Mia_Lee_3449

This is an epic story about future world wars and power struggles, entangled with blood and fire. The background takes place in 2059, with the two major camps of the East and the West at opposite ends of the scale. They possess proton weapons capable of destroying the Earth and have both set their sights on each other, with the possibility of doomsday at any moment. Human society is in a precarious state, and any small butterfly flapping its wings could trigger a storm that destroys humanity. Balancing and rebalancing is the goal pursued by L.M.A, and to eliminate all unstable factors and smooth out all small eddies, it is necessary to nip all dangers in the bud. Is this task too difficult? Who is manipulating humanity and the future in a mysterious way? This is a novel that people can afford and absolutely cannot let go of. The super weapons of the two major groups are placed at both ends of the scale, and human society is at risk. Any small butterfly flapping its wings could trigger a storm that destroys humanity. To eliminate all unstable factors and smooth out all small eddies, it is necessary to nip all dangers in the bud. Is this task too difficult? Who is manipulating humanity and controlling the future in a mysterious way?

Butterfly Storm

At night in Moscow, there is no one in the quiet streets. The pouring rain hit every corner of this ancient city, and perhaps Napoleon's soldiers' leather boots had once stepped on the slate floor.

Ian walked out of the phone booth without an umbrella, soaking wet all over. He glanced at the lonely street lamp at the end of the street, facing the empty October Square, and pulled up the collar of his sheepskin hunting suit to block the cold wind.

The bronze statue of Lenin standing on October Square can only be seen in a huge black silhouette in the rain. Ian pressed the duckbill cap on his head in front of the statue, as if saluting or blocking the rain.

I remember this person, over a hundred years ago, he proposed to establish a country where everything is distributed according to needs, everyone is equal, and there is no oppression or bullying. He was a philosopher like king who could make millions of people obey his orders with just the cry of his soul. They once established the world's largest country. However, this country could not last for a hundred years. When it collapsed, the once brotherly people became opponents, and their eyes were full of distrust. Why do people always dream of building a perfect country in the world? Can a perfect country exist? "Ian whispered, as if talking to himself.

Are you testing my politics or philosophy? "The tall man in a black rain coat leaned against the other side of the phone booth, holding a huge black umbrella." I don't have confidence in my philosophy grades, you know philosophy is an elective course in military school

That way, I'll be at ease, "the tall man moved over, his teeth biting the cigar with a flickering light. He placed his umbrella on Ian's head." This is my goodwill towards you, don't think of me as a waiter at the hotel entrance. But to be honest, the organization sent me to assist you, making me feel like a servant. If I were wearing a neat evening gown and a white collar tie, it would be even more like that

I don't need your kindness, "Ian replied coldly," why don't you keep it for yourself

The tall man shrugged and said, "You know what? My friend, you should have more sense of humor. Humor is very good for your mental health! Look at you now, you pretend to be relaxed and say you're watching a bikini wearing beauty sunbathing on the beach in the southern hemisphere, but in fact, you're in Moscow on a rainy day, and only a rough man like me remembers your life and death. You don't have a family, a girlfriend, or even a companion, you're alone

Ian suddenly turned his head and the two of them exchanged a glance. In an instant, both of them took a slight step back. Ian withdrew from under the umbrella, and the tall man's hand without an umbrella was raised to his chest like lightning. The two of them stopped there and looked away from each other.

Ian took a step back and said, "I'm sorry to have startled you. I'm a bit annoyed by my appearance, right? It's like a snake. As soon as you touch it, it jumps up and bites. I'm afraid of the phrase 'alone'

The tall man shrugged his shoulders and remained silent.

Ian walked slowly forward, as if about to leave through October Square. The tall man held an umbrella and silently watched Ian's back.

Because my companions... they are all dead. "Ian suddenly turned around, his whole body soaked, and the rain dripped down his face in strands of hair, leaving droplets all over his face.

He looked at the tall man from a distance, then nodded and continued forward.

The shadow gradually fading away in the rain slowly opened its arms, as if embracing the sky, like a blooming flower. He looked up at the endless rain, with a frozen smile on his face.

Chapter 31: Wolves in the Rain 2