I'm not Doraemon, I'm just a salesman

He has turned off his cell phone, because it makes no difference whether he can turn it on or not. What awaits him is nothing more than a series of fatal calls from the White House and Wall Street.

The resources they can mobilize now have been maximized, and they must solve all this within three days from the beginning of this matter - otherwise the estimated extra cash flow will directly exceed the lighthouse's entire last year. Total GDP.

The Pentagon, the Military Intelligence Laboratory, CAI, the White House, as well as various financial giants and old money families are all working hard to find that damn person!

And as Qiming said - in order to curb the spread of this terrible information to the greatest extent, they forced to shut down the servers of all video websites that could play this advertisement half an hour after the advertisement was placed.

This is true both at home and abroad, although the huge economic and credit losses caused by this are unacceptable to those Silicon Valley upstarts, and even Mr. 'Iron Man' clamored to go to court to sue them——

But no one cares about them. Compared with the financial and economic system that has been maintained by the lighthouse for hundreds of years, what does the life and death of some new media platforms count?

Time, a minute and a second passed.

The amount of money accumulated in the account that they could not check at all became more and more. Little Morgan was forced to live in a hotel that had nothing to do with his family's business - because his family's banknotes had been exposed. Filled up!

And it was the evening of the next day.

Everything, finally got a result!

After excluding a large number of results, screening all call records, and analyzing them through AI and all the psychology experts gathered together, they finally anchored on five possible targets.

Two of them are in New York State, one in Utah, one in Texas, and the last one - in Florida.

They all meet the following conditions: getting rich for no reason, spending a lot of money after getting rich, and still choosing to stay in the local area after spending a lot of money. The content of their calls while staying in the local area is very weird.

Without hesitation, the Free Beacon police force showed unprecedented efficiency at this moment, and they immediately set out to arrest the first four people.

It turned out that two of the four suddenly rich guys were making new anesthetics, one was the one who killed his aunt and dug out a box of hidden gold under his house, and the other was just plain rich. Mental illness.

Then, all the targets are naturally locked on the last person.

Mike Donnell from Florida.

Now, he has officially replaced Bin Laden and all the Lighthouse's enemies - becoming perhaps the only 'most wanted criminal' on whom the entire Lighthouse's efforts have been focused.

At 36:[-] a.m. on the third day, the arrest operation officially began.

49. Immediate arrest

"They're coming to get you."

Just when Mike was extremely excited and continued to inject class-breaking property into the poor people with great intensity, and was eagerly preparing to watch the entire Lighthouse of Liberty become even greater, Nimfu suddenly visited him.

Qiming will not come to the door, he will not interfere with the development of the situation, but Nimfu will.After all, in essence, she is also a type of 'prop', and the prop itself's interference in the changes in the world is within the scope of his enjoyment.

After watching Mike's huge transformation over the past ten days, Nimfu also felt that even if he was not a good person, he was at least more saved than most bad people - it could even be said that he was richer and richer than most of the country. A person with power is closer to a 'good person'

At least after he became rich, he did not forget the people around him, and planned to help more poor brothers escape poverty like him - even if his idea was very naive and even revealed a clear sense of stupidity, he did I did it at my own risk.

He could just stand up alone and use the compound interest bank to earn himself a lifetime of wealth that he could easily squander. Even if he definitely had a weird mentality of dedicating himself to his 'faith', he had indeed made the decision to sacrifice himself. The act of putting oneself in danger to help others.

Just because of this, isn't it better than most people?

"Oh, Lord Angel, my Lord, have you finally come to me again!!!"

On the second floor of his villa, Mike knelt down in front of Nimfu enthusiastically, singing an out-of-tune hymn loudly, his eyes bulging like those of a fish that died suddenly and were about to fall out. , shouted happily

"This shows that my efforts and sacrifices are worthwhile and correct!"

The corners of Nimfu's mouth twitched slightly. She neither understood nor adapted to the fanatical attitude of this believer.

