirled and fell from the air, and were intercepted by the protective shield in the air, and finally gradually turned into dim scrap iron like meteors annihilated in the atmosphere.

Another cannonball was thrown lightly from the bottom end of that behemoth and just happened to land on the top of the shield.

After a second of silence, it exploded suddenly, and the cameras at the live broadcast were filled with orange-red flames.

The picture on the big screen was shaking all the time. I don't know if it was because of the earthquake or because the cameraman's hands were shaking.

"... I'm in trouble." Igor looked at this scene and said inexplicably.

George shivered because of his calm and cold words, and asked tremblingly, "What's the trouble?"

Igor didn't answer him, still staring at the screen with a frown.

The camera took two steps back, bringing the entire chassis of the spaceship into view.

On the gray surface with metallic luster, a deep blue symbol was engraved.

At the same time when he saw the sign on the spaceship, the words from Igor's mouth blurted out: "Zerg!"

There are very few people in the capital who can react as quickly as he does. A sense of familiarity flowing into his blood made Igor tremble uncontrollably for a moment.After he finished speaking, three or four seconds later, George, who was closest and heard the most clearly besides Azathoth, trembled belatedly, and almost twisted the paper bag in his hand into a ball.

"Worm...but...?" The young man looked at him blankly, then turned to look at the screen again, his voice was blank and confused, "Isn't there a truce...?"

"Sorry, I need to find someone to ask a few questions now." Igor said to Azathoth as coldly and angry as possible.

He turned around and wanted to go to the empty stairwell, George raised his hand to hold him: "Wait, wait a minute—"

A hand that was so thin that the edges and corners of the bones could be seen, but not fragile, stretched out and stood in front of George.

The young man froze for a moment, then turned around to find that it was the man sitting in the other row of seats who hadn't spoken to him all this time.

"He didn't let you follow." The man in the black hood said coldly.

"But!"

"No but." The other party said in a condescending and indifferent command tone, "Sit back."

Before his brain could react, George's body followed the man's command and slumped down on the heated armchair.

He realized almost immediately that this was definitely a big man who had been in a high position for a long time and was used to giving orders. Otherwise, who could spit out a few words to strangers and still be so intimidating?

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man trembled uncontrollably, while watching the taciturn weird man in a black cloak walk to the bottom of the screen against the few hurried passers-by, and raised his chin to look at the picture above.

What is this doing?

George stared at him blankly.

At this time, a vaguely strange buzzing sound sounded from the circular square in front of Ma'an Fort.