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The secretary nodded in agreement.

……

Word quickly reached Air Force One.

Nate looked at the report handed over by the FBI. He scanned every sentence on it in detail, frowning slightly but not getting angry.

Anger has become a challenging thing for someone his age.

Whenever the anger that wants to destroy everything burns in the heart, it will quickly fade away due to the weakness of the body.

He rubbed his temples and sighed: "David is really nonsense. What do those people below know? Spreading the news will only cause panic among the people, and will also allow intelligence agencies from other countries to rush in like cats smelling fishy smell." New York."

The Secretary of State stood in front of his desk and whispered: "Should we give him an order to revoke the official information?"

"It's useless, he won't listen to us."

Nate leaned back. He met David and promoted David to be mayor, largely to increase his support among the people.

As a result, he got the support he wanted.

In this year's polls, he defeated his most favorable opponent for the first time, confirming the determination within the Democratic Party to elect him, and he is expected to be re-elected next year.

At this time, he definitely couldn't let that annoying guy catch the news that he was not getting along with David.

However, the gangsters below and some people in small and medium-sized groups often have different ideas from the top leaders. They have really been chopped down and want to kill David from the bottom of their hearts.

Nate felt like he was sitting on a powder keg that would explode at some point. He picked up a cup of coffee and asked, "What do you think of this?"

"The people formed by shadows may be a certain race from another world. Wearing armor means there are more advanced people above them. We should try to contact them."

"You're right, call Braulio and ask him to rush back to New York from Florida to see what those people want to do with him."

Nate made the decision.

Chapter 482: The Intelligence of Shadow Soldiers

Braulio Vargas is not only the richest man in New York, but also the founder of the Innovation Economic Forum, the founder of Bloomberg Group, the founder of Bloomberg Limited Partnership and Bloomberg Philanthropies, and the United Nations Special Envoy for Climate Action.

It is not uncommon for one person to hold so many titles; anyone can have multiple positions and identities.

But every identity has a status in society, and that is not an easy thing to achieve.

In particular, Braulio's reputation is now enough to spread throughout the United States and even countries around the world.

"Does Mr. President want me to fly to New York to meet with an alien creature who doesn't know why he's looking for me?"

"That's right, Braulio, you are already seventy-seven years old this year. Don't you want to establish contact with the other side?"

"Mr. Secretary of State, are you kidding? Since you know that I am seventy-seven years old, don't mention this kind of thing."

Braulio immediately shook his head.

He didn't want to risk himself traveling to New York to meet an unknown being.

What if the other party catches him and wants to torture him severely?

Although he has nothing to do with people from other worlds and cannot have any grudges, he is always afraid of the worst.

Braulio is no longer the poor boy he used to be. He sits on a huge business empire and owns wealth far beyond ordinary people's imagination, including yachts, airplanes, and real estate.

Now that he is in this position, he no longer considers whether he can spend money to buy it, but what he wants to spend money on.

Standing in such a prominent position, he had lost the desire to expand his commercial territory and began to choose to stabilize his imperial hegemony.

In many things, if there is no 80% chance, he will not choose to take risks.

He is only seventy-seven years old.

In the future, if he really establishes contact with other worlds or achieves any breakthrough results in the laboratory, his age will most likely be extended.

Braulio welcomes others to be the first to eat crabs. He would rather go slow than take risks.

He is so old that he doesn't want to take part in any adventures. He just wants to sit back and enjoy the fruits of young people's hard work.

"Braulio, I think it's better for you to think it over carefully."

"There is nothing to consider. Please reply to Mr. President. I will never go to New York, let alone meet people from other worlds!"

Braulio's voice was very firm. He would rather lose part of his interests than become a pawn and go to New York at the risk of ruining his future and the prosperous world. That was a mental illness.

The Secretary of State wanted to continue persuading, but Braulio suddenly said: "Oh, my signal is not very good, so I will hang up first."

Without giving the other party time to answer, he hung up the phone without worrying about the consequences of offending the president.

This is Florida.

Braulio chose to live in a state outside the base of the president's party because he considered the possibility of conflict with the authorities.

It is impossible to get the red-necked states to obey the president's order and forcibly arrest him.

The state of Florida did not recognize Nate as president at all.

But why do people from other worlds look for him?

There was a look of contemplation on Braulio's face, and he felt that even Florida was not safe, so he hurried to the British manor to hide.

As a world-renowned rich man, the properties he can check out on the surface are not an exaggeration.

Secretly, he bought a lot of real estate.

The land in some small countries can even be called a country within a country.

Braulio wondered to himself, is Britain also a bit dangerous?

Just go to Africa...

He thought as he walked out of the villa.

"Sir, do you want to come and play?"

A crisp sound came from the swimming pool. Braulio stopped and looked up. In the swimming pool reflecting the moonlight, a group of boys and girls were staying there, wearing cool swimsuits.

