Chapter 135 25: About to Fall

Abu lowered his head, glanced at El who had little time left, and walked towards the tower with staggering steps.

He touched the Eiffel Tower souvenir hanging around his neck. It was still there, but cracked in half.

Looking up, he gazed at the building that held the pride, memories, and emotions of countless people, including his own.

Countless people prayed to God, hoping for a miracle to happen.

Abu's mother clutched the corner of the quilt and nervously tried to find her son in the picture.

Catherine suddenly regretted why she had never visited the Eiffel Tower for a formal tour.

Olivier stared at the multiple screens in front of him in silence, not knowing what he was thinking about.

An old Asian man sat outside the cafe, ignoring the emotional crowd and savoring his special espresso.

"It's a bit bitter."

Under the iron tower.

Abu raised his trembling hands, the earth began to surge, and the rocks were multiplying.

"I know, I know, I don't seem to have enough strength now. But please take them all away. I can fall down, but the tower..."

"She can't fall down!!"

Abdul let out a hoarse roar.

The soil beneath his feet was rolling and surging wildly like waves, until something seemed to break out of the ground!

On the horizon, a stone pillar suddenly stretched out in the trembling. No, it was a giant rock hand with mottled colors. It stretched out from the earth to the sky, rising in height every second, and Abu was standing on the back of the hand.

More rocks are constantly gathering, and the palm is getting bigger and bigger, but compared with the iron tower, it still looks so slender.

Rumble.

The tourists on the top of the tower who were almost waiting for death with their eyes closed found that the tower stopped falling with a vibration. When some of them looked down cautiously, they found that it was a hand that supported the tower.

The rock hand held the iron tower that was already tilted seventy degrees. Due to the excessive pressure, a large number of cracks appeared on the palm of the arm, and gravel and dust fell down, as if it would shatter in the next second.

"I can, I can!!!"

Abu's previous injuries were even more serious. The blood dyed the Rock Hand red. He lay on the back of his hand and mobilized his last strength.

Cracks are constantly appearing and repairing, and the arms are constantly growing and expanding while trembling!
Just like a soldier using his last bit of strength to plant the flag on a high point, the giant rock hand struggled to put the iron tower back on track.

Gaul forgot to breathe at this moment.

The people on the tower covered their mouths and stared blankly at the hand that seemed to be extended by God, fearing that any bigger movement would cause it to tilt again.

Until five seconds, ten seconds, one minute
The tower is stable.

Maybe it was only temporary, but she didn't fall down after all.

In the sunlight approaching dusk, Mother Earth stretched out a hand and gently supported the toppled iron tower.

At this moment, the iron tower is not straight, but has a slight angle, leaning against the giant hand.

The two maintain a delicate balance.

People finally realized what was happening and gasped, cheered in relief, jumped for joy and cried. They were so happy that they covered their faces and sobbed, with sadness and joy flowing in their hearts.

The tower is still there.

The soul can still find something to rest on, memories can still be accommodated, and pride can still continue.

On the ground, El was already dying, lying quietly on the ground. When he saw the iron tower that had not fallen down, he smiled slightly.

The next moment, he seemed to see the gate of heaven open, and Caroline with wings on her back flew out, smiling and extending her hand to him.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

Caroline said nothing, but just pointed to the heart.

".I'm not afraid of making mistakes, I'm just afraid of your blame."

His hands slowly dropped, his eyes lost their luster, and he stopped breathing. Somewhere under the soil, the magic wand lost all its light.

In the sky, helicopters arrived one after another to rescue the people trapped on the tower.

At the same time, they carefully took away Abu, who was in a coma, and El, who was confirmed dead, from the back of the stone hand.

"Oh my God, this is simply a kind of art, an art that does not belong to this earthly world! My inspiration is erupting, I want to paint it, I want to paint it!" A painter who was sketching outdoors was so excited when he saw the scene of the giant hand supporting the tower in front of him.

"Shut up! You're so annoying!" The female painter at the side scolded him with red eyes, then picked up her easel and walked away, not wanting to see the person in front of her again.

The painter didn't care. He was immersed in his own world, conceiving his own magnificent masterpiece.

Inside the cafe, the owner happily announced that all orders were free today.

People cheered, laughed or cried, raised their glasses and saluted the iron tower and the giant hand not far away.

The old Asian man had finished his coffee, put the banknotes under the cup, and walked towards his next destination with his cane.

"Sir! Sir!"

A voice called him from behind. It was the waitress in the store.

"Phew, the boss said today the meal is free, you don't have to pay." Perhaps because she felt that the Asian girl in front of her didn't understand the local language, she spoke in English.

"Oh, thank you, ma'am." The old man took the money back.

"You're welcome. Besides, why are you still using this kind of banknote? It must have been out of circulation for a long time. I've only seen it a few times in books since I was born." The woman pointed at the banknote curiously.

"Well, this is a banknote from my collection. I accidentally took the wrong one. Do you know the person on it?" the old man explained with a smile, and then asked.

"I don't know him, but I know there's the Eiffel Tower behind him, so he must be Gustav." The woman shrugged.

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "Very good answer, this banknote that is no longer in circulation can be regarded as a small gift from me to you."

"Thank you." Perhaps because she was short of money, the woman still accepted the money. Even if it was not circulated, it was still valuable.

The old Asian man did not stay any longer and turned around and left.

"What a strange person!" As the woman sighed, her cell phone rang. After looking at the incoming call, she answered the call with a bitter face.

"Emergency! There are too many injured. Your leave is cancelled. Come back to work!"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell my part-time boss and I'll be right back." The woman sighed and hung up the phone. She looked at the money in her hand, smiled again, patted her cheeks, and encouraged herself, "Come on, come on! The tower didn't fall down, so I can't fall down either!"

The aftermath of the Gaul incident continued to spread, and countries around the world expressed strong concern. Many countries also expressed their willingness to provide assistance and help rebuild the tower.

Adhering to the idea of ​​"if you can get something for nothing, you're a bastard", Olivier did make a lot of money.

"El has been confirmed dead. His body will be sent to the research institute for preservation and research."

"Abu is very weak and still in a coma. The hospital is currently taking more conservative conventional treatment methods because his skin strength is not suitable for some operations."

"His mother has been transferred to a higher-level ward and will be consulted by professional doctors and nurses to help her recover as soon as possible."

"His brother's body has also been transferred to the funeral home. We just need to wait for them to recover so that we can bury him."

Olivier looked ahead with doubt in his eyes, but he seemed to have no focus: "Where does their power come from?"

"What does transcendence really mean?"

"What are America and Japan hiding?"

"I always have this feeling that an invisible hand has treated our country as a chessboard, and has casually placed two chess pieces. Even the chess pieces themselves don't know who is controlling them, and we on the chessboard are like ants, not being noticed at all."

The assistant comforted him, "Sir, you have been worrying too much lately. This should just be your illusion."

"Is it an illusion?" Olivier didn't know. Perhaps, when he faced something that was difficult to explain with his original worldview, he would subconsciously think of all kinds of outrageous possibilities.

That's right, I should be worrying too much.

Gaul will not be a chessboard.

He also wouldn't let her become a chessboard.

(End of this chapter)