"Seven minutes ago, we had received the exact news that the traditional American imperialism is already a historical term." At the meeting at the highest level of the Mao Federation, the Chairman of the General Secretary of the Chika was introducing the latest situation of the anti-chaotic battlefield to the participants.

"The last American empire who was not infected by the Nurgle plague was removed by the gray Gu controlled by the Great Finalist seven minutes ago. Except for a few individuals who were protected by us and New China in advance by special isolation methods, the United States has become a past tense from now on." Chairman Cheka said in his emotionally unresponsive voice that was more terrifying than his voice: "The war between the Great Finalist and Nurgle has entered a new round, and he has tried his best to mitigate the impact of Nurgle on the world, but according to our analysis and relevant departments, the possibility of the Great Finalist winning in the new war is less than 0.3 per thousand."

"In fact, if the big end-of-life person really wins, we will be more worried." The vice chairman of the Cheka group added: "Because if that happens, it means that the fifth evil god has been born in our world. Although it is incomparable to the four real evil gods, the big end-of-life person is the indigenous people of this world, and the harm is far more direct than other evil gods."

Because he was promoted rapidly recently, Vladimir was also fortunate to attend the meeting as a middle-level leader of the Cheka organization, but his mood was as hard as a storm and hurricane at the sea for a long time.

The great American emperor is gone like this? Since EU, one of the five poles of the earth has gone? How long has this anti-chaos war officially started? One month or two months? Afrika is just a make-up number, which means that they and New China are left now?

"This is not an exaggeration or an opportunity to force the palace, but the motherland's urgent need for her protector!" Chairman Chika put down the materials in his hand and said to the participants: "We need a steel plan!"

"No, we don't need it." This time the most direct opponent was the helmsman of the Mao Federation, Hirgeevich, who stared into the eyes of the chairman of the board and said slowly but firmly: "We have discussed this issue, Kirshinsky, we have discussed it!"

Vladimir hoped that he was a blind man, invisible, deaf man, and inaudible. As a member of the newly transferred Cheka, he had never known that the chairman's name was Kirshinsky, because no one had ever called him by his name.

"If it is really time to make a choice, I would rather choose the more mature ideological stamp of the new Chinese as the final choice of the Mao Federation people." Hilgeevich said with some dissatisfaction: "And we have not yet decided whether to carry out a dimensional reduction plan within the country."

"The EU people can implement the dimensionality reduction plan because there is a shadow of Tsengchi behind this plan. Otherwise, with our existing technical level, we would not be able to enter the dimensionality reduction of so many bodies in such a large range!" Kirsensky sat back on his original position. The dialogue between him and Hilgeevich put the entire meeting into death silence.

"Our individual number is only one-nineth of the EU, and I promise that when we have to implement the dimensionality reduction plan, the number of people who can be selected into the dimensionality reduction plan will not exceed half of this number!" Hilgeevich knocked on the table: "Half the population who died in battle is my bottom line."

"Your will is the will of the Mao Federation." Kirshinsky said in silence for a while: "But I do not admit that placing my last hope on the doomsday plan of other countries is a mature choice."

"That's better than turning my country into a fusion of insect consciousnesses." Hilgeevich said in a voice that only he could hear, and then announced the end of the meeting.

The American Empire, a powerful generation, officially bid farewell to the world stage today. At this time, the only force in the world that has a direct relationship with the American Empire is the Umbrella protection area, which is rooted in the land of Afilica like a parasite.

Until now, many people have realized what the so-called Umbrella protection area is.

"According to the news we have received, our homeland was officially destroyed thirteen minutes ago. From now on, we have become homeless children, but everyone must be excited because we are the last hope of the American imperialist!" Deep in the protection area of ​​Umbrella, a man in a white uniform stood on the platform and said to the people of the umbrella company lined up in a neatly phalanx below: "The Umbrella company took two centuries, from scratch, and paid several generations of sacrifice, and finally obtained a pure American imperialist, without the mark from the sub-space, and no annotation from the evil gods, and you are the first American imperialists to stand up in the true sense! Cheer!"

Following the man's order, the person wearing the same uniform immediately applauded enthusiastically.

"Mr. Spencer, congratulations, after such a long wait, we finally succeeded." A tall and handsome man in a windbreaker whispered: "It's just that our career is still a little lacking."

"Oh? Mr. Wisk, what are your doubts?" asked the man known as Spencer, looking at the new American empire he had created himself: "You are now granted civil rights, and the backward slavery in the past has been abandoned."

Others don’t know, but Spencer, as a senior executive of the Umbrella Company, naturally knew that the Umbrella Empire finally formed such a distorted system, was actually inseparable from the Umbrella Company. They wantonly researched biochemical technology in order to eliminate pollution from the Umbrella Empire’s genes.

However, as biochemical technologies such as cloning technology were constantly abused, the US finally established a system of slavery on those cheap clones, and the umbrella company had to gradually move underground because of experiments that constantly break through the moral bottom line.

"Because the old man with original sin like you is still a barrier to our path," Wisk said, pulling out a silver pistol: "I am very sorry, but the old man should be buried with the old era."

"I am your creator." Spencer looked at Wisk with some surprise: "Are you going to step into the new world in the blood of the creator? Then what is the difference between you and us?"

"You have defiled the word creator and lost its original meaning." Wisk shook his head and suddenly put away his pistol: "But you are right, we shouldn't repeat the same mistakes, so I plan to hand you over to them."
Chapter completed!