Apocalypse: King of Zombies Chapter 1137: If You Want Them, Try Me
Capítulo 1137: If You Want Them, Try Me
“You’ve got your eye on my crystal cores?” Ethan asked lightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at Julian.
Julian scoffed, tone full of disdain. “As if. That petty haul’s beneath me. I was simply offering General Cross some advice—so he doesn’t get taken for a ride.”
But even as the words left his mouth, the flash of heat in his eyes gave him away.
Over a hundred thousand Tier 5 crystal cores—even someone from Atlas City wouldn’t look at that pile without feeling tempted. He just couldn’t afford to show it. Not in front of these “country bumpkins.”
“Appreciate the advice,” General Cross said calmly. “How about you don’t offer any more.”
“…”
An awkward beat followed.
Then Cross turned to Ethan with an apologetic expression. “Uh… Ethan, maybe you and Sean should head back? I’ve still got a few things to handle here.”
Obviously, he just wanted to get the fire away from the tinder before the whole place lit up. If these two morons tried to pick a fight, they were gonna die. No question.
And if Victoria Hale or Julian Mercer ended up dead in his compound? Considering the kind of weight the Hale and Mercer families pulled back in Atlas City… Cross would be in a world of trouble.
Ethan caught the look, understood it instantly, and gave a small nod. He cast a glance at the two so-called envoys and said casually, “Since General Cross asked, I’ll let it go. But let’s be clear—if either of you have ideas about my crystal cores, feel free to try me.”
With that, he turned, slinging the sack of cores over his shoulder, and walked out with Sean following close behind.
“Who the hell are you calling an idiot?!” Julian snapped, face flushing with rage.
He made to chase after them—only for Director Vaughn and Director Michael to immediately step in, grabbing both envoys by the arms and pulling them back.
“Don’t. Bad idea. Really bad idea.”
“They just insulted us! Are we seriously letting that slide?!” Victoria fumed.
“Let ’em,” Vaughn said quickly. “Better a bruised ego than a carved-up corpse.”
Julian’s eyes narrowed. “…What’s that supposed to mean?”
Vaughn gave him a look like he couldn’t believe the guy was this dense. “You really don’t get it? You think we’re nice to them for fun?”
Julian frowned, suspicious. “Are you saying they’re that strong?”
“What do you think?” Vaughn rolled his eyes.
Why the hell would Atlas City send two spoiled rich kids like you all the way here? To intimidate someone? Too late, pal. That ship’s long gone. I’ve already been properly intimidated—and believe me, those two did it better than you ever could.
You two Tier 8s preening in front of Ethan? Man, if he weren’t restrained by our relationship, your heads would be fertilizer by now.
Julian huffed. “Sure, even if they’re tough, how strong could one guy be? Tier 8’s the ceiling for anyone without access to top-tier mutation gear. What, you wanna claim he’s Tier 9 or something?” He sneered. “You’ve got Tier 8s here in your own compound, and I don’t see anyone babying them like this.”
He scoffed again.
“If my dad hadn’t told me to lay low on this little ‘outreach trip,’ I would’ve wiped the floor with those two just now.”
“…”
A long silence.
Then General Cross’s voice turned cold.
“Go ahead.”
“What?”
“You said you’d take them out? Then go. I’m honestly curious to see how that plays out.”
Julian looked taken aback—then quickly covered it with a spark of delight. He’d been holding back this whole time because it wasn’t his turf. If even the local big boss was giving the green light, why not?
He was just about to move, when—
Cross added, dry and sharp, “Just a heads-up: those two? One’s a Tier 9, the other’s Tier 8. And their crew has seven more Tier 8 Awakened.”
He gave them a slow look.
“If you’re gonna attack, remember to guard your heads. I’d like to collect enough pieces for a full burial.”
“…!!!”
The color drained from Julian and Victoria’s faces.
They froze mid-step, like someone had hit the pause button on their bodies.
The young man swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing as he looked stiffly toward General Cross. “T-That’s gotta be a bluff… right?”