These are toys he collected from all over the world through smugglers, and some were specially sent to Thailand or South Korea to be shaped into the look he likes.

Braulio was tired of playing with simple men and women, and he wanted to pursue more exciting exchanges.

"Come here."

Braulio waved to the nearest child. He looked at the young skin with a trace of longing in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pinched it and said: "It's not safe here. We have to move to a manor in England to play."

"Okay."

The little girl smiled and nodded.

……

Zingze rushed to Florida.

He roughly figured out that the intelligence of the shadow soldiers did not depend on the shadow soldiers, but on the orders he gave.

If the orders he gives are simple, the Shadow Soldier's intelligence will become very simple and he can only do simple things.

On the contrary, the orders he issued were complicated. In order to complete the orders he issued, the shadow soldiers would extend corresponding intelligence.

For example, the order to kidnap Braulio.

Under complex orders, the shadow soldiers learned how to use their mobile phones to search the Internet.

After missing out, they knew how to go directly to the senior management of Bloomberg News, use simple pictures and hand gestures to ask about Braulio's whereabouts, and then immediately left.

Unlike Qingze who didn't know the road, the shadow soldiers didn't need any navigation at all and were able to advance accurately all the way to Florida in the shadow world.

Moreover, staying in the shadow world, the shadow soldier's speed has reached the highest speed he can move forward.

Qingze uses the ability of catalytic induction to follow them.

Countless sounds and images flashed through his mind. If he hadn't been in a desire-free state of mind right now, the complicated news might have made his head explode.

The shadow soldiers ignored any defenses of the manor and sneaked into the helipad.

A 650-meter-long Gulfstream G business jet is parked here, like a steel fortress.

There were colorful lights flashing on both sides of the apron. Braulio was very old and looked very fashionable.

His hair was dyed black and combed into a slick, and he was wearing a floral shirt and floral shorts. He had a little girl on his left hand and a little boy who had been transformed from Thailand on his right hand.

Qingze originally thought that the three of them were related by ancestors and grandchildren, but upon closer inspection, he found that that was not the case at all.

This old thing deserves to die!

Sixty-six shadow soldiers suddenly emerged from their shadows.

"what?!"

The bodyguards let out a cry of surprise, but their hands had not yet drawn their guns.

Braulio had been grabbed by several shadow soldiers and dragged downward into the shadow of the ground.

"Mr. Braulio?!"

The bodyguards shouted, but they could only watch the one sinking to the ground. Then someone stepped forward and stepped on it, and found that the ground was very hard and did not look like it could swallow people.

A thought flashed through Qingze's mind.

The shadows of the bodyguards took the initiative to leave the ground and stretched out their hands to drag them down.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the boys and girls, there were no adults at all.

They were shivering in the night wind, not knowing what was happening.

……

Braulio doesn't know either.

He looked at the dark place in front of him and squinted his eyes as hard as he could, but he still couldn't see clearly what was in the dark environment.

As an older person, his eyesight is not as good as it was when he was young, and the dark environment makes him feel like he is going blind.

Sixteen bodyguards were dragged down by the shadow soldiers and fell around him.

"Seplin, are you guys?"

"Mr. Braulio, are you okay?"

"good."

Braulio nodded in response, his panicked heart gradually calmed down, and he continued to scan around.

Qingze saw that his eyesight was not very good, so he made the shadow of the palace lighter to let this person know how he died.

Gradually, Braulio discovered that the rich darkness was gradually losing its mysterious cloak, revealing blurry outlines, like an underworld filter that was voluntarily added after taking the photo.

As a result, everything here seems extremely gloomy and has a strong sense of oppression.

Even if he couldn't see clearly, he could tell that this was a very majestic building.

He swept across the pillars and landed on the throne on the nine steps.

"What do you want from me?"

Braulio's mind was spinning quickly. From the surrounding environment and the darkness, a pair of red eyes reminded him of what the Secretary of State had said before.

There was no doubt that there was an alien creature in front of him who wanted to see him.

Looking at the crown on his head, he seems to be the king of some kind of clan.

"If there is anything I can do for you, just ask me."

"No, you have already used practical actions to do what you can do for me."

Qingze replied casually that he caught this man simply because he wanted to test the intelligence of the shadow soldiers.

The desired results have been tested.

He was pleased with the way the Shadow Soldiers were able to change their intelligence according to the difficulty of his command.

Brau's heart sank slightly. He was not afraid of being used, but what he was most afraid of was not having any use value.

He didn't know what he had done, so he said cautiously, "I wonder what I have done for you?"

"An experiment."

Qingze raised his hand, and the sixty-six shadow soldiers who fell below quickly dissipated. The shadows gathered in his hand like mist and condensed into a sword.

Looking at the long sword, which was as dark as a black hole, different from the faint darkness around it.