Chapter 551:

A large amount of limestone is formed. Before he could distinguish the details, his eyes were squinted with glare, capturing the characteristics of the rock, and a large plate of gray minerals embedded in the black limestone. The flame sprayed on them, making them blazing, bright white.
The weasel carrying him roughly fell to the ground and took a step back. Regarding him, the Red Guards were divided into groups. I caught a glimpse of hundreds of other numbers. The crowd around him separated. A space was left between him and the other end of the room, and a row of savage red people lined up on both sides of a driveway. Outside of them, there is another group that is more brutal than any person in the foreground.
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Over the entire width of the room, a low wall was raised three to four feet from the floor. It has rude carvings on it. The whole object shimmered slightly golden in the bright light. Outside the semicircular wall, like a group of bronze statues, like the people Li Huai had fought with. Pastor, tender fire. He immediately knew there were more red saints here. They stood still. In the middle of them is another sitting human figure, probably made of pure gold.
His body was yellow and gleaming, in stark contrast to the black metal straps worn by the soldiers. On his head was a round, sharp hat with gems shining.
It's clear at a glance. He knew that the copper corpses were not wrapped in metal, because the copper meat that fought with him sank under his blow. Their skin is coated with a layer of preparation, which is undoubtedly heat-resistant, and the golden skin must undergo the same treatment to some degree.
His thoughts passed quickly. The face of the sitting figure attracted his attention, a white face, milky white, so white, almost chalky!
Or Li Badi, who was breathless for a second, was full of speechless hope. The white men he dreamed of looked at him kindly. They are human beings of another race, but human. Then, under the chalky white face, he discovered the ugly features of the red rat, and knew that the white face was as fake as the golden body.
But he is their leader. He is an important person. When he saw the number rise, Larson began to stride forward. In the first move, the hands of every red person in the room were thrown into the air. They salute firmly. Even the copper arm of the priest flickered upward. There were also "--!" a thousand sharp voices shouted. "--!--!"
Stopped, and then walked slowly forward, a naked man of high society, between two movable walls formed by a person of hidden race.
"--," he was thinking. "He is the person I saw who came back to their temple. When they knew we were coming to see him, they avoided. He is the big boss here, it's okay."
He won't stop and move forward steadily until his hands stop on the golden barrier. Strange thoughts hovered in his mind. --, he is facing--, the king of a kingdom, located ten miles or more below the surface of the earth, this devil's place is more real and terrifying than myths and legends describe. Moreover, he, Dean Lee Hoi, alone, in a sensible and civilized world, millions of people like him are lying here, standing in front of a golden barrier, one is for justice and mercy Know nothing about the court.
The ideas of communicating with them are mixed with other unformed plans in his racing thinking. Sign language-He has spoken to Indians; he may be able to convey some ideas. He fearlessly encountered the fierce scrutiny of the opponent, and then, waiting for him to make the first progress, let his eyes cast a closer range. He couldn't see his clothes, and the radio and pistol in his pocket spread out on the metal shelf, starting to be surprised.
They have always been curious about them. Think this is a good sign. Maybe his interpretation of what he saw was wrong. For him, he may not have real hope, but it may be that these demons have poured into his own world in large numbers, which is just a threat in his own imagination.
His eyes saw the gaze that had never left him again. The eyes are just white repelling the black spots on the face. The round mouth opened, making a harsh howling.
In the complete silence of the large room, a dark-skinned priest quickly moved backward. There are boxes, a large number of metal things dotted with bright jewelry. The priest shook off one of them with a loud jingle.
The room was warm, the muscles stiffened by the cold, and the stiffness came from within him. dream! He used to think they dreamed of those who marched by the thousands and others who returned. He dared to hope that he would avoid the invasion of this inhumane tribe.
Now, he knew that his worst imagination was far from enough. He clearly saw his destiny. Because the pastor who came back was holding a high-altitude thing, a terrible thing, and a body was scorched. On it, a head fell awkwardly. The hair is sandy. Half of it has burned to the scalp in the withering flame. Below, from the invisible eyes, stared at the face of the man who was once the Sheriff of Cocos County.
"-73 is clear!"
Of course you can fly? "Governor Drake demanded.
Smith nodded. "Unlimited license-all levels."
They spent the night in the administration building, and now the governor suddenly broke into the room where Smith and his father had just finished getting dressed. The two had a deep conversation, and the Governor's entry interrupted their conversation.
The governor said: "I am serving you." "I want you to go to the third game. A fast reconnaissance plane-National Guard equipment-will be ready for you -"
Conclusively, he broke and stared suspiciously at the newspaper in his hand, a radio message. The governor paused and said, "I'm such a devil." Then:
"I have no doubt about your sincerity," he told Smith. "I didn't see you until yesterday, but your father's "" is 100% with me. The old "" has gone through a lot of waste with me." His frowning eyes relaxed for a moment, and that The old man exchanged blinking glances.
"No, it's not like that," he added, "but..." He stared at the fragile paper again.
"What are you thinking, Bill?" Smith asked senior. "The things the boy told us were crazy"-he placed a hand on Smith's shoulder affectionately-"but he is a poor liar, Gordon is, and knowing his weakness, he usually sticks to the truth . At home, you know. If there is something on your crops, Bill, please cough."
Congressman William Drake also obeyed. He ordered: "Listen to this." He read from the newspaper in his hand:
"\'Respond to your inquiry about Seven Palms. Some Indians did this job. No help is needed. I can handle it. With organizational skills, we are leaving now.-Cocos County Sheriff Jack Donner’s signature."
"This sounds very real," Smith said blankly. "I met the sheriff."
"Now, if the Indians are robbed, come down from the reserve, burn seven palm trees and clear your camp," Governor Drake began.
"No!" Smith interrupted him warmly. "I told you-" He felt his father's hand grip his shoulder tightly.
"Stable," Senior Smith said. "Let him talk, son."
The Governor said: "Three months from now, elections are held, you know they are chasing me hard. Let me make a wrong move-just a mistake-anything that the opposition can use to laugh at, and me The goose is cooked."
Oden Smith took his father's bound hand and took the first step. Even when tanned in the desert sun, his face was extremely pale.
"Election it!" He exploded. "Dean Lee was captured by those red demons-he was there, the whitest white man I have ever seen! I have been to the sheriff; now I come to you! What you mean is to tell me that I am not like this I have the ability to support me under the following conditions—"
He stopped. His uncontrollable voice trembled.
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