Fantasy World Transmigration

At the other end of the gate of time and space, the citizens of New York City curiously looked up at the deep, dark vortex above their heads, the universe that was countless light years away.

For ordinary citizens, this is just a mirage of fantasy, a kind of astronomical spectacle, but for the real insiders, it is a real threat, and Nick has extremely complicated feelings.

There is relief like a heavy burden, but also unspeakable sourness.

The opposite of the gate of time and space is not an invading army of aliens, which is good news for him to breathe a sigh of relief, but the political orientation of the human society on the opposite side, **** is not necessarily a big deal to this country positive stuff.

He instinctively wanted to hide everything, just like SHIELD did in the past, contacting the opposite party in secret, and ordinary people live as they want, and it is best not to make any mistakes.

But this time he knew it was impossible.

An iceberg hits head-on, but it's not something you can pretend to be invisible by blindfolding.

But these are all troubles for the future, and now the top priority is to get the ruler of this country to accept this matter, "A bunch of idiots!" Nick said viciously, spitting on the ground.

Many people in this country will think that they will be ruled by a group of elites, with super high IQ, outstanding temperament, serious attitude and capable ability to do things, just like the government advertises to them-elite politics takes fairness into account And efficiency, rulers have power because they are more prominent.

But Nick doesn't believe in these things. No one knows this group of people better than him. They may be a little more outstanding than ordinary people, but this is all because the education investment they receive is ten times that of ordinary people. In terms of attitude and wisdom, they are a group of ordinary people with a broader vision, more decent etiquette, and more sophisticated experience, but most of them have no relationship with the elite.

Compared with SHIELD, which is really a gathering of elites. They are greedy, stupid, cowardly and disgusting.

The Department of Defense has truly exceptional talent, and West Point has truly exceptional talent. Wharton has truly outstanding talent, the Ivy League produces elites one after another, and S.H.I.E.L.D. brings together all the elites, but Nick has to admit, leadership. They are ruled by a bunch of real idiots.

The masters of this country need those elites to help them run, but they don't need someone to covet their position.

So they have their own rules of the game: self-confidence, calmness, boldness, and ruthlessness. They have known since childhood that their battlefield is in the banquet of paper fans and drunkenness, and in the arena of intriguing celebrities, so they adapt to the rules of the game they set up like ducks in water. .

A decent and generous,

Knowledgeable. The descendants who understand the social rules of the upper class are outstanding heirs.

But Nick knows that self-confidence may be arrogance, calmness may become stupid, boldness is sometimes arrogance, and the other side of ruthlessness is viciousness. In their rules of the game, they are outstanding and outstanding, but this world is not really their game world. Not everyone likes to play by other people's rules.

For example, some jerk Nick knew liked to