The Dragon That Devours the World

Half a month later, the United States, the suburbs of New York.

"Tsk tsk, haven't the terrorists in Boston caught it yet?"

"I heard that they were actually Russian spies and failed to steal information. In the end, they shot and killed the people and fled by plane... It's just that Russia doesn't recognize it."

"Oh, Russia, this evil country..."

On a street with few pedestrians, accompanied by the conversation of two passers-by, a man, two women and three people passed by them, with scarves around their necks and knitted hats on their heads, in this gradual cold season. It's normal.

However, when he heard the words of the two passers-by, the man seemed to glance at them unconsciously, but there was a vigilant look in his eyes, and after confirming that he did not care about the three of them, he continued to bow his head.

There was a large poster on the shop closet next to him, with one man, two women and three people, and a large warning statement.

"Beware of terrorists!"

terrorist? cut.

With a sneer on the man’s face, since he was in Boston, media organizations all over the world have been mobilized, describing it as a terrorist attack, and also vaguely revealing that it may be Russian. for.

Anyway, Russia has always been tacitly regarded as the successor of the "evil empire Soviet Union". It doesn't matter if there are too many lice and debts. If you put a hat on them as "the master behind the terrorist attacks," it doesn't matter. Who would doubt it.

And with the international quarrels, those chasing vehicles, strafing bullets, long-range sniper RPG rocket launchers, aerial gunships, etc., were inadvertently covered up, no one cared...

The blatant gun battle in a metropolis finally faded away so casually, which also allowed men to see the terrible behind-the-scenes organization that really dominates all of this, and on the other hand, they can always fight with that by themselves. The guy who is confronted by a huge force without falling into the wind is even more shocking.

But now, the three of them are moving in the direction that they are being directed, and they can also feel that the guy they have been looking for seems to be close at hand.

...

An inconspicuous two-story building does not see anything special, let alone what it has to do with the term "anonymous world ruler", but from the single-hole earphones they carry, it is A voice sounded clearly.

"Arrived."

It was not the female voice of the past, but the voice of a teenager who was so young that it made people stunned.

Is this his true voice?

An idea emerged in Roberts's heart, but he didn't make any extra moves. He just glanced around casually. After confirming the surrounding situation for the last time, he stepped forward and tentatively knocked on the somewhat crude wooden door.

"Bang..."

But the next moment, he realized that the door was not closed, it was just concealed.

"Come in, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Not from the earphones, but directly from behind the door, a calm young man's voice rang out.

Roberts opened the door and saw a chair beside a fireplace, and the thin-looking figure was sitting by the fireplace, facing away from them without looking back, facing a strange monitor in front of him. Constantly tapping the keyboard.

Contrary to Roberts’s imagination, the figure was thinner than the one in the photo, and it was simply weak.

"Mr. Roberts, we finally met."

Then, after the figure hit the last button, he stood up and turned to look at the three people in front of him. That thin face, calm pupils, some sickly white skin, and a slightly shorter figure compared to people of the same age.

On the surface, this young man named Uberto Bruni appears to be overly sick. The picture shows that he is already very poor, with messy hair and thick dark circles, but the real person is even weaker. In front of Roberts, who was strong and physically strong, it was like a chick facing a white-fronted tiger, but neither Roberts nor Wendy dared to despise the person in front of him.

Judging by his current ability, as long as he is unwilling, no one can find him, but at this moment, he appears generously in front of the three. And Uberto Bruni scanned the people in front of him, Roberts and Wendy, and Joan, who was protected by the two of them, laughed inexplicably.

"I think we need to celebrate."

"What is your purpose?"

Roberts was not impressed by Uberto's benevolence, but asked vigilantly.

On the way they came, the three encountered many things and were chased by many forces. Gas stations, the wild, on the highway... they were able to escape almost completely relying on Uberto’s guidance. God, but this is not enough to make Roberts trust this guy, because he always remembers that he, Wendy, and his daughter all fell to this point because of his design.

