Chapter 215

Sydney, October 9, 2010, morning.

On the top floor of tomorrow's energy building, in a medieval office, there is a hospital bed very different from the retro style here. On the bed lies an old man with a withered face and as thin as firewood. His eyes are turbid and he looks at the ceiling blankly.

His name is Morris Fisher. It took him 60 years to build a business empire that controls half of the world's energy supply. Although he is 84 years old, he is still ambitious and wants to expand his business territory.

Unfortunately, his cancer cells had spread all over his body. The doctor told him that he had only seven days to live.

He has no fear of life and death. He just regrets that he failed to fulfill his lifelong dream. What's more, his son Robert Fisher failed to inherit his decisive wolf side. He is really worried about where his son will sail tomorrow's energy ship after he leaves.

He turned his head hard and looked at the young figure standing by the bed. His old face was full of disappointment!

Just now, he severely scolded his son Robert Fisher, called him cowardly and called him not like a man. He told his son that he was very disappointed in him.

He hoped that his son could refute him and even scold him, but Robert didn't.

His son was like a wronged little girl standing by the window crying silently.

How can such a character deserve to inherit his career?

Just then, the door opened and a hale and hearty old man with silver hair came in.

Morris Fisher looked hard and recognized that man was his most trusted right-hand man. Peter browning, an old brother who accompanied him to lay down the future energy.

Recently, the company is dealing with the monopoly accusation of Saito international energy group. Browning is in charge of this matter. Has it made new progress?

Morris Fisher wanted to sit up and listen to Browning's report, but he was too weak to sit up.

To his dismay, browning didn't even look at him. Instead, he went straight to the window and walked behind his son.

"Listen, Robert!" Browning said in a heavy voice, "we have to talk about the power of attorney! I must be authorized and fully responsible... "

Robert Fisher waved his hand anxiously, "no, no, Uncle Peter, I don't want to talk about it for the time being."

"But it's time to make a decision..." browning approached and looked at Robert deeply.

Robert opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it for a moment.

Lying on the hospital bed, Morris Fisher saw this scene, and his grief and anger were beyond words!

This is his son. He can't resolve such a simple coercion.

He suddenly didn't know where the strength came from. He pulled the things on one side of the table to the ground, making a loud noise, which immediately attracted the eyes of two people.

"I told you to do what I said!" Morris roared angrily, but he could only make a vague voice, "you don't listen to me, damn..."

He could hardly speak. He told his son how to deal with browning with evil intentions, but his son thought browning was a hero of the group and his godfather, and hesitated.

Morris looked at Fisher with anger and disappointment.

However, just then, he saw his son suddenly change his face, incredibly bow his head and look at his lower body.

Morris looked down his son's eyes and saw that his son's pants were like a sewer pipe, pushing them up with great exaggeration.

Morris was stunned. What did he just say to make his son react like this?

"Er ah..." Robert Fisher looked at his lower body and screamed bitterly. Suddenly, "Gudong" fell to the ground unconscious.

Browning, who was standing next to Robert Fisher, was stunned. He looked at Robert's lower body and suddenly felt for the first time that he was a cowardly Godson and had strength.

The office soon became a mess.

Outside the door, a burly young man looked at the scene, with a strange smile on his mouth, and then hurried in.

Robert Fisher soon woke up, but he became very dull in both speech and action, and his eyes always felt unfocused.

The doctor checked for a long time and found nothing wrong. He suggested that Robert drink more water

The burly young man waited until Robert told everyone in a very slow tone that he needed to rest before he said goodbye.

As soon as he got out of the building, he made a phone call with a slight excitement: "Hey, Cobb, guess what? I have a way! "

A calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ames, we'll wait for you in the workshop. Meet and say."

"Hey, you're boring!" Ames smiled. "I can't wait to share the good news with you, but you did this to me."

Doodle doodle

The phone was hung up. Ames shrugged his shoulders, put away his cell phone and began to stop a taxi.

Chaos.

In the boundless chaos, there is neither space nor time. There is nothing here.

He Xie closed his eyes, didn't know life and death, and lay quietly in chaos.

I don't know what space it is or what time it is.

The horse is galloping.

And he sat on a horse, wearing armor and holding a long knife.

Around him, there were soldiers running around shouting loudly. On the steep slopes on both sides, arrows rained down, and dozens of fireballs rumbled and fell. The soldiers were extremely dead and injured.

He looked up blankly and saw a beautiful lady in palace dress sitting in the carriage before him. She had a beautiful face, tender skin and sad eyes.

"Hey, law!"

He stopped suddenly, and the horse man stood up and was about to throw him off. However, he subconsciously ran a hot energy in his body, but he firmly clamped the horse and pressed it down again.

This scene made the sad looking beauty in the carriage raise her head and look at him.

He felt a sudden shock in his heart. He felt hazy in his mind. He seemed to think of something, but there was always a layer of fog.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

"Protect the princess! Protect the princess! " An officer shouted loudly, waved his knife vigorously, cut off the flying arrows, and was about to jump into the carriage.

But the next moment, he was pierced by a sharp arrow and unwilling to kneel down.

He looked up at the huge fireball rolling down to the carriage. He wanted to stand up, but he fell to the ground.

He looked at the man who was in a daze on the horse and suddenly shouted, "general Meng!"

Right away, he was smart and recovered.

General Meng?

Are you calling me?

Boom!

The next moment, the fireball hit the end of the carriage, and the debris collapsed, and the damask curtains in the carriage immediately burned.

The horse pulling the cart was frightened and ran wildly.

He stared at the Palace Dress beauty in the carriage, grabbed the eaves, looked panic and despair, and left him.

"Kill!"

The evil wind came behind.

He subconsciously turned back and wielded a knife.

Poof!

A head suddenly soared into the sky!

He looked at the bloodstain on the blade absently, and suddenly stretched out his hand and bent his fingers on the blade.

Zheng!

Metal buzzes and blood beads fly.

He looked even more confused.