I don't know when such an apocalypse will end, and whether human beings can continue to live on this planet!

Listening to Duke Amos's words, Lord Chairman's face changed instantly, the changes in this world were far beyond his control, and he didn't know what this world would become in a few months.

If it really does what Duke Amos says, can Heart of the Ocean really save a world that is going bad?

"Are you really sure Heart of the Ocean can save the world?" The Chairman looked very solemn, once this decision was made, it would determine the future fate of mankind and the direction of the whole world.

He didn't want humanity to be destroyed, and he didn't want the world to be destroyed.

"Yes, I'm 90 percent sure." Duke Amos did not say absolutely, and it would always backfire if he said too absolutely.

The Chairman shook his head, stared straight at Duke Amos's sapphire-like eyes, and said word by word: "What I want is not 90% certainty, I want 100%, 100%, do you understand?" ”

Duke Amos's pupils shrank slightly, and said with a pious expression: "If I can get the help of the chairman, I am 100% sure." ”

If he could find the Heart of the Ocean on his own, he wouldn't have come to the chairman of the army a long time ago.

"Okay, as long as you can help humanity through this last days, if there is anything that needs our help, you just ask."

Saving this world is an urgent matter, and as the supreme leader of mankind, it is natural to work for the benefit of mankind.

The corners of Duke Amos's mouth hooked slightly, and what he was waiting for was the chairman's words.

"Yes, Lord Chairman, Duke Amos will not let you down."

After the meeting ended, Duke Amos got into a black and stretched Lincoln car, followed by a dozen bodyguards dressed in black.

Devil's Castle

On the ornate throne sat a man with an evil spirit, a man dressed in a haute couture finisher suit, the cuffs and collar of the suit were engraved with gold lines, the man crossed his legs, and his slender right hand held a tall glass with bright red liquid inside.

"Earl, your subordinates have failed your expectations, please punish the earl!" An ugly-looking bat guard fell to his knees on one knee, with only one of its two wings left behind him.

The man's long silver hair slanted to his side like a waterfall, his face was pale without a trace of human breath, and his reddish-purple pupils exuded a treacherous light, which fell on the bat guard's body carelessly.

The knotted fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the throne, the right hand gently shook the beautiful wine glass, the red juice in it rippled, and the middle finger of the right hand carried a silver skull ring.

"I, Count Dracula, never raise useless people." The faint words came out of the two thin lips, and the castle, which had no temperature, seemed even colder.

"Count, please spare your life." The bat guards ignored their wounds and begged for mercy.

"Take it down." Count Dracula stood up, his long body stretched long by the moonlight outside the window, and turned to listen to the bat guard being dragged down.

The corners of Count Dracula's lips hooked slightly, and he took a shallow sip of bright red juice, and his thin lips looked even more gorgeous.