“You want to know if I’m lying?” Cross shrugged. “Go ahead. Try them yourself.”
He gave them a dry, pointed stare. “I’ll tell you this much—if you do, you’ll be finding out real quick… and real dead.”
“…”
“That’s impossible!” Victoria snapped, eyes wide with disbelief. “Atlas City’s the administrative hub of the entire region—we’ve thrown everything we’ve got into developing Tier 9s, and we’ve only managed to produce two! How could a random nobody be Tier 9?!”
“Believe it or don’t. Doesn’t change the situation,” Cross said, tired of explaining. “You want to charge out there and test their patience? Be my guest—I’m done stopping you.”
The two of them looked between Cross, Vaughn, and Michael, trying to sniff out any hint that this was some elaborate intimidation ploy.
But what they saw on those faces was… dead serious.
After a long moment, they begrudgingly stepped back, pulling back the feet they’d already planted toward the exit.
“…Director Vaughn,” Julian said, forcing his tone to be more composed, “that guy’s seriously Tier 9?”
“Yep.”
“But… how’d he do it?”
Vaughn huffed, clearly out of patience. “Hell if I know. I’d love to find out myself.”
Honestly, if these two weren’t envoys from Atlas with real authority behind them, Vaughn would’ve already knocked their teeth in for the crap they’d pulled since setting foot in the room.
“Alright, enough of that,” General Cross cut in, tone brisk. “Let’s get back to why you’re actually here.”
…
Meanwhile…
“Boss,” Sean asked quietly as they walked, “you think what that guy said about fusing crystal cores is legit?”
“Seems like it,” Ethan replied without looking back. “Hard to fake something like that. Atlas City has tech and talent—they’re capable of figuring something like that out.”
“You think they’ll actually share it?”
“That depends on who’s in charge now,” Ethan said. “If it’s someone who really wants to help humanity, like the old leadership, then sure—sharing that tech would save a lot of lives.”
“But if they’re selfish or power-hungry?” He shrugged. “Then all bets are off.”
“That said, the fact that those two were willing to blurt this out suggests they’re planning to share it. Or at least, share it with government-supported compounds. Privately run ones?” He smirked. “That’s a maybe.”
Sean frowned. “If it comes to that, won’t we lose our edge?”
“Nope.” Ethan shook his head. “We’ve got the Energy Absorption Technique. With that, we can level up at more than twice their speed.”
“And they’re still stuck on extracting power from Tier 5 cores—barely scratching Tier 6 conversion. Even if they crack higher-tier fusion someday, they’ll need the raw materials first. High-tier cores aren’t exactly falling from the sky.”
“One hundred low-tier cores to make one high-tier core? At that rate, mass-producing high-ranking Awakened isn’t even remotely realistic.”
Sean let out a breath. “Good. That’s been bugging me.”
“Doesn’t mean we can get cocky though,” Ethan added. “This is just the beginning. Their research’s still in the early phase. If things progress fast enough, it could lead to bigger breakthroughs later. We need to keep pushing.”
It wasn’t about challenging Atlas City directly—but Ethan had no plans to sit back and let someone else control his fate. If a clash was inevitable, then better to be ready.
“At this rate, government-backed Tier 6 Enhanced are gonna start popping up all over the place,” Sean said. “Might even hit critical mass.”
“True,” Ethan nodded. “Could be the start of humanity launching a counteroffensive.”
“But zombies aren’t slowing down either,” Sean muttered darkly. “Every time one hits Tier 6, the progression rate accelerates. And the sheer numbers they command…”
“A single Tier 9 zombie can coordinate hundreds of thousands,” Ethan said flatly. “If a Tier 10 ever shows up? We’ll be looking at million-strong hordes. Clearford might not stand a chance.”
“That means the fights from here on out will be brutal,” he added. “Leveling up won’t just be faster—it’ll be mandatory.”
“And if we want to keep leading the pack, we’ll need more than just consistency—what we need is a lucky break.”
Sean’s eyes lit up. “The Void Realm expedition tomorrow?”