Roberts didn’t know anything about Uberto. He only knew that the man in front of him was hunted down by several organizations headed by the Priory, but he didn’t know anything about it. On the road, the man never revealed a word. .

"My purpose..."

In front of Roberts, the thin young man pondered, as if thinking about how he should answer, and then said.

"I said I was just to survive, do you believe it?"

Roberts didn't answer, he watched every move of the other party all the time, because he was not sure whether he could believe the other party's words, although he didn't get Roberts' answer, the young man didn't care much, just said inexplicably.

"Mr. Roberts, do you know the'Secret Key of the World'?"

"Slightly heard."

Roberts replied calmly, this is an extremely famous treasure. Many legends about it are widely circulated in the inner world. It is said that it is extremely magical and has incredible power, but it is similar to Roberts's wandering in the inner world and the human world. It doesn't matter to the Demon Hunter, he had no intention of caring about such things in the past. ..

"Do you know what it looks like?"

"...It is said to be a female sculpture made of strange metal."

Roberts thought for a while, and then said, in front of him, the young man nodded, and then slowly told his story.

"Yes, the world only knows that this is a sculpture, but they don't know its essence... It's actually just a treasure chest with one thing stored in it... Mr. Roberts, I said that I used to successfully control everything by relying on technology. Electronic equipment can monitor the entire human world and know countless secrets. Whether it is the Priory, the Freemason, or any secret organization, no life can escape my eyes."

Roberts frowned and couldn't help but said a word.

"cicada?"

"Huh? You also know the "Cicada" plan of the United States of America?" The young man raised his eyebrows, and then nodded as if knowingly.

"Yes, in an operation four years ago, you sneaked into Area 5 with Wendy's assistance and accidentally saw the documents of the'Cicada' project."

Roberts was keenly aware that some text-like reflections flashed through his pupils. This made Roberts involuntarily think of a technology called retinal projection. In theory, it can directly project the impact in front of his eyes. It is said that Google is in Google. A lot of efforts have been made in glasses, but there is not much breakthrough, but he seems to have done it, and he still does not need mature technology of eye equipment...

As for the Cicada Project, it is a highly classified project in the United States of America. Long before the concept of "big data" was born, the United States of America was keenly aware of the value of electronic equipment in intelligence collection, and finally formed an unprecedented ambition. .

Through the collection of big data, we can speculate and calculate the fate of the entire human world.

Human society is a chaotic system, but it is not completely unpredictable, just like the weather. Although no one can predict the trend of every wind, they can also predict the general weather. This plan was named "Cicada" because the cicadas were keenly aware of movement before the wind arrived. The so-called "golden wind did not move the cicadas beforehand." This ambitious plan is constantly maintained by a large number of experts. Add various data and try to improve it.

In the American conception, when the "cicadas" mature, they can predict the trend of human society like a weather forecast, so as to let human society go to the end they expect to see at will. By then, a person with unprecedented dominance A powerful world government will be formed, any rebellion will be predicted, any economic hidden danger will be predicted, and any possible potential threats will be prevented in advance.

In the face of this plan, the implementer believes that any old government organization will not be worth mentioning. Just as the space fleet facing water drops and the ancient army armed with cold weapons against distant artillery, the old concepts are out of date. Relying on the huge number of technologies in the new era will be meaningless.

When Uberto revealed his past, Roberts keenly realized that this was the "cicada" that the US government was struggling to pursue, but... it seemed that someone had already realized this plan ahead of time.

Looking at the thin and thin young man in front of him, it was obvious that he didn't even need a second to kill him, but Roberts didn't dare to think about it, because he felt that he was completely seen through by the other party, as if standing naked. The same in front of each other.

"The United States is indeed a very capable group. They employ a lot of capable people, but it is a pity that monkeys are a group of monkeys after all, and a country composed of monkeys is just a monkey kingdom. There is no high-computing artificial intelligence, no A reasonable model lacks enough information to make the cicada plan nothing more than an ant nest built by ants."

