Unexpectedly, the topic of China applying for more than 4,000 patents did not spread. However, China's underworld did not take the next steps.

Some competition is silent and deadly. And not to mention retreating, it is impossible to even make way for a gap.

The pulse of the times, whoever pinches it will be the master of this world. Faced with such competition, you don’t even need to speak or speak harshly. You just need to work hard and run forward with all your strength.

Even if you run a moment earlier than your opponent.

For example now.

Eleven years ago, at the Nara Conference, the topic of new energy appeared in front of all ghosts for the first time.

Ten years ago, during the Apocalypse debate, the underworld of China came up with decisive evidence, but it made the entire academic community full of doubts. It is impossible to see the underworld of China approaching the next era, jointly launched the Prometheus plan, and this technological competition that lasted for more than ten years began.

No one announced the beginning.

No one declared this to be a technological competition.

But...every side is trying their best to move towards the finish line. Since it has started, money will be smashed into it without life. The seemingly cold war atmosphere has come to this day, and someone finally rings the first bell.

It's the underworld of China again.

Perhaps, this is a reminder. Remind you...noon has arrived, and the time to take the line is here.

Perhaps, this is a way to admit defeat - if the research and development fails, then you can get patents. As long as the patent is in hand, we can tolerate you getting new energy, but we must also share some of the benefits.

There were not many death gods who knew about this. However, no one spoke, nor did they move. Because they also knew that at this point, all the actions and condemnations were useless.

Since the underworld in China dares to move, then... it must be true!

If the sword is unsheathed, blood will be revealed!

"But... I don't know whose blood it is..." Greece occupied the territory, the underworld of Paris, the old French capital. In a building that seemed very old, an old man sighed silently. He stood up and nodded to the person opposite: "I understand."

"Thank you for your understanding." Standing opposite him were a dozen bodyguards in suits. The man in the center was about two meters tall. He was covered in thick blond hair, with a striking beard and thin.

He was also wearing a suit, but the suit could not cover up the bulging muscles under his clothes. It looked extremely incompatible with his thin body. However, no one at the scene could laugh.

Ipaminunda.

More than 300 BC, it was he who defeated the invincible Spartan legion at that time. He was known as the most dazzling general in ancient Greece, the initial stage of the God of Death. It was also him who broke through the gates of France during the Greek war of aggression. The famous Teutonic Knights did not resist the Greek army like the peak. In the end, France became one of the territory of Greece.

Today, France is called the West Frankish Province.

Ipaminunda continued: "This is your obligation. We are not forcing anyone. There are still one year and ten months left before GTO begins. Before every international event, the World Organization needs to go to the venue to confirm that the other party does have the specifications to hold. Isn't it?"

"Yes." The old Yin Ling smiled bitterly: "But the scheduled time is still four months..."

"Time doesn't matter. What matters is whether it is needed or not." Ipamionda nodded deeply, stretched out his broad hand and held the other party's palm, and patted it gently: "Everyone, I'm looking forward to your news."

After saying that, he walked towards the gate without looking back. The ghost soldiers retreated completely in an instant as if the tide was pouring into the whirlpool.

The whole room became quiet again.

Dang... Dangdang... At this moment, the clock from get off work

The sound rang out. The old man sighed, packed his luggage, and walked out of the hall.

On the familiar road, cars pulled by Yin beasts on the road were driving rapidly. This point was always filled with pedestrians. He familiarly walked around the back of the GTO office building. There was a large stable there. As a decent Yin spirit, he naturally had his own carriage.

He was not walking quickly. When he turned around the building, he couldn't help but hold it on the wall and sighed.

Something is going to happen...

And it is definitely not a small matter! It is a huge matter!

His soul trembled for no reason, and only in places where such people could not see it, would he dare to tremble gently.

During an avalanche, no snowflake can survive.

As one of the directors of GTO, he can see too many economic contexts. These contexts make him feel more and more heartbroken. He even resigned to his superiors a few months ago, but he did not get approval.

His fist was silently pinched, his forehead was pressed against the fist, and his fist leaned against the wall. His teeth were biting tightly. In his mind, many things that happened this year quickly passed by: Ten months ago, the Russian underworld suddenly loosened and stopped delivering tea to Japan.

It is a major tea consumer country, with only two regions in the world, Japan and China.

Russian underworld produces a kind of tea produced only in extremely cold areas: frozen frost jade dew. Of course, Russian ghosts are not good for this, but it does not prevent them from selling at sky-high prices in Chinese and Japanese underworlds.

Now, exports to Japan are no longer available, where do they plan to export?

No conclusion.

Because...they are not exported to any region!

Eight months ago, the five Nordic countries began to hoard Sinanshi. No... Not only them, Sinanshi in major regions has begun to be acquired by some companies one after another. Without going to the world trade platform, it is considered to be an acquisition between companies - at least this seems to be true for outsiders.