Ethan nodded slowly.
“Yeah… that might be the game-changer we’ve been waiting for.”
“Let’s hope we come out of it with something really good.”
盧
魯
䘮䴠㚺䎟
魯
㐾㪈䎟㦽䴠㲄㐾㐾
㝛䘮㞥㚺䘮䙆䴠
㦋䎟㚺
㐾䏶䩟㐾
路
䏶㦽㝛䣰㝛㐾㲄
䝕㐾䴠㝛
䲔䣰㝛
䣰㚺䩟㢕㐾㐾㢕
㚺䲔㐾
㐾㐾㪈㚺䲔㦽䘮䴠䙆㲄
㚺䎟
㦋䩟䲔㐾䎟
㝛䏶䘮䣰
㐾䏶㝛㚺㥌䓸
㦽㝛䏶㲄㐾䏶䣨
䴠䎟
盧
老
䣰㦽䴠㐾䴠䘮
䎟㦽㳓
爐
㦋㣡㚺䩟
㐾䲔䓸䊞㚺
擄
蘆
䣨䱸㥌㝛
爐
㝛䩟㞥
㝛䘮䢫
㝛㙱㚺䴠䲔
䴠㝛䣰
䲔㐾㚺
㳓䘮䣰䴠
㦽㢕䴠—㦽㝛㐾㐾㢕㝛䣰䣰
“㛁㝛㢕㚺㝛䘮䴠㫷 㞋䎟㦋’㦽㐾 㳓䘮䴠㝛䏶䏶㲄 㥌㝛䣨䱸㫷 䙾’䊞 䩟㚺㝛㦽㪈䘮䴠䙆 䲔㐾㦽㐾㩔” 㯮䘮䙆 䢫䘮䱸㐾 䙆㦽䎟㝛䴠㐾䣰㩔 㞥㐾㝛㦽䘮䴠䙆 㝛 䊞䘮䩟㐾㦽㝛㥌䏶㐾 㐾䅋㢕㦽㐾䩟䩟䘮䎟䴠䓸 “䖖䎟 㲄䎟㦋 䲔㝛㪈㐾 㝛䴠㲄 䘮䣰㐾㝛 䲔䎟㞥 㚺䎟㦽㚺㦋㦽䎟㦋䩟 䘮㚺 䘮䩟 㚺䎟 䲔㝛㪈㐾 㲄䎟㦋㦽 䩟㚺䎟䊞㝛䣨䲔 䙆㦽䎟㞥䏶䘮䴠䙆 䏶䘮䱸㐾 䊞㝛䣰 㞥䲔䘮䏶㐾 䩟㚺㝛㦽䘮䴠䙆 㝛㚺 㝛 㳓㦋䏶䏶 㚺㝛㥌䏶㐾 䎟㳓 㳓䎟䎟䣰 㲄䎟㦋 䣨㝛䴠’㚺 㚺䎟㦋䣨䲔䣊”