This weird-minded Floridian has reached this level not only because of his ignorance, but also because of his weird thinking logic that Nimfu cannot understand.

But now it's useless to explain to him that he is not an angel. Regardless of whether he understood it wrong or not, this is his choice.

"I mean, the government of this country is here to arrest you."

Nimfu looked at the fanatical Mike and decided to take advantage of him.

"I know this will happen sooner or later!"

Unexpectedly, this news did not seem to make Mike depressed or scared. On the contrary, he was very angry and even clenched his fists excitedly.

"Those damn governments, they don't want to see us ordinary people have money! They would rather their gold and banknotes rot in their safes than give us even more money for a hamburger!"

Mike was angry, but other than that he didn't have any 'fear' emotions, as if he had no knowledge of the government's violence at all.

"...Aren't you scared?" Nimfu asked curiously

"You should know that the props we give you do not actually give you the power to fight against the government. Aren't you afraid of being shot to death by them?"

"If I die, I will die for a great cause, die for the results of doing good, and sacrifice for a great cause!"

Faced with Nimfu's question, Mike gave a very competent answer as a fanatical believer.

"Self-dedication will allow me to reach your heaven after death. In that case, what do I have to fear?"

After that, he directly picked up the shotgun in his hand, obviously intending to defend his beliefs and loyalty at all costs.

Religion, belief... is this what it is?

Nimfu was really speechless, but she thought she should have a simple understanding of why humans who fanatically worship religion have such an attitude.

If you believe that you will inevitably come to a perfect world after death, and death is not death, but dedication is to obtain better results in another world, then will you be afraid of death?

If you have a way out, you will become unscrupulous, thinking that your actions will bring better results in another world, so you don't have to be afraid of the current tragedy and suffering.

but......

Is there really a so-called heaven and hell in this world?Where does the soul go after death?

Nimfu couldn't give this answer, and now she couldn't bear to tell Mike the cruel truth.

He is not an angel, and he may not go to heaven after death. His current resistance is completely meaningless, just a performance to amuse others——

It was too cruel, at least Nimfu's mouth couldn't say such cold and cruel words.

But if he was allowed to seek death like this, Nimfu would also feel a little sorry for him.Looking at this person who fanatically admired her, Nimfu only felt a sense of regret and guilt for not making it clear at the beginning.

So...Nimfu made a choice.

"I can't help you fight them...I can only give you this."

Nimfu said, handed over a universal card, and said softly

"It can help you, but you only have one chance to 'choose' - I can only help you so far. Everything that follows is your own problem."

Mike took the universal card with confusion and strange excitement, and then watched Nimfu's figure slowly disappear into the bubble.

Then, as if he realized something, he opened the window and looked out——

Many people, at least a dozen people whom Mike didn't know at all, were near his newly bought house. He looked at the window in the distance, and a light like the reflection of glass kept flickering.

The uneasy feeling completely occupied Mike's heart. He clenched the wild card in his hand and shouted at those people.

"Come the fuck on, stop talking nonsense, come quickly if you want to come!!!"

The sudden roar also undoubtedly expressed the fact that these people had been exposed.

"Negotiations failed, attack is carried out!!!"

Before Mike could react, the wall of the room next to him was suddenly blown open!Immediately after two pungent smoke grenades were thrown in, a group of heavily armed Marines rushed in and knocked Mike to the ground!

Several black gun muzzles were pressed directly against Mike's forehead, and warning sounds came from his ears.

"Mike Donnell! You have been arrested! Give up resistance, otherwise we will take further measures!"

"Spare your mother, I'll fuck you!!!!"

Mike roared and struggled, but couldn't move at all.He didn't expect that his 'retribution' would come so quickly, and that these government lackeys would come to his door so easily.

But - it's impossible, Mike hasn't given up completely yet!

“Lord, give me strength!!!”

He roared and made a 'wishes' toward the boundless light

The next moment, the universal card in his hand opened under the fleeting light.

.....

On the other side, before Nimfu went to warn Mike, Qiming, who was waiting leisurely in the coffee house as always, received a visitor.

