Seeing Bartomey calling for help, Dodoro calculated 0:5 seconds and ran towards him.

Unlike Cheney, Bartome is a rare technical talent. If he wants to start promoting the synthesis project in Ganyfornia, Bartome's existence is essential.

Take risks for him, it's worth it!

Seeing Dodoro ignore him and run towards Bartome, Cheney's eyes turned red with anger. He clamped himself in the garbage dump and slapped the floor, shouting loudly: "Hey! I called first, I called first!"

But Dodoro ignored him and ran to Bartome and pulled him hard. However, after pulling for a while, Dodoro couldn't pull him out because Bartomeka was too deep.

At this time, a new round of air strikes was taking shape in the distance. With a huge roar, a missile penetrated the clouds and shot towards the places where several people were hiding.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Dodoro shook Batome's arm and was about to run away. Unexpectedly, Bartome grabbed him with his backhand and screamed: "Dodoro, Dodoro! You can't leave me! You can't leave me!! I still have to do big things!! I am the first person in human gene optimization!!"

Before Dodoro could speak, the missile landed from far to near. The ground roared like a wave again. This time the vibration was extremely violent. Even the broken rock on the ground was thrown high. At that moment, the shock wave defeated the gravity, causing everything on the ground to be thrown briefly in the air.

Cheney and Bartome were no exception. The heavy objects on their bodies were stirred up by the earthquake and they were temporarily separated. Under the influence of the desire to survive, Cheney jumped out, and ran away with his lifelike hands and feet like rabbits.

Bartome was also pulled out of the ruins by Dodoro. The two of them were blown forward like fallen leaves in the wind. They didn't know how far they had before they plunged into the snow pile and stopped.

It took a long time for Dodoro to come back to his senses from the afterglow of the explosion. He struggled to climb out of the snow pile. Beside him, Bartome was stuck in the dirty snow pile like a green onion. Not far away, an overlapping figure was shaking towards him.

As he walked, the overlapping figure slowly merged into one. It turned out to be Cheney. He came to Duoluo with blood on his face and pulled him out of the snow with one hand.

"I told you not to come to North America! You have to come to North America!!"

Cheney grabbed Dodoro's collar and cursed: "Is this place a fool? Ah!? I almost killed you!!"

Duoduoluo had no reaction. He glanced around and said, "I won."

"What!?"

Cheney growled.

Dodoro pointed to the raging fire in the distance and said, "Sacramento was air strikes, it must have been done by the Texans. These people lost on the front battlefield."

...

The air strike did not last long, and soon, a violent air defense alarm sounded at Sacramento. Air defense missiles were launched from the ground and exploded in the air. The soldiers were rumbling everywhere, mixed with screams and cries in the fire, and they were in chaos for a while.

After the plane left, Dodoro took Bartome and Cheney back to the motel where they once lived. They wanted to see if they could rescue several partners, but it was already in a mess. Countless buildings collapsed across and collapsed, and there was no trace of living people at all. Only the faint and dull cry for help downstairs were heard. However, the sound was too subtle and the ruins were too big. Dodoro could not, so he could only sit in a collapsed building all night.

He didn't see anyone who arranged to come here for rescue all night. When the sky was lit up slightly, the crying sounds in the building gradually subsided. It was probably because the people inside were dead.

At this time, several black hover vehicles rushed from a distance. Carlingen, who had been away for several days, stepped out of the hover vehicle with a dark face and stood in front of Dodoro with a group of bodyguards.

"You're still alive."

Carlingen did not hide his annoyance.

"Lucky." Duoduoluo said honestly.

"Hmph, come with me." Carlingen said with a stinking face: "President Brown wants to see you."

Dodoro, Bartome and Cheney, who survived the disaster, got into Carlingen's levitation vehicle and drove all the way to the distance. Through the city attacked by artillery fire, they came to the outskirts of coniferous forests. Here, they saw many soldiers waiting for battle guarding next to rocket cars. Continue forward, there were lines of defense tightly blocked by barbed wire.

Carlingen showed his ID to the defending soldiers, and then led Dodoro and others into the defense line. He didn't go far, and he suddenly realized his clarity in front of him.