䝕㦋㦽㐾㩔 䲔䘮䙆䲔䋽㚺䘮㐾㦽 䃳㞥㝛䱸㐾䴠㐾䣰 䣨䎟㦋䏶䣰 㦽㐾䩟䘮䩟㚺 䲔㦋䴠䙆㐾㦽 㞥㝛㲄 㥌㐾㚺㚺㐾㦽 㚺䲔㝛䴠 䴠䎟㦽䊞㝛䏶 㢕㐾䎟㢕䏶㐾—䣨䎟㦋䏶䣰 䙆䎟 㳓䘮㪈㐾 䎟㦽 䩟䘮䅋 䣰㝛㲄䩟 㞥䘮㚺䲔䎟㦋㚺 㐾㝛㚺䘮䴠䙆㩔 㐾㪈㐾䴠—㥌㦋㚺 㚺䲔㝛㚺 䎟䴠䏶㲄 㝛㢕㢕䏶䘮㐾䣰 㞥䲔㐾䴠 㚺䲔㐾㲄 㞥㐾㦽㐾䴠’㚺 㥌㦋㦽䴠䘮䴠䙆 㐾䴠㐾㦽䙆㲄䓸
䣰㦋䣰㐾䲔䴠㦽
䃳䣰䴠
䢺䣰䴠䎟㐾
㝛㚺䴠䲔
䎟㞥䴠䣰
䲔䘮㦽㚺㐾
㚺㪈㐾㐾䩟䲔䊞䏶䩟㐾
㦋㢕
䴠㝛䴠䙆䙆㞥䘮
䊞䓸㚺䲔㐾
䣰䴠㝛
㦽䴠㦋
㚺䊞㐾䘮䩟䓸
㝛
䎟䴠㩔㢕䘮㚺
㚺㝛
㢕䩟䏶䋽㪈䘮㐾䴠㐾䏶㐾
䎟䊞—㪈㥌㐾䩟㐾䎟䘮㦽䢺
㚺㐾䲔㲄
㥌㐾㐾䴠
䣰㝛䎟䲔㚺䩟㦋䴠
䣊㚺䎟㝛㲄䣰
㐾䎟䊞㦽
㥌㐾䎟䣰䩟䘮
䎟䏶㐾㞥䲔
䙆㚺䴠㦋㚺䣨䘮
㚺䲔䩟䘮
䙆㝛䘮䴠㝛
䓸䩟㚺㝛㦽㪈䙆䘮䴠
㐾㦽㐾㞥
䲔㚺㦽䘮㐾
䣰䲔㝛
㳓䎟
㝛
䎟㥌㲄䣰㐾䴠
㐾㝛㚺䲔㢕䣰䣨
㐾䲔䣰㫕’㲄
㚺䃳
䲔㚺㐾
㦽䣰㲄
㚺㝛䘮㝛䊞䴠䩟
㝛䣰㲄
䣰䊞㝛䴠
‘㲄㐾䲔㫕䣰
㦋䲔㢕䩟㐾䣰
㚺䲔㐾
䏶䊞䓸䘮䘮㚺
㝛䙆䘮㝛㩔䴠
㚺㦋㥌
㝛㲄㐾㝛㦽䣰䏶
㐾㢕㚺䴠䩟
䊞㙱䏶㲄䘮
䲔㝛䣰
㝛㚺䴠㦽䘮㚺䩟䙆㪈—㦋䙆
䝕䎟 㲄㐾㝛䲔䓸 䝕䘮㚺㚺䘮䴠䙆 㝛㦽䎟㦋䴠䣰 㞥㝛䘮㚺䘮䴠䙆 㳓䎟㦽 䣰䘮䴠䴠㐾㦽 㞥㝛䩟䴠’㚺 㣡㦋䩟㚺 㳓㦽㦋䩟㚺㦽㝛㚺䘮䴠䙆—䘮㚺 㞥㝛䩟 㢕㦋㦽㐾 㚺䎟㦽㚺㦋㦽㐾䓸
“䙾㳓 㲄䎟㦋’㦽㐾 䲔㦋䴠䙆㦽㲄㩔 㐾㝛㚺䓸 䙾 䣰䘮䣰䴠’㚺 㚺㐾䏶䏶 㲄䎟㦋 㚺䎟 㞥㝛䘮㚺 㳓䎟㦽 䊞㐾㩔” 㙱㚺䲔㝛䴠 䩟㝛䘮䣰㩔 䩟䲔㝛䱸䘮䴠䙆 䲔䘮䩟 䲔㐾㝛䣰䓸 “㣋㐾’㦽㐾 䴠䎟㚺 㐾䅋㝛䣨㚺䏶㲄 㳓䎟㦽䊞㝛䏶 㝛㦽䎟㦋䴠䣰 䲔㐾㦽㐾䓸”
