Let Go Of That Primordial Man

PS: It seems that the uncle really doesn't know how to write the plot of the city's pretense and slap in the face, so in the future, try to minimize it. In case the uncle writes a little bit, please don't pay attention to it.

The basement level of the Camry Supermarket, the busiest business district in the base city of Shanghai, is the next level of the basement with a lot of people.

Except for a very few people who know that there is actually a floor with an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters under what should be the bottom underground parking lot.

This floor was expanded little by little after the building was completely completed; therefore, apart from those constructors who were concealed like mice and a few managers, there was no Know this shocking secret.

In this tens of thousands of square meters of hidden underground, ten extremely exquisite low palaces in the style of an island country were built; the palaces are surrounded by all kinds of exquisitely cultivated flowers and plants, which appear to have a quaint flavor.

However, to build such an exquisite small palace complex under the condition of secrecy, and even try to simulate the natural environment so that a large number of flowers and plants can survive, one can imagine the huge price paid Know.

Among them, the noble status of the characters living here can also be seen from it...

In one of the largest palaces, a pale and frightening middle-aged man was kneeling and sitting in front of a small table, eating the special food in front of him with great concentration.

Kneeling in front of him are more than a dozen men of different ages, but all the people in the hall have one thing in common; their clothes are quite weird, and only those who have in-depth research on this aspect can take a look at them. It can be seen that this is not an island country that has long since perished, isn't it a traditional robe?

The figure of the middle-aged man is quite thin. Even if he tried his best to straighten his back when he was kneeling, he was still quite short; visually, he was less than 1.6 meters tall, even a hundred years ago. Not too tall, but now that his physical fitness is soaring, he is simply a severely disabled man.

Just like that, such a scene appeared in the low hall, a dozen men of different heights, fat and thin sat there kneeling, silently looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, enjoying the special food : A slender, round, thick air-dried animal whip weighing more than a few catties.

Cut with a sharp table knife, the top of the animal whip was cut into a thin oval piece.

Then the middle-aged man picked up the thin piece with the exquisite ivory chopsticks at hand, and after a little salt was stained in an antique porcelain dish, he stuffed it directly into his mouth, and chewed vigorously. .

Immediately, an expression of intense enjoyment and intoxication appeared on the pale face of the middle-aged man, and even a trace of abnormal flush appeared.

After a long time, he sighed: The extremely beautiful and miraculous food is a gift from God Amaterasu to his people; it's a pity that such things are ruined by these Chinese people.

Chinese people use these fetishes to stew soup, which is the greatest blasphemy against them; only by eating them raw, the most traditional way of eating in the island country, can they taste the fetishes to the maximum extent, the original natural delicacy, and not waste them All the energy contained in it.

As soon as his voice fell, those who sat under him nodded in agreement and echoed it.

A short and fat old man said: Your Majesty, your statement is too correct; it's just that we subordinates are incompetent, so we can only get you one of these fetishes to nourish your body.

The middle-aged man known as the island emperor waved his hand generously to show that he didn't care.

He even made a little joke: It's a blessing to get one of such a fetish, how can it be eaten as food, I am afraid that only the sons of the gods who are blessed by the gods of the heavenly kingdom of God can have such good luck Right! As the son of Amaterasu, I'm afraid I'm a little bit worse.

As soon as His Majesty the Island Emperor finished speaking, Master Niu, who is said to be the son of the gods thousands of miles away, was sleeping soundly with his legs raised high on the desk, drooling uncontrollably. Know.

What's more, he didn't know that some of the great tonics given to old doctor Chen were given away by old doctor Chen, which eventually caused him big trouble.

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In fact, this group of small underground palaces is the secret headquarters of the Restoration of the Islands; the crowded supermarket above them is just a cover they use to cover up the movement of people and supplies.

And that His Majesty the Island Emperor is just the remnant of the island royal family who escaped by luck under the attack of mutant beasts; it was he who organized a group of diehard members of the island nation and established the so-called Island Restoration Organization.

They fantasized about rebuilding their island nation in Huaguo, and even ruled the land completely like a snake swallowing an elephant.

Relying on the inhuman and cautious character of the islanders, they have not let the security bureau of Huaguo discover the location of their headquarters after all these years. It has to be said that it is no small miracle...

After a long time, His Majesty the Island Emperor wiped out about one-tenth of the animal whip. Then, under his signal, a maid with a pale face painted with rice flour hurriedly trotted in, solemnly Put away the rest of the animal whip.

At this time, the Island Emperor started today's court discussion with his subordinates.

First of all, the Island Emperor asked: About the information sent by Kazuo Takeda's family, have you implemented it? Does the secret place that is said to be rich in products and extremely suitable for the founding of the country really exist?

That chunky old man was also the number two figure in the Island Nation Restoration Organization, with a puppy in the name of the Prime Minister of the island country on his head.

After hearing the words, he hurriedly returned: After the full collection of our intelligence department, the Mei Agency, and the analysis of the obtained intelligence, that place does exist, and it is even better than we expected before; because His Majesty the Island Emperor, you just now The edible fetish should also be produced by myself.

After hearing the news, the Island King, who was originally calm, immediately became frantic: Then what are you waiting for, quickly find a way to find it, and then completely control it.

The little dog smiled wryly: The problem is that according to the information, the secret force currently occupying that location is quite good in terms of strength. They all have at least one War God powerhouse, so...

No reason. The Island Emperor suddenly roared nervously: It's just a God of War powerhouse! You must understand the significance of that place to the great cause of the restoration of the country, and send our God of War powerhouses to go out. If one is not enough, two , or three, you must get it at any cost.

Amid the roar of the Island Emperor, his subjects nodded their heads heavily, accepting this order!