He initially thought it was the case.

It was not until the Egyptian underworld threw a survey report on his face that he realized that 80% of Sinanshi flowed into Asia! All the people entering were vassal states of China!

Seven months ago, the underworld in China increased iron ore trade, and the three major iron ore in Africa suddenly increased their production by 200%! Ships passed through the Red Sea and entered the Indian Ocean, even if they were stopped by the underworld in Egypt for several months. It was the time when they finally couldn't stop them, and they entered South Asia.

It is also in the category of underworld in China!

Six months ago, five months ago... four months ago... one after another, the economic mobilization with a calm expression, and the export regulation that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye... the whole world seemed to come alive, no... every cell came alive, silently making some tacit layout.

Things happen every month! It happens continuously! It's like a tsunami gradually rising sea, just waiting for the day when it erupts!

No one said the word "war", but at this moment even he felt a deep chill.

What is going to happen in this world...?

"Sir." A voice came from behind him: "I'm afraid there will be a storm tonight. Wouldn't you get on the carriage?"

"No, no need." The old Yin Ling shook his head dejectedly. He couldn't figure out why, but he was only sensing it with his intuition that had been sitting in the World Trade Organization for too long. It was an extremely dangerous sensing, even surpassing the famous Egyptian credit collapse crisis three hundred years ago and the depreciation of Drakmar in Greece seven hundred years ago.

Before any world-class crisis comes, countless abnormal appearances will surely appear. Now... all of them are...

He sighed again, just about to straighten his body. But at this moment, his body suddenly paused.

The one I just spoke was a woman.

But... his coachman is a man!

Moreover, the coachman will never ask what the car is mainly doing!

So...who is behind me?

He swallowed hard, and when he turned around, he saw a woman in a kimono.

It was so beautiful that the elderly ghost's pupils were full of her. However, the woman bowed respectfully and slowly moved away, revealing an unimaginable scene behind her!

Bang... The old ghost's handbag fell to the ground and looked in front of him with dumbfounded eyes.

Dozens of bodyguards.

Uniform suits and ties. They lean behind the pillars of the stables, squat in the surrounding trees, or hide in the shadows of buildings. The hidden places are different, the only thing that is the same is...

The arms and crossbows in their hands were aimed at the old man in one go!

However, the old man was not shocked for these things!

He didn't even feel scared, but was shocked, staring blankly at the three old men in the center of the bodyguard.

They were already very old, like zombies who were about to die. They were wearing very easy-going clothes. They were all sitting in wheelchairs, pushed by a powerful ghost from Kong Wu behind them, and slowly drove towards him.

"This is impossible..." The old man's voice was trembling, and he subconsciously looked back at the building.

Ipaminunda was there just now! How did these people hide the eyes of a god of death waiting here?

If Ipaminunda knew they were here, she would never allow herself to meet them!

"Listen, Pierkun." An old man in the center took the lead in opening his mouth, and his gem-inlaid walking stick gently paused on the ground: "I want you to tell me why Ipaminunda is looking for you. And... I want the world in the past year... especially the detailed information of all the incoming and outgoing supplies in South Asia!"

"Who and who are with whom, where, what transactions have been made, when, and who are the participants! Just give me more details! Do you understand?"

Pierkun opened his mouth and moved the Adam's apple with difficulty.

No... this is illegal! He wanted to shout like this, but he couldn't say a word.

Because, these elderly ghosts are all aware of them in GTO!

The contemporary owner of the Tianping Holy Treasure Consortium, Fujii Hirahachiro.

The contemporary leader of the Apaus Consortium, Faisal Ibn Abdul Aziz.

Archbishop Antonios, the contemporary lord of the Psalm Consortium.

"We don't have time to waste with you. We come here in person just don't want anyone to know that we have been here. Because... you know... our quasi-artifacts are embedded in the soul. Only it can hide from all the gods of death. This is no secret."

Pierkun's lips opened and then opened, and finally he plopped and sat down softly. He hugged his head in pain and whispered: "What's going on...what's going to happen? What's wrong with this world?!"

No one answered.

After a long time, the old man on the left smiled and said hoarsely: "It is worthy of being a ghost who has been sitting at the Gto Director for hundreds of years. His sense of smell is indeed keen."

He stretched out his hand, and the bodyguard behind him, who was so tall that he was not as human as a human, immediately supported the other party. He stood up with a cane, his smile was a little hideous: "Of course it's a big deal..."

"The wheel of history has hit us again. This time...if it is not done well, even we will be wiped out... Even the four Changs will fall from the altar... Are you serious enough?"

"So..." He walked to the other side, inserted his cane into Pierkun, and penetrated it three inches of the soil. The sound was filled with a hint of urgency.

"We are really, we really don't have time to listen to your refusal. What do you think?"

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