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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

The black Volvo sedan came to a sudden stop in front of the Hall of Honor, and the secretary holding a page of fax letters got out of the sedan and rushed in. The guard was about to rush up to stop him, but he stopped him with gestures and eyes. This young man, who graduated from the law department of Oxford University, is usually kind and low-key, always bowing his head and following behind the president. However, at this moment, he looked stern and irresistible.

The secretary went up to the second floor, stopped and took a deep breath, fell silent for a moment, and gently knocked on the door of the small office. Please come in, "the gentle voice of the old man came from inside.

The secretary cautiously pushed open the door and saw an old-fashioned desk lamp with a green lampshade on the antique office desk. The somewhat chubby president sat calmly behind the desk, huddled in a comfortable chair, with his hands crossed over his slightly bulging belly, as if thinking.

Mr. President, I have brought an urgent letter from your advisory team, "said the secretary.

Is it about our operation in Fernan? "The president asked.

Yes, all consultants strongly demand that you immediately order the termination of this operation, otherwise if the truth is exposed, it will have an unpredictable impact on France's image, and of course, the impact on you personally will be even more serious! "The secretary lowered his voice, but was extremely resolute." The consultants hope to see you immediately. This is a joint letter they have faxed over

The president smiled kindly, took the letter, but didn't look at it and placed it on the table. "Tocqueville, I am very grateful for your concern for me personally," he said

He paused for a moment and said, 'Thank you sincerely. However, the truth you have speculated about is still far from the truth. Unfortunately, I cannot say too much to you, as it will have a very negative impact on your personal future. If you don't make the same mistakes as me, you will be an excellent politician in the future.'

The old man seemed somewhat emotional. 'This time, we are not assisting L.M.A., but rather trying to reverse our own mistakes. Therefore, we have mobilized the combat troops of the Secret Service. This large-scale secret operation is probably the only one in history.'. But we don't have a choice, which I have been thinking about for a long time. I assure you that my judgment is rational and cautious. French politicians throughout history have always made mistakes, worshiping illusory things and always harboring a certain romanticism, wanting to turn illusory worship into reality. "

He scratched his sparse eyebrows with his fingers, showing an apologetic expression. 'I think I've always been a rational person, but in the case of Fernandes, I made the same mistake as other politicians. We shouldn't cooperate with L.M.A., we shouldn't covet the power we can't manipulate, and now is the last chance to erase this mistake.'. "

Mr. President... "The secretary felt that all the reasons he had prepared were now redundant. The kind old man scratched his eyebrows apologetically in front of him, but it was like an impenetrable wall. I won't read the letters from the advisors anymore. This letter belongs to me and I just prepared it. Please make it public on my behalf. "The president handed an envelope.

The secretary hesitated as he looked at the letter in his hand.

The resignation letter is from me and the entire government that I am responsible for forming the cabinet. Instead of waiting for someone to impeach me or for the truth of this matter to be exposed and spat on in the face years later, it is better to resign early. "The President smiled, his smile aging," And the actions of the Secret Service must not stop

Honor Hall; The main hall of the É lys é e Palace is usually used for receiving foreign heads of state.

Chapter 34: Burning Heaven -3