Half a minute later, Professor Gu Feng breathed a long sigh: "The heartbeats are relatively fast, they should be emotional, and everything else is good, there is no problem at the moment."

"It's fine, it's fine." Li Ziping's expression was simply thankful, and his hands were clenched into fists, "Mr. Wu, the meeting is over, let's go."

The meeting is over?

Wu Qingchen turned to the venue and his eyes jumped involuntarily: At this time, the venue was in a mess, with messy documents, phone calls, voting machines, paper and pen, glasses, etc. everywhere.

Half of the soldiers around the bulletproof glass stood at the edge of the rostrum, and below were representatives who were rolling in pain on the floor with their foreheads or abdomen.

"This is……"

"It's okay... it's just an accident..." Li Ziping glanced at the direction Wu Qingchen pointed, turned around and continued to direct the soldiers to push the bulletproof glass on the left even more. "You fell asleep just now, and a little accident happened, and some representatives were overbearing."

"There was... there..." Wu Qingchen immediately recalled the strange phenomenon in the sky that Ji Mingming had seen for himself in the van, but he could not find a suitable word to describe it.

"Yes..." Li Ziping nodded understandingly, "It's basically the same as noon."

Basically the same as noon...

Wu Qingchen immediately realized that his dream had been played synchronously in the sky all over the world again.

This is definitely the reason why the conference venue has become in chaos.

Wu Qingchen could imagine how panicked the heads of various countries were when the Red Seal incident appeared in the sky again. How hoarse they were when they ordered the representatives of the venue to wake them up immediately, and how manic and busy the representatives who were eager to act were.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingchen immediately realized another question: "Minister Li, am I sleeping very hard? Why did I wake me up after several minutes?"

"Okay, Mr. Wu, let's go."

The soldiers had moved the bulletproof glass on the left, put away the remaining six bulletproof glass drill bits, and pushed them to start moving. Li Ziping turned around and signaled Wu Qingchen to stand up and follow him. There was an indescribable meaning in his eyes: "Mr. Wu, you haven't slept for several minutes. Even if you close your eyes, you have only slept for ten seconds."

Following Li Ziping and Liu Tao to the side door of the small hall, Wu Qingchen turned around and finally looked at the venue of the Great Hall. The two American representatives held the stairs of the rostrum and got up with difficulty. The representative on the right held the big bag on his forehead and slowly pulled up the representative on the left: "Mr. Johnson, you were wrong, now is the real 2012."

Johnson's face couldn't hide his bitter smile:

"The whole world dreams with him, this is the biggest nightmare in the world."

----

Washington, Pentagon.

"Awakened?...Are you sure?...What's going on now?...Leave the venue? Hell, you only know that he left the venue! Why are you still there?...Okay, good, you're already on the road...Yes, Mr. Thor, you're the best agent... Keep tracking...Soldiers have noticed you? Hell! Go away from them!...It's too late?*!...Harrow...Harrow...*!*!*!"

The middle-aged officer smashed the microphone in a furious manner, but this behavior did not attract any attention.

Because, at this moment, in the Pentagon's war room of about 300 square meters, it was quite gentle to just smash the microphone for the hundreds of bureaucrats here.

Not so mild situations are everywhere:

"Bang!"

A document of about ten pages hit the bridge of a young adviser's nose accurately.

"Get back to your position. If you really don't know what to do, you can go home and carry your mother. Don't use this kind of garbage to waste my time!"

The staff quickly picked up the ten pages of garbage that fell on the ground and ran out of the small room separated by the glass.

Unfortunately, not every young man can be so cognizable.

"Compulsory measures are compulsory measures again! Oh my God, are there only compulsory measures left in the West Point textbooks? Open your eyes and look out the window! Three minutes ago, the damn dream of that Chinese bastard in the sky! What method do you have to force it?"

"But, we have to control..."

"How to control? What to control? Do you use this ridiculous coercive measure? Mr. Cole, please tell me what can control how that Chinese bastard should dream? Or is your dad invented a rope that can tie the idea of ​​that bastard when he sleeps?"

"Sir, I did not suggest controlling my dreams. I just proposed to use tranquilizers or confessors to make Wu have no dreams in the early morning..."

"Oh my God, Mr. Cole, why don't you just wear a white robe in the hospital? I dare swear you must be a good doctor, because you just invented a large dose of sedatives every day... No, you can never dream if you inject a large dose of confession every day, and you can guarantee that there is no sequelae! But why don't you try it yourself first?"

"Sir, this is just a suggestion!"

"No, this is not a suggestion! This is a piece of trash that will definitely throw the president into my face! Now, bring your trash and get out of my room!"

"Bang!"

A document of about ten pages hit the bridge of a young adviser's nose accurately.
Chapter completed!