A huge hemispherical pure white cover appeared in front of Dodoro. Its color was exactly the same as the snow around it. It could not be seen without looking carefully, but if you look carefully, you would be amazed at its incredible curves and area.

Just as I was watching, a corridor was cracked in the middle of the pure white cover, and Carlingen's hover truck slowly slid into it along the corridor.

Dudoro, sitting in the floating car, saw an unimaginable picture.

The transparent cover is completely different from the outside. The ground is full of green and neatly trimmed grass, with many green deciduous trees standing among them, butterflies and birds flying in the forest, making pleasant sounds. The green river flows through the forest, and trout jumps out from time to time in the river, which is beautiful.

The hemispherical dome looks completely different from the outside. From the inside, it almost does not exist at all, replaced by brilliant sunshine, blue sky, and white clouds.

Dudoro can no longer remember the last time he saw such a sky, but the only thing that is certain is that in such a globally cold environment, such a clean sky does not exist in the world at all.

And this sky was undoubtedly simulated.

"This is our most proud ecological technology. Under the protection of the dome, it has constant temperature and humidity throughout the year, creating its own internal circulation."

Carlingen said proudly beside Dodoro: "You have been to so many countries and have you seen such cutting-edge technology?"

"No," Duoduo said with satisfaction: "This is really amazing."

Having such technology means that North America's technical foundation is still there, and its technical foundation is still there, so his plan has a greater chance of realization.

The hover car stopped at a port and slowly stopped. Duoduo and his group walked off the hover car and saw something even more shocking.

A carriage came from a distance. Yes, it was a carriage. Two pure white horses pulled a gilded carriage and slowly came to the hover carriage. The white horse pulling the carriage was clean, and the mane was tied with many small braids. They stood in front of Duoduoluo and kept sniffing.

A man driving a car jumped out of the carriage, took off his hat and bowed to the few people, and said in a very tone: "Hello."

He was wearing a tuxedo, holding a top hat, and waiting for his shiny leather shoes, like the British housekeeper of the Victorian era.

For a moment, Duoduo Luo didn't react a little. He couldn't describe what it felt like, just like he was shooting a costume film, with time and space disorder.

Carlingen jumped into the carriage skillfully and said to Dodoro: "Come up, don't stand stupidly."

Bartome and Cheney looked at each other, and they could see the shock in each other's eyes. Dodoro quickly accepted the reality and jumped into the carriage with the door frame.

"This is... the president's car..."

In the car, Cheney asked the driver's housekeeper in shock.

"No, this is a tourist car." The driver of the car sat in the car and said to the three of them: "The master likes this style. By the way, you will see the president later. Don't call him the president, but call him sir. The master is a gentleman and likes others to call him like this."

In the shocked eyes of Cheney and Bartomey, the carriage was rumbled forward on the cobblestone road. After turning over the dense jungle, a huge open golf pasture appeared in front of everyone. At the edge of the pasture, the three of them got off the carriage and walked forward with the butler. Finally, they saw several men on the golf course from afar.

One of the middle-aged men wearing golf hats, white gloves and sportswear were swinging attentively.

Dodoro had seen him and recognized him at a glance. He had read on the news before that this was the new president of the Republic of Gano Brown.

Originally, Dodoro thought last night's air strike would make the president of California nervous, but he didn't expect that he was playing golf leisurely at this moment, without any nervousness.

In front of the golf course, the three were stopped. The housekeeper asked Dodoro and the other two to wait for a while. Then, he walked into the golf course with Carlingen, leaving Dodoro and the other three to stand in place.

This wait took two hours.

Two hours later, Geno finally ended his golfing. He rode on a tall horse, like an eighteenth century general, and came to Dodoro in a mighty and domineering horse. He turned his head and asked condescendingly: "Are you Dodoro?"

Dodoro looked up at the white man on the horse's back and nodded: "yes sir."

Genobron showed a unique reserve and impatience of white people. He rode on a horse and looked into the distance, looked for a while, and lowered his head and said, "I heard Carlingen talk about you, you said you have a way to help me unify America."

Dodoro: "yes sir."
Chapter completed!