Dc Violence -Kun

A mysterious channel, continuous access to important officials from all over the world, nobles, prime ministers, presidents, chairmen, kings, and those who are still alive, there is only one opportunity left.

"The President of the United States connects..."

"The British Prime Minister connects..."

"Australian General Connect..."

"Russian President Connection..."

"The Eastern Chairman connects..."

"King Candado connects..."

"The French President connects..."

"Canada……"

"Saudi..."

"..."

The White House, Oval Office.

Sunlight pierced into the hand-woven red carpet on the ground from the outside, and the sun shone on all the haggard faces of the United States, and his eyes showed a few points of loss.

The President of the United States folded his hands and supported his chin in silence. Seeing the computer screen, all the forces he could fight for were already online, and they had already cooperated with them to prepare for the final fight.

As the connection signals flickered on the screen, the power of the whole world has been gathered here to fight against Pamelo.

"let's start!"

The President of the United States looked at the number of connected channels intently and said.

………………

The Emperor Building, the sun still shines on this glorious building, shining with the most outstanding light.

Luther's office.

The sun shines on the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining a warm light.

Suddenly, a shadow fell from the sky and appeared with the gondola outside the office.

Luther's face was flat and he was looking at the document. The sudden shadow shrouded him, and the warm sun was obscured.

The shadow was long and stretched very long, covering Luthor's bald head, making Luthor's eyes dark.

He took his gaze away from the document, raised his head, and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

The staff cleaning the glass exterior wall, wearing a blue cleaning suit, buckled with a seat belt, standing on the safety cable car that can lift up and down freely.

The eyes are blue, the appearance is rough, the skin is delicate and shiny, the figure is tall, and he has a trimmed beard, and he has good manners with his hands and feet. It can be seen from the surface that he is obviously a person who pays more attention to his personal image.

The glass is one-way, so the staff did not know that Luther was watching him.

Luther looked calm, leaning on the office chair, looking at the cleaning staff, pulling and scratching the glass exterior wall to clean, with rude techniques, scattered eyes, absent-minded.

Luther looked at it for a while, put his hands on the document he was viewing, threw it on the desk, pulled out the drawer, took out a Cuban cigar from the humidor, and inserted it in the pocket of his suit.

He stood up, pushed away the office chair behind his knees, patted the white suit on his body with both hands, tidied up the white suit, and walked calmly out of the office.

He has memories of every cleaner in the Emperor's Mansion. In his memory, there is no man in front of him or anyone who cleans up in such a rude manner. Obviously, this man does not know how to clean.

The trimmed beard and hair roots, and the elastic and shiny skin, all show that this person, pampered, has never done a cleansing behavior.

This is very interesting.

Luther's expression remained unchanged. He took the elevator and went straight down to the first floor. He walked to the remote back door on the side of the Emperor's Building, a safe passage, and a doorway that few people would pass through.

In the process, he met a beautiful female courier and a familiar human resources employee who was originally right-handed, and now he was greeted with a left-handed milk tea. Luther just nodded, not Speak and leave,

He opened the door of the safe passage, and the sun was pouring on him again, without the buffer of the glass curtain wall, the sun was scorching hot, shining on his bald head, it no longer felt warm, but hot and spicy.

Luther walked to a shady corner of the building, near the trash can, and drew the cigar from the white suit, took out a pair of small scissors, cut off one end of the cigar, and threw it into the trash can.

He lit the cigar and smoked silently, glanced sideways at the Emperor Mansion quietly, and continued to smoke the cigar silently.

………

Sky garden.

The sky garden of the Emperor's Building.

Here is beautiful and fresh, with fresh greenery. It is the most famous enjoyment and gourmet mecca on the first floor of the entire Emperor's Building.

Located hundreds of meters high in the sky, accompanied by fresh green plants, the air is clear, you can see the beauty of the metropolis, and you can enjoy all kinds of star-rated food in the world here.

Little Hera is wearing a white princess dress, two porcelain-white calves stepping, her face helplessly pulls a little girl in a black princess dress behind her, the little girl's eyes are shining, watching the famous sky garden passing by her I can’t help holding up the miniature Canon SLR camera NK45 in front of my chest to take pictures of these foods.

"Hey...Hera...you wait..."

The little girl in the black princess dress looked furious. She almost fell and was pulled up by Hera forcibly.

Little Hera was unreasonable, and pulled her straight to a well-positioned seat, where you could see the metropolitan scenery and the scenic location where the distant sky connects to the horizon.

Seeing the scenery, the girl in the black princess dress had no comments. She picked up the camera again and snapped.

Little Hera ordered dozens of star-rated gourmet desserts.

I just picked up my tablet, which was listed with portraits of people from various countries and races.

Seeing that there was no information yet, Little Hera turned the tablet upside down and put it aside.

"I really envy you, Hera, your father is Pamelo."

The little girl in the black princess dress said with admiration and envy.

Hera’s parent at school is Bati.

"It's okay! The old man loves his family more, he is rich, domineering, handsome, kind, sincere, cute, knowledgeable, knowledgeable, talented, rich in learning, civil and military, and majestic. Outstanding conversation, outstanding, superb, energetic, tenacious, far-sighted, perceptive, wise and decisive, unparalleled... Besides, there is nothing special."

Little Hera nonchalantly counted one hundred and seventy-two idioms, and directly stunned the little girl in front of her with an O-shaped mouth.

The little girl with an O-mouthed mouth waited until the dessert was on the table and found out that Hera was making fun of her.

"Your father is not bad too. He is a general. I saw him on TV yesterday."

Little Hera nodded in appreciation.

In her mind, it was really good, and the obedient were really good.

"No, the old man kept stinking his face, controlling me and not allowing me to be a reporter."

The little girl in the black princess dress had an annoyed face and a fierce look.

"When will you let me interview your father?"

The little girl in the black princess dress said with a bitter resentment, white ice cream on the corner of her mouth, and said crisply.

"Not now, he took his fourth wife to play today."

Little Hera said nonchalantly.

"What! The life of the upper class is truly luxurious!"

The little girl was shocked, and quickly took out her little notebook and began to record.

"Talk more, what else?"

‘Beep...’

A warning sound from the tablet.

Little Hera picked up the tablet with a face as usual, and in the little girl's expectant eyes, she said crisply again: "More than that, there are lovers from far away who come to him to settle accounts. He also saves the dead lover..."

Little Hera swiped her finger on the tablet, and her head went dark.

In peace.

Three hundred and ninety-two people died, within the nine clans.

In the White House, the computer screen in front of the President of the United States, the Prime Minister of Sweden disconnected!

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