He was wearing a black suit and looked like - no, he was an FIB agent.

And his level seems to be quite high, otherwise he wouldn't be able to negotiate with him on behalf of FIB or even the entire Free Beacon.

But he was definitely not an FIB agent, because his face was full of excitement and longing, and he had no intention of hiding it.

Moreover - he is obviously not in the state that a normal person should have. The golden light emitting from his eyes is very abnormal no matter how you look at it.

Qiming put down his coffee cup and looked at him with interest, and this special agent also came to him.He didn't sit down, just stood beside him and said with a slightly trembling voice.

"Dear Sir, you have finally visited this world again."

"You are..." Qiming tilted his head in confusion.

"Do you remember the young man you helped on the streets of Greece seven years ago?" he said slightly fanatically.

"Sir, I thought we would never have the chance to meet again - I didn't expect you to visit this world again!"

"Oh...I remembered." Qiming touched his chin with a stunned expression, then smiled.

"It's interesting. I didn't expect that the seeds I scattered seven years ago would still be there when I came back. However, do you think now is the time for us to talk."

"Indeed, the conversation with you should be found in a more serious and correct setting."

He took a deep breath, suppressed all the excitement, and then said softly

"Sir, they won't find you here, and no one will come to disturb you."

"I don't care." Qiming shrugged.

"But I also want to ask you about that 'prop'..." He paused and asked slightly nervously and expectantly.

"Whatever." Qiming smiled.

"You know the rules. Although I didn't plan to start my game in this world seven years ago, you should be very clear about the rules. As long as you can do it, you can do whatever you want. I won't interfere."

"You are still as fair as ever." He said respectfully.

"But I don't think you can take him in so easily, or in other words, get him in the end." Qiming touched his chin and smiled with interest.

"I won't interfere in anything, but my 'assistant' may be different, and..."

Before he could finish his words, the villa in the distance suddenly exploded with a burst of blooming aurora!

The aurora fell from the sky, and it was as grand as the apocalypse of the gods coming into the world in an instant!

Qiming stopped talking, just smiled and opened the live broadcast room, and said slowly

"Forget it, let's have fun first."

50.Golden Knight

"The salesman's live broadcast room is open again!!!"

"Where is it this time? We must figure out the specific location of the abnormal contact immediately!"

“This time at the—Lighthouse?!”

After the live broadcast room in the Pan-Asian Alliance was suddenly opened, the Anomaly Investigation Bureau, which was always ready to go, immediately intervened. However, the above results were not domestic.

Not only that, but it seems to be an event that has already been confirmed to have happened.

"Free Beacon? Or was it that thing not long ago?"

After getting the exact result, Team Leader Zheng looked at the screen with a little bit of disappointment, but also heaved a sigh of relief.

For their Abnormal Affairs Investigation Bureau, this abnormal situation is really a mixed bag of good and bad.The advantage is that you may be able to gain a lot, but the disadvantage is that you cannot evaluate the level of disaster caused by its abnormal things.

It is not a bad thing for them if it happens in other countries - at least the disaster will not happen here.

But is the abnormal object this time the mess that caused Lighthouse Financial to be smashed?How should something like that be broadcast live?

Logically speaking, no. After all, if such a thing is broadcast live, it is equivalent to promoting the results and methods used by the holder - for a salesman who simply observes the world changing due to props and holders, it should not be possible. things to do.

This is indeed the case. When the live broadcast was completely connected, what appeared in front of everyone was a 'war'.

It was very Hollywood, very lighthouse. A large number of police and soldiers with live ammunition surrounded a villa, and with a white light shining straight down, a person appeared in the villa——

Angel? !

No, that's not the angel shape that people know with wings covered with a white sheet. What appears is more like a moving angel armor!

Golden, but purely metal wings appeared on his back. He was covered in a full set of baroque-style golden heavy armor, holding a giant sword decorated with golden wings, and the curled golden wings could be seen on his back. The left side forms a shield.

An angel, a knight, a monster.