Seeing the man with a beard who took off his mask, all the oil tycoons present looked shocked.

Abdullah also has a respected position in the royal family, and his wealth is beyond the imagination of most people.

The shares of Aramco he holds alone are comparable to the GDP of some small countries.

Moreover, his age and seniority are enough to influence the entire royal family and then the Gulf region.

Originally this was a secret gathering among the younger generation, but unexpectedly Mr. Abdullah also appeared here.

Ten billion US dollars is already the net worth of many people here.

The few people who had just called out prices immediately showed dejected looks, feeling frustrated by their poverty.

They naturally understood that today's auction had no chance for them.

"Mr. Abdullah, you...how did you learn about the existence of this game?" Alimu asked curiously.

In his impression, Mr. Abdullah has always been a serious and unsmiling person. How could he be interested in such a thing?

Abdullah said with a solemn expression:

"The channels I got this news from are different from yours... But this is exactly what I'm worried about... No one is allowed to spread what happened today."

"Yes! We understand!"

"do not worry!"

"Goodbye Uncle Abdullah!"

The other people present understood that everything had nothing to do with them, and thinking of Abdullah's majesty all the time, they nodded quickly, said hello and left immediately.

They don't want to be lectured by the other party.

Seeing that everyone had left, Abdullah motioned to the bodyguards outside the door to close the door, and then said to the auctioneer in front of him:

"Hardy, how were you chosen to be... one of them?"

At this time, Hadi said to Abdullah respectfully:

"Replying to your Excellency, this happened when I was the person in charge of the Aramco oil listing project. It was one afternoon..."

Then he quickly told Abdullah exactly how he got the "Real Doomsday Game", how he entered the "Real Doomsday Game" to experience various apocalypses, and how the developer of the game, the commander-in-chief, saved the world again and again.

told it once.

From beginning to end, due to his position and expertise, Hardy's contribution to the "Real Doomsday Game" was not very great, so he only received an invitation.

"Why use an auction? Are you short of money?" Abdullah sat cross-legged on the carpet and asked Hadi.

Hardy quickly denied: "Of course not."

Then he said seriously to Abdullah: "The reason why I chose this method is that I want to let more people know about the "Real Doomsday Game" and the existence of the savior, so that they can know the truth of this world. The people in the Salvation Army

There are really too few clan members..."

Perhaps due to his own skills and other reasons, Hardy rarely encountered Middle Eastern people in the "Real Doomsday Game".

From the perspective of the entire clan, he naturally wanted more young and promising clan members to understand the truth of the world so that they would not be passive in the face of major changes in the future.

Then Hardy said again:

"Mr. Abdullah, you also understand that the current situation of our clan is that the only thing that is truly powerful is the financial resources derived from oil! After the destruction of Tokyo during the evil spirit virus epidemic, the commander-in-chief must also want to live in the secular world.

Controlling more power naturally requires financial resources, which is also our strength, so choosing among outstanding tribesmen through financial resources is a good way."

Abdullah's expression softened a little and he nodded slightly.

Hardy asked quickly:

"Mr. Abdullah, did I do something wrong? How did you know that the "Real Doomsday Game" exists?"

He remembered that Abdullah was not notified at all before, and that the other party suddenly broke in before the auction started.

Abdullah pondered for a moment and said:

"I learned about it through the Danish royal family...This matter is spreading now...Immediately invite me to join the game, I want to see the commander-in-chief!"

Hadi nodded, took a "Beyond" virtual reality helmet, helped him put it on, and then said to Abdullah: "Mr. Abdullah, welcome to the 'Real Doomsday Game'."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge blood-red eyeball appeared in front of Abdullah's eyes.

He was a little shocked at first, and then quickly selected one of the stone statues for the apocalyptic mission.

Then his vision went dark, the dizziness quickly passed away, and he already appeared on a street.

On his wrist, there is an extra bracelet.

The bracelet suddenly shook, and a small holographic light screen appeared, with a few lines of words flashing:

"You have now entered the stone statue apocalypse. The stone statue virus is infecting your body. You need to complete the task within a week:

1. Find the cause of the large-scale stone statue disease outbreak.

2. Search for the stone statue virus zero and the final vaccine.

3. Survive.”

Looking around, there are many silent stone statues on the street, dressed in ragged clothes, obviously the product of stone statue disease.

Everything here was just like the real world, making him feel like he was really in the end of the world.

At this time, Abdullah ignored the game tasks and had no time to feel the mystery and freshness. Instead, he shouted towards the sky:

"Commander! Your Excellency, Developer! Savior! Abdullah asks to see you! I have something very important to discuss with you!"

There was no reaction from the sky, but it started to rain, as if to express its impatience with his behavior.

Abdullah was not discouraged, but continued to shout towards the sky:

"Your Majesty the Savior! This matter is related to your safety and the safety of the entire world! Please be sure to see me!"

This time, he didn't wait too long when his eyes blurred, and then the surrounding scene suddenly changed and he appeared in a room.

In this room, there are many statues wearing white coats.

Abdullah was no longer anxious at this time, but took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

…

London, Reuters headquarters building.

Andre frowned as he looked at the newspaper samples on the computer and the test drafts on the news website.

Tomorrow's "The Times" and "The Guardian" will have a line of eye-catching headlines on their front pages:

"A real doomsday game that saves the world! Long live the savior hidden behind the scenes!"

What followed was a large report covering several pages. What was mentioned in it was the existence of the "Real Doomsday Game" and the Salvation Army, as well as the roles they played in previous crises.

Although there is no mention of the existence of the Whisperers and the Purification Society, and a lot of the content in it is obviously exaggerated, the overall content is pretty much the same.

It basically describes what kind of existence the "Real Doomsday Game" is and the great achievements of the savior.

At first glance, it does not look like an article produced by Reuters, let alone the content of such a major newspaper, but more like a roadside tabloid reporting gossip news.

The admiration for the real doomsday game and the savior here is beyond words. It can be described as fanaticism.

As the major shareholder and editor-in-chief of Reuters Group, Andre felt a strange feeling in his heart, almost to the point of being extremely strange.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the phone and dialed the number of his editor:

"Mike, what is going on? What is this damn 'Real Doomsday Game'? Are you going to ruin your journalism career with this irresponsible reporting!?"

Mike's excited voice came:

"Boss, this is all true! The information I got is absolutely reliable. The other party cited a lot of evidence, and it is said that the thirteen doctors who defeated the stone statue disease epidemic and won the Lasker Medical Award were all

Disciples of the mysterious savior! Besides, even if we didn’t report it, other newspapers and websites would have already reported it. Didn’t you read Twitter?”

Andre gritted his teeth and said slowly:

"Others have nothing to do with us. Reuters must not report such delusional news!"

"Hey, boss..."

Before Mike could finish speaking, Andre had already hung up the phone.

Then he quickly browsed various portals and social software on the Internet, and immediately discovered that news about the "real doomsday game" and the savior were spreading like a virus.

This news even gave examples of many unreasonable things during the two major epidemics to prove the existence of the Salvation Army and the Savior.

"This is the god of human civilization! He deserves everyone's gratitude and thanksgiving!"

"Perhaps he is God's messenger, secretly protecting weak humans from the devil's bullying..."

"How cool! I want to join that Salvation Army too!"

"I wonder if this savior coach is handsome?"

"..."

The various sounds were confusing and complicated, and Andre's brows furrowed, his face becoming very ugly.

After smoking a cigarette until it almost burned his fingers, Andre put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stood up and closed the door, then took out a virtual reality helmet from the cabinet, put it on and lay down on the sofa.
To be continued...