A little fat, but well maintained hand, tightly pulled a few pieces of paper on his hand and trembled.

    It can be seen that the owner of this hand must be treated with respect at ordinary times. His nails are carefully trimmed. On his thick fingers, the only trace is a slight yellow cocoon left by a cigar.

    Ruby Cufflinks without any impurities on the wrist, exquisite and elegant classical mechanical watches, even neat, soft and textured cloth, and extremely fit Cufflinks all explain that the owner of this hand must be elegant and slow in doing things in line with his identity, pointing out rivers and mountains, and determining the lives of millions of people.

    But now, this hand seems to be out of control. The hand that instructs the servant, the hand that twists the fruits of other people''s labor and dislikes it like garbage, and the noble, noble hand that is always in the center of people''s sight trembles like an out of control. Even a few thin pieces of paper are as heavy as a mountain.

    "Absurd! Ridiculous! Arrogant! Who does he think he is? What is he? He can challenge us?" the voice of rage and fear sounded, as if it contained endless resentment and deep fear. "Apocalypse, who is he? He is just a clown who never knows where to jump out. He also deserves to question us. Does he also want to challenge us?"

    "Does he know our power? The gold inlaid on my toilet can kill him! Does he know what kind of power he provoked? I want to teach him a lesson, a lesson for those maniacs! Fusion nuclear energy? High-energy battery? I want to buy it and do whatever I want! I want the world to use electricity, so they can use it!"

    Saif forgot his current identity. He fantasized that he would smash the American General Electric Company with money and look at those arrogant and damn people lying at his feet and licking the soles of his shoes. As before, American energy enterprises flattered him and did whatever he wanted, a nine-year-old girl, or anything more crazy.

    "I want to reward his life first. I want to see that guy''s head. What apocalypse, without the protection of the government, he is nothing. This world is our world. I want to expose the ridiculous lies of the United States. How can nuclear fusion succeed? How dare it succeed?" Saif got up fiercely, his beard trembled, and he had no time to tidy up his scarf, Just before the video phone.

    "There are more than one billion people in the world who depend on the petroleum industry, and more people rely on ethylene and petrochemical industry. The automobile industry, plastic industry and aerospace industry are the world of oil and our world. We stipulate it and control it. If we don''t want to die together, we have to listen to us!" Saif said hysterically with red eyes.

    In such a state, almost all the people in the hall exist. Saif is not the most extreme of them. These well-dressed people in robes and suits run around like headless cockroaches, talking nonsense about things they can''t understand, and great fear devours their hearts.

    They used to have the influence of stamping their feet and shaking the world. They had the brilliant achievements of launching the first and second oil crisis, setting off the economic crisis and seriously damaging the world economy. They used to be the elites who affected the world. Countless people worked hard all their lives to be slaves and make money for them. Countless human elites broke their heads, Just want to have dinner with them.

    Their taste is fashion and their hobby is fashion. They dig out the dark wealth underground and sell it to the world at the price of gold. They enjoy the most luxurious and wanton life. They don''t have to learn but have skills, work hard, open and innovate. They are born noble!

    This seems to be a natural axiom. They have power, they are excellent, and they have drawn a deep ditch between themselves and ordinary people.

    But all this ends in one person''s hands.

    He knocked nobility out of the world and fell into the mud, making everything ridiculous.

    Saif looked at the old king in the video and murmured, "father, we are trying to find a way. There are so many friends. There will always be someone to solve all this. The world economy is closely related to us, and no one dares to ignore this threat. Apocalypse is nothing. No matter how dangerous he is, he is just a person."

    "No!" across from the video, the king looked numbly at the video and said, "he''s not just a person!"

    "Father, the world is standing with us. Yesterday, the Secretary of state also told me that the United States is our strong backing, and the Apocalypse is just a dog released by the Americans, just like * *. Now he has touched the line, he is killing himself!" Saif said excitedly, "we don''t even have to fight. A large number of people will want to kill him!"

    The king looked at him with a strange look that Saif had never seen before. It was a deep despair and helplessness. Saif Cheng had seen similar eyes in the eyes of those lifeless refugees. At this moment, he even wondered whether his father was opposite?

    "Saif!" sighed the king.

    Saif made a respectful gesture of listening.

    "Let''s pray to the Lord!" Saif looked at his father and the noble old man in shock, abandoned his gorgeous carpet and his comfortable cushion, knelt on the hard marble, his ass facing the sky and crawled on the ground.

    Hearing his father, he said a different prayer and whispered:

    "Yazlar! Forgive us!"

    Saif finally determined that his father was crazy, which seemed to be a good thing. As the only one of his father''s hundreds of sons who discovered it, he had a great possibility to inherit his father''s position. But Saif had already forgotten this, and he looked at the screen trembling.

    Beautiful orange pupils.

    If this is a beauty, Saif will marry that woman back for his simple and sacred eyes. Anyway, he can marry countless wives. The blasphemy will make his blood boil.

    But now, he just wants to kneel down.

    With smooth curves, wide wings, and that strange creature in scales, when entering gracefully from the door, the shock of death is accompanied by Saif, the awe of the upper level of the food chain to the lower level, the nobility of wisdom to ignorance, and the sanctity of purity to complexity.

    There is only one word that can describe the creature in front of us - the angel of death!

    "Yazlar! Forgive us!" Saif wailed.