In front of Roberts, the young man sat down again unhurriedly and drank the water in front of him. Although the words were flat, Roberts could still feel the arrogance and arrogance in the other's heart. In his eyes, the United States was nothing but In a country made up of a group of monkeys, the Cicada Project is nothing more than an ant nest.

"In my hands, the Cicada project was truly completed. I built an all-pervasive Skynet, a Cicada that can predict the future."

As he said, he raised his head, looked at Roberts in front of him, and said calmly.

"Mr. Roberts, I know what you are thinking, and you are wondering why I have fallen to this point since I have such power... Right."

Although it was a question, his voice was very affirmative and there was no doubt, and Roberts felt that his eyes seemed to see directly through his heart, which was extremely uncomfortable, but he still had to nod his head.

The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a sardonic smile.

"Monkey's humble opinion."

As he said, suddenly, a TV series in this living room suddenly turned on automatically, and a news was broadcast. Inside, a bald middle-aged man with a big belly was giving a press conference.

"Jambol Brown, a manufacturing giant, does not have his name on the list of the world's richest people, but in fact the invisible assets exceed 20 billion U.S. dollars, and the products produced are sold all over the world."

Talking casually, this thin young man seemed to be talking about what he was eating today.

"Mr. Roberts, let's make a bet on whether he will go bankrupt in one minute."

"I don't understand what you mean."

Mr. Roberts frowned, but behind him, Wendy, who was delicate and keen, seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly showed unbelievable astonishment.

"It seems that Ms. Wendy is much smarter than you... also, after all, it is the secret weapon of the Priory."

The smile on the young man's face became more and more wanton.

The secret weapon of the monastery has not yet reacted from the concepts implied by these words. The TV suddenly went black and an emergency news popped up. The hostess who is very familiar throughout the United States looked serious at this moment. .

"Now we are going to broadcast an urgent news... Just two minutes ago, there was a violent explosion because it contained radioactive substances... We are currently actively contacting Mr. Jamber Brown."

"Two minutes ago, a worker was working intensely on the assembly line, but the cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang, and then he subconsciously wanted to hang up. After all, the factory stipulates that he cannot make calls, but he forgot his cell phone early. It was aging, and occasionally leaked electricity. As a result, when he touched his mobile phone, the current released made him feel numb, and then the mobile phone in his hand flew out and got involved in the machine... It was nothing in itself, but The machine happened to be metal intolerant. The abnormal discharge destroyed the machine... The machine fell on the worker. The panicked person wanted to ask for help, accidentally tripped the power cord, causing a blackout in the entire workshop. ……It’s nothing~www.readwn.com~ but it caused the disorder of the circuit system, which caused the power outages of several workshops at the same time, which is usually a trivial matter. At most, workers were injured or fractured. But it happened that special operations were going on in another workshop. The sudden power outage caused an explosion. Eventually, a large amount of flammable substances stored in a large amount of flammable materials caused an unprecedented explosion, but near this factory is a nuclear power plant... Of course, this manufacturing The industry giant will not go bankrupt for the time being, but those hundreds of thousands of citizens who have contracted radiation sickness will not let him go..."

As he said, the young man showed a smile.

"Mr. Roberts, have you ever heard that interesting fable? A nail is missing and a horseshoe is missing; a horseshoe is missing and a war horse is limped; a war horse is crippled and a king is dead; death I lost a king and lost a battle; I lost a battle and lost a country."

"I don't need wealth and power, because these things are meaningless to me. I can achieve any purpose as long as I want. The seat of the American president is nothing but the seat of the monkey king to me. I stand at the apex of the world. I can easily control the entire world without any action. The world is just a plaything in my hands. This is why I am a nameless world dominator."

"This is my power, the power of the cicada."

Inexplicably, he laughed, laughing so wanton and arrogantly, but with something inexplicable... Roberts knew what it was, it was fear, and he was laughing to drive away the fear and fear in his heart. fear.

"But with this power, I have to hide from Tibet at this moment. Why?"

The pupils of the young man became extremely dark.

"Because I am facing something beyond the world...a god."