Like a pile of mud, he collapsed in front of the sofa.
At the age of 35, Liu Ming began to recall his glorious first half of his life. When he was young, he had excellent grades, undergraduate studies at Shuangdan University, and his PhD at Stanford. After he returned, he earned a million yuan a year and became a high-level R & D officer in a foreign drug company.
As he thought about it, he gradually clenched her fists. His eyes were red and his heavy breathing sounded in the dim living room.
An extreme and crazy thought surged in his heart.
"Parallel space-time, there's actually internal energy…"
Beside the floor-to-ceiling window of the five-star hotel, Qin Yu sat in the shadows, flipping through the information in his head frame by frame. He skipped over the many cold, bloody scenes in the network and tried to figure out the precise, terrifying assassination machine that was like a antenna.
