"Your Majesty, it takes seven months to go back and forth from here to the earth. I can bring back 70 ancient tribes, or 120 scenic tribes and Izumo people every month."

Each time, he carries six men and six women in the ancient clan. Each of the flying riders of the Heavenly Creation level is only 250 kilograms, while the women generally have about 100 kilograms. This is a very simple math problem.

The earth's time is seven months, and it can bring back nearly 500 ancient tribes or more than 800 scenic tribes.

Maybe the number of people will increase by half in a year.

It will be of great benefit to developing the territory of Four-leaf Crocodile in the future.

After all, the country can rely on immigration, and can only use robots or hire personnel. Instead, it is better to use the ancient tribe and the Jing tribe. These are all their own people. Although they eat more, they have low wages, fewer requirements, loyalty, and strong strength.

In case the war with the alien race fails in a day, these people can also be used as seeds, which is also a way out.

This is a business and a serious matter.

Compared to returning to Earth, there is a greater benefit to stay here.

As for those damn bastards, as long as the two disciples bring the news back to the martial arts hall, there will naturally be those masters who stay on earth to let those people know what it means: wildfires cannot burn them all, and grass on the grave will grow again!

Ren Baqian felt something was wrong...but it was not important, it was just that!

Otherwise, what did you do if you left a master of immortality and multiple masters of supreme heaven on earth?

Isn’t it just that you can take action to calm down the trouble when there is a situation?

"Go back to Earth and kill people!" The empress is simple and straightforward. For her, nothing is more important than making her feel happy.

Does this require hesitation?

If it was seven years or seventy years, the empress would consider whether to take revenge in person.

Seven months, no need to consider!

"I also think that killing people is more important! The most important thing is to kill someone who wants to frame him with your own hands." Ren Baqian changed his voice, with a look of agreement.

The picture changed, and more than two months later, Ren Baqian opened his eyes again and pushed open the dormant wall.

When I turned on the projector, I saw a huge spaceport with a ring in the dark starry sky in the distance.

Countless lights point out the spaceport, and from time to time a spacecraft enters the airport.

This is a material distribution center from the Earth to the Ceratops.

Now a large amount of supplies have been gathered here to provide logistics for the upcoming expedition!

"Here you back!" Ren Baqian stretched and pushed the door to find Howard Musk: "Do you have encrypted communications to contact the tribe members of the earth?"

"Sorry, only every country has its own encrypted communications at present. At least I can contact the family if I have to go to the moon." Howard Musk looked apologetic.

"I'll give you three days when I return to Earth! Remember, I want all the masters behind the scenes! After that, I know which one I miss, so I will use you to do it!" Ren Baqian's tone was plain, but Howard Musk was creepy.

He knew that the other party did what he said!

"Please rest assured, thank you for giving me this opportunity!" Howard Musk pressed his chest with one hand and bowed.

When I got up again, I was already full of murderous aura on my face.

Those bastards, even if the other party doesn't say it, they will never let them go!

And the bastard who encourages himself to fight for this position!

When the spacecraft arrived at the space station, countless radio waves began to transmit in the solar system.

Previously, in the Ceratops Galaxy, there was only one public information channel, and everyone tacitly did not say this on the public channel.

However, when we arrived at the space station, messages were sent back to the earth.

China.

"It seems like there is a big fuss again." An old man was stunned and frowned slightly.

"Just make a fuss. If something else is changed, maybe I have to discuss it. I wouldn't give up on this matter if it were. Let them go! Some people are also taking it upon themselves!"

Another old man chuckled, closed his eyes and rested after he finished speaking on the rocking chair, while the other middle-aged man pushed the rocking chair and swung back and forth.

The sun never sets.

The queen, who is over 50 years old now, sat in the room, stood in front of the window and posted for a while after receiving the news.

That night more than 20 years ago appeared in her mind again.

"Some people always don't have a memory and always want to provoke people they shouldn't."

"Contact the Prime Minister, the ongoing talks will end. Those people will no longer care about what we are going to talk about."

Germany, Italy: "Stop the joint military exercises between Nato and Citi and withdraw immediately!"

Fighting nation: "Transfer the Northern Fleet to the Bering Strait. Explain? No need to explain! Let them condemn it!"

As long as we can cause some trouble to Citi, we must do it!

Neon: "Stop all the business cooperation that Citi is in talks with! Keep a distance from them."

What happened in the Southern Dynasty?

Oh, the people of the Southern Dynasty knew nothing.

Almost at the same time, major countries in the world stopped all the talks with Citi, canceled all visits, and even the military exercises that had already joined together were evacuated early.

The whole world was in an uproar, and I had no idea what was going on.

It seemed that overnight, the world's second largest country became the target of public criticism and became the enemy of the whole world.

We are isolated?

Countless Citimen were filled with indignation after being stunned.

But how did things become like this?

Countless experts and scholars appeared on the Internet to analyze the situation in the past two days, but no matter how they analyzed it, they could not find the reason.

"What? She is not dead? Why? Why don't those alien bastards be trustworthy?"

"The Gaul rooster also draws a clear relationship with us? OK, you don't need to tell me about this! Why? I don't care, I don't care about anything now!"

Matthew Perry vented wildly in the office with red eyes.

Yes, when he knew that the woman was not dead and stepped onto the spaceship, he knew that he was dead.

What is Citi, what is identity, what is wealth, what family, or what reputation, it doesn’t matter!

He didn't understand why those damn eight-arm alien bastards changed their minds!

Aren't those aliens very powerful?

After a long time, Matthew Perry, who had no strength, collapsed on the chair, his eyes were dull, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses and open the address book.

"That woman is back, the damn alien bastard has changed her mind, we are dead."

"It's not us, it's you! You did this, have you forgotten? Don't worry, your family will live a good life."

"Fuck, fuck, you bastard!" Matthew Perry, full of anger, smashed the communicator.

A middle-aged man in Citigroup said to his side: "Matthew's mission is over, clear out all the clues."

After giving the order, the middle-aged man remembered the conversation he had with his father more than 20 years ago.

"The earth does not need a superman, nor does it need a superman who is not under our control, transcends everything, and can even easily take our lives.

Only then will we be above everyone and control everything, because we are the Mellon family!

She is very powerful, but she is just a person, not a god. With just a small opportunity, we can achieve our goals.

We have enough patience and enough opportunities, we have enough skills and resources to do everything we want to do!

We are Mellon!”

The middle-aged man smiled.

Failed?

No, it doesn't matter.
Chapter completed!