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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

On the night of December 25, 2045, at the printing factory of the Belgian newspaper group.

The phone in the duty room rang, and the old man who was dozing off listening to the musical picked it up almost angrily. 'Who is it? It's midnight on Christmas!'

The voice coming from the other side of the phone was equally strong, 'Listen, Vavray, I don't care if you reluctantly work overtime on Christmas Eve. I want to know if our new European standard map will start printing tomorrow?'

The old man paused for a moment, then changed his slightly flattering voice and said, "Mr. Director, have you not fallen asleep yet

Printing? Or not printing? "The person on the other end of the phone must be speaking sternly at this moment.

Yes, yes, those maps will be printed tomorrow, and you will be able to see the first batch of finished products within three days

We must urgently make some modifications. There are some new changes on the political map. I just received a notice that a satellite city called Fernan, which we just added to the database, has had its development plan cancelled due to an unexplained explosion at the construction site. That means you have to erase that city now, and it will only be a wasteland in the future

Oh my god, a big explosion? This is terrible

Alright, Vavray, don't talk nonsense. The planned city of F ä rnz, located at 48-45 degrees north latitude and 9-35 degrees east longitude, no longer exists on the officially published and approved European administrative map from today onwards. I think I have made it very clear! "The director's voice carried an unquestionable dignity." Your job is to draw the correct map

The director of the European Bureau of Standards hung up the phone.

In the office of the European Bureau of Standards in Belgium, the director fell silent for a moment before picking up the phone again and dialing a number.

Hello, "a low male voice came from the phone.

Hello, Doctor, the task you entrusted has been completed, "the director's voice was cautious and restrained.

The phone was quiet, with no one speaking.

Doctor? "The director felt a little uneasy from the bottom of his heart." Doctor, are you still listening to the phone

Sorry, I'm not in a good mood, "the person on the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment." What is about to be erased is my youth. Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Director. Unfortunately, I am currently facing an internal inquiry and cannot express any more gratitude to you at the moment

Youthful era? "The director slammed the microphone fiercely," You idiots with wild imaginations

The huge printing factory of the Belgian newspaper group echoed with the roar of Old Vavray: "Alan! Alan! Get up! We need to turn on the plate making machine again, those damn bureaucrats, they have made new changes again

On December 28, 2045, a small town called "Fernans" was silently erased from the newly published map of European political regions.

Chapter 39: Burning Heaven -8