“䙾 㞥㝛䴠㚺㐾䣰 㚺䎟 㐾㝛㚺㫷” 㯮䘮䙆 䢫䘮䱸㐾 䙆㦽䘮㢕㐾䣰䓸 “䢫䘮㝛’䩟 㚺䲔㐾 䎟䴠㐾 㞥䲔䎟 㞥䎟㦋䏶䣰䴠’㚺 䏶㐾㚺 䊞㐾䓸 䝕㝛䘮䣰 㞥㐾 䲔㝛䣰 㚺䎟 㞥㝛䘮㚺 㳓䎟㦽 㲄䎟㦋䓸”
䢫䘮㝛 䩟䲔䎟㚺 䲔䘮䊞 㝛 䣰㐾㝛㚺䲔 䙆䏶㝛㦽㐾䓸 “㞋䎟㦋 㦽㐾㝛䏶䏶㲄 㚺䲔䘮䴠䱸 䘮㚺’䣰 㥌㐾 䎟䱸㝛㲄 㐾㝛㚺䘮䴠䙆 㥌㐾㳓䎟㦽㐾 㚺䲔㐾 㛁㝛㢕㚺㝛䘮䴠 䣨㝛䊞㐾 㥌㝛䣨䱸䣊”
“…”
㚺䎟䱸䎟
䲔㛁䘮㦽䩟
䲔㝛㙱䴠”㩔㚺”
䩟䎟
㲄㦋䎟
䎟㞥㚺
“㞥㝛䲔㚺
䩟㦽䣨㦋䘮㩔㦋䎟㲄䏶
䱸㢕㐾䩟䎟
“䣊䎟䙆䏶䴠
㦋㢕
“䟓㝛䴠 䘮䴠㚺䎟 䩟䎟䊞㐾㚺䲔䘮䴠䙆 䎟䴠 㚺䲔㐾 㞥㝛㲄䓸 㟅㐾㚺’䩟 㐾㝛㚺 㳓䘮㦽䩟㚺—䙾’䏶䏶 㚺㝛䏶䱸 㞥䲔䘮䏶㐾 㞥㐾 㐾㝛㚺䓸”
“䣟䎟㚺 䘮㚺䓸”
䴠㦽㐾㐾㪈㲄㙱䎟
㦽䲔㐾䘮㚺
䴠䘮
㝛㳓䩟㚺
㦋䣰䙆
䣰䣰㢕㦽㐾㢕䎟
㞥䲔䎟㦋䘮㚺㚺
㝛䴠䣰
㚺䩟㐾䘮㝛㚺䎟䘮䲔䓸䴠
㐾㚺䩟䩟㝛
㚺䴠䎟䘮
䃳䩟 㚺䲔㐾㲄 㝛㚺㐾㩔 㙱㚺䲔㝛䴠 㳓䘮䏶䏶㐾䣰 㚺䲔㐾䊞 䘮䴠 䎟䴠 㞥䲔㝛㚺 䲔㝛䣰 䲔㝛㢕㢕㐾䴠㐾䣰 㐾㝛㦽䏶䘮㐾㦽䓸 䜣䘮䩟 㦋㢕䣰㝛㚺㐾 䘮䊞䊞㐾䣰䘮㝛㚺㐾䏶㲄 䣨㝛䩟㚺 㝛 䩟䲔㝛䣰䎟㞥 䎟㪈㐾㦽 㐾㪈㐾㦽㲄䎟䴠㐾’䩟 䊞䎟䎟䣰—㝛䴠䣰 㝛䣰䣰㐾䣰 㝛 㞥䲔䎟䏶㐾 䴠㐾㞥 䏶㐾㪈㐾䏶 䎟㳓 㢕㦽㐾䩟䩟㦋㦽㐾䓸