    At the same time, Saif''s father, the old man crawling on the ground, turned into a light and integrated into the aura of the angel of death. Every cell and old body are like cold ice in hot water, quietly melting in the reflected sunlight of that creature.

    Like nirvana, a smaller creature flew out of the sun, with a slender body, cold orange pupils, and a body shape full of killing and death. The two creatures gently looked at Saif opposite the video, made him experience a second like a nightmare, then spread their wings and disappeared into the sky.

    Seeing the sacred scene in the sun, Saif was only confused and afraid: what just happened? What happened to the king?

    This deep fear made him lose all his mind of confrontation. He stumbled and pushed away the people who came up to stop him. He was distracted and scared. He trembled, curled up on the ground and uttered a uncontrollable cry.

    "That''s alien!" a voice came to his ears. Saif looked up and saw an ordinary big boy standing in front of him and holding him. His body smelled of poor people, which Saif hated most, but the boy was confident and looked directly into his eyes.

    "Who allowed you to come in! This is private territory, get out!" Saif said as if conditioned.

    He seemed to annoy the boy. He saw the white man stand up and say to him in a tone Saif would never want to hear again in his life: "do you still think it was the past? Wake up! The Apocalypse has destroyed all of you. He has interrupted any proud place of you and the backbone of your nation."

    "You can''t stand and talk to me anymore!"

    "The oil is gone!"

    Saif heard the last sentence. His expressionless face and expressionless eyes suddenly burst into great anger and ferocity, "what do you say? What do you say? Ridiculous, absurd, what is oil? Do you understand, Luther? You''re just a..."

    "Oil has been destroyed!" the young man interrupted Saif. "The output of eight floors and the reserves of five floors in the world have been destroyed! The oil is over! The oil industrial system is over! Your country and nation are over!"

    "Nonsense! You put your shit!" Saif looked ferocious. He grabbed the man''s collar and tried his best to mention him.

    The man''s hand was like an iron hoop, firmly tied Saif''s hand and said with a sneer: "do you know the apocalypse? Do you understand his horror? Maggots rotting in the dust dare to be noble. You rot eating maggots, I tell you, the Apocalypse destroyed you. He strangled your lifeblood like a worm."

    "We can deal with him, we can destroy him! He is just a person, what is he?" Saif struggled.

    "Fool! Open your eyes and see! He is not a person. He is a disaster, the ultimate test of mankind. The Apocalypse of the end. All mankind and the world are fighting against him. The whole American continent trembles in his shadow. He is the enemy of the world, the destroyer, the Apocalypse, the nightmare of our life and the nightmare of civilization!"

    The young man looked directly into Saif''s eyes and sneered, "what can you do, little bug?"

    "Tremble in his shadow!"

    "Why? Why did he do this? What is the alien? What happened to the oil?" Saif finally calmed down and was at least willing to think with his head.

    "You''re in the way! Insects! So, you were crushed to death. It''s so simple. All power, strength, effort and wisdom are as weak as insects in front of that man, and finally crushed into slag. As for the different species, they are the famine messengers under the apocalypse, which brought fatal famine."

    "Energy famine!"

    "They build nests on oil, multiply hyphae, extract carbon and chemical energy, evolve, survive and reproduce, and then destroy your country like crushed eggs, as well as the troops sent by the United States and oil tycoons. In only one day, we can see that they have changed from animals to gods."

    All this filled Saif''s mind with chaotic things. He didn''t know or even understood what the man said. The oil was destroyed! This news broke his backbone. Without oil and money, their country and nation will be a nightmare, a deep nightmare.

    Deep fear engulfed his heart. Saif never considered what kind of despair, luxury and flashiness would be in a world without oil, which would burst in an instant. There would be no oil, no industrial system, no working people, and long-term luxurious living habits. Their country and nation would be more miserable than the refugees now.

    A desert without resources. Instantly become another, the most terrible poor area. Their wealth will become the fattest lamb in the mouth of several big countries and consortia. Their fate will be more miserable than the Dalits in India. Thinking of this, Saif''s heart has never been so calm. Others can''t take care of it, but he can never fall into this situation.

    The education he received made his mind clear.

    "Who are you? Tell me what''s your purpose?" Saif resumed his appearance as an elite and began to calmly consider his own interests.

    "My name is Jean! Come to look for someone who supports me to defeat the Apocalypse! You have seen the last side of the king and the most favorable heir, the future Lord of the royal family, and I need your support!" Jean faded, and his green and astringent once as an ordinary young man showed his freedom and confidence in Saif.

    The terrified elites, politicians and Saif''s people in the hall do not know that the end has come! At least for them, their wealth, their power, everything they are proud of and noble, are crushed into the dust by a shadow. What is waiting for them will be a nightmare, a national nightmare.

    Gene looked at these elites who were disguised as noble elites before he died and showed a very malicious smile. He thought happily: "what about wealth? What about power? If he didn''t know the future and the general trend, he would be crushed and fall into hell!" he looked maliciously at those people who were high in the past, showing their confusion and fear.

    Imagine the despair on their faces when they heard the news.

    In my ears, I heard the voice of an old man, a child, a man, a woman, a saint and a sinner: "no one is born noble, and we will be king!"

    Gene thought in a trance: This is the age of man, the age of man as king. The king must break his sword first! But we will be king! This is our time. Let the nobility and power of the past be destroyed in the flame of the future!