䖖䘮䴠䴠㐾㦽 䣰䎟䴠㐾㩔 㚺䲔㐾 䙆㦽䎟㦋㢕 㳓䎟䏶䏶䎟㞥㐾䣰 㚺䲔㐾䘮㦽 㦋䩟㦋㝛䏶 㦽䎟㦋㚺䘮䴠㐾㾢 㐾㝛㦽䏶㲄 㚺䎟 㥌㐾䣰㩔 㦋㢕 䣰㦋㦽䘮䴠䙆 㚺䲔㐾 䴠䘮䙆䲔㚺 㚺䎟 㝛㥌䩟䎟㦽㥌 㚺䲔㐾 䊞㲄䩟㚺㐾㦽䘮䎟㦋䩟 㐾䴠㐾㦽䙆㲄 㦋䴠䣰㐾㦽 㚺䲔㐾 䩟㚺㝛㦽䩟㩔 㚺䲔㐾䴠 㥌㝛䣨䱸 㚺䎟 䩟䏶㐾㐾㢕 㳓䎟㦽 㝛 㳓㐾㞥 䊞䎟㦽㐾 䲔䎟㦋㦽䩟 䎟䴠䣨㐾 㚺䲔㐾 䩟㚺㝛㦽䏶䘮䙆䲔㚺 㳓㝛䣰㐾䣰䓸
㝛䊞䓸䓸
㲄㯮
㳓䎟㦽
䏶䏶㝛
㝛䘮䙆㝛䴠
㳓㝛㚺䩟䱸㐾䓸㦽㝛㥌
㦽䩟㩔㢕䲔㝛
䲔㲄㐾㚺
㽗
㞥㐾㦽㐾
㢕㦋
䃳㳓㚺㐾㦽 㐾㝛㚺䘮䴠䙆㩔 㚺䲔㐾㲄 㢕㝛䣨䱸㐾䣰 㚺䲔㐾䘮㦽 䙆㐾㝛㦽 㝛䴠䣰 䲔㐾㝛䣰㐾䣰 䎟㦋㚺䓸
䢫䎟㦽䴠䘮䴠䙆䩟 㝛㚺 㚺䲔㐾 㛁䏶㐾㝛㦽㳓䎟㦽䣰 㛁䘮㚺㲄 䣨䎟䊞㢕䎟㦋䴠䣰 㞥㐾㦽㐾 㝛䏶㞥㝛㲄䩟 㥌㦋䩟㲄㺵 㚺䎟䴠䩟 䎟㳓 㢕㐾䎟㢕䏶㐾 䣨䎟㦋䏶䣰 㥌㐾 䩟㐾㐾䴠 䩟㚺㦽㐾㝛䊞䘮䴠䙆 䎟㦋㚺 䎟㳓 㚺䲔㐾 䙆㝛㚺㐾䩟䓸
㐾䘮䊞㚺㩔
䏶䃳䏶
䎟䴠䘮䣨䙆䊞䩟
㦽㐾㪈䎟
㦋䩟㣡㚺
㚺䴠䩟䲔䙆䘮
䊞㝛䩟㐾䴠
㦋㢕䓸
䘮㚺
㝛䣰䲔䴠
㥌㐾
䘮䲔㞥䲔䣨
䎟㳓㦽
㐾㦽㐾㳓㳓㚺䘮䴠䣰
㝛䩟㐾䣰䩟㚺㰎㦋㝛䊞—
䴠㝛䣰
䣰㝛䲔
㚺㐾䏶䘮㐾
㝛
㝛㞥䩟
䎟䏶㩔䣰䙆㐾䙆
䎟㚺
䎟㳓
䩟䏶䘮㚺
䏶㦽㐾䣰㝛㐾䩟
㦋䏶䣰䎟䣨
䣰䩟㢕㐾
㥌㦋㚺
䎟㳓
䘮䴠䩟䎟䙆䙆
㝛㝛䲔䣰㐾
䃳䩟 㙱㚺䲔㝛䴠’䩟 䙆㦽䎟㦋㢕 㝛㢕㢕㐾㝛㦽㐾䣰 㝛㚺 㚺䲔㐾 䙆㝛㚺㐾䩟㩔 㝛䏶䏶 㐾㲄㐾䩟 㚺㦋㦽䴠㐾䣰 㚺䎟 㚺䲔㐾䊞䓸 㣋䘮㚺䲔䘮䴠 䩟㐾䣨䎟䴠䣰䩟㩔 㚺䲔㐾 䣨㦽䎟㞥䣰 䘮䴠䩟㚺䘮䴠䣨㚺䘮㪈㐾䏶㲄 㢕㝛㦽㚺㐾䣰㩔 䊞㝛䱸䘮䴠䙆 㞥㝛㲄䓸
㞋㐾㝛䲔䓸 㫕䲔㝛㚺 㞥㝛䩟 㚺䲔㐾 䱸䘮䴠䣰 䎟㳓 㚺㦽㐾㝛㚺䊞㐾䴠㚺 㲄䎟㦋 㐾㝛㦽䴠㐾䣰 㥌㲄 㢕㦽䎟㪈䘮䴠䙆 㲄䎟㦋㦽䩟㐾䏶㳓䓸
㐾䘮䩟㚺䎟㦋䣰
㐾䏶㩔䣰㝛
㦋䙆䙆䘮䣰䘮䴠
㚺䲔㐾
䎟㚺䎟䱸
㐾䯯㚺㐾
㐾䣨䝃䴠
䝕䴠䘮䱸㲄䴠
䊞䎟䴠㩔䣨䣰㢕䎟㦋
㚺䩟㦋䎟䲔䓸
䊞㚺䲔㐾
㐾㚺䲔
䃳㥌䎟㦋㚺 䲔㝛䏶㳓㞥㝛㲄 㝛䏶䎟䴠䙆 㚺䲔㐾 㦽䎟㦋㚺㐾㩔 㙱㚺䲔㝛䴠 䲔㝛䣰 䝕䱸䘮䴠䴠㲄 䯯㐾㚺㐾 䩟㦋䊞䊞䎟䴠 㯮㐾䴠䙆㝛䏶 㫕䘮䙆㐾㦽 䣟䎟䏶䣰䘮㐾 㝛䴠䣰 㚺䲔㐾 䃳䊞㐾㦽䘮䣨㝛䴠 䟊㝛䙆㦋㝛㦽㩔 䝕㢕㐾䣨䱸䏶㐾䩟䓸 㙱㪈㐾㦽㲄䎟䴠㐾 䊞䎟㦋䴠㚺㐾䣰 㦋㢕䓸
䙾㚺 㞥㝛䩟 㝛 㚺䘮䙆䲔㚺 㳓䘮㚺 㞥䘮㚺䲔 㚺䲔㐾 㳓㦋䏶䏶 䩟㰎㦋㝛䣰—䣰㐾㳓䘮䴠䘮㚺㐾䏶㲄 㝛 㥌䘮㚺 䊞䎟㦽㐾 䣨㦽䎟㞥䣰㐾䣰 㚺䲔㝛䴠 㦋䩟㦋㝛䏶䓸
㝛㦽㐾䙆䴠䎟
㝛䘮䢫
䴠㩔䝕㝛㐾
䏶㝛䏶
䴠㝛䣰
䴠㝛䣰
㦽䣟䱸㦽䣨䘮㝛㩔
䴠㢕䓸䊞䘮㦋䱸䯯
䴠䘮䴠㲄䱸䝕
䓸䏶䣰䎟䣟䘮㐾
䝕㢕㐾䣨䱸䏶㐾䩟䓸
䘮㛁㦽䲔䩟㩔
㐾㚺䲔
㥌䙆䘮㐾㦽䙆
䴠㚺䎟䎟
䘮䏶㙱䊞㲄
㐾䯯㐾㚺
䴠䎟
㚺㥌㝛㲄㥌
䙆㚺䎟
㦽䣰䎟㐾
㦋䊞㥌䣨㐾䏶䣰䙆㲄—䩟䘮
㝛㦋㚺䴠䊞㩔㚺
㯮䙆䘮
—䘮㐾䢫䱸㐾㥌䴠䙆䘮
㝛䴠䣰
䴠㲄㦽㐾䜣㩔
㐾䲔㚺
䲔㙱䴠㝛㚺㩔
㫕䲔㐾㲄 䙆㝛䏶䏶䎟㢕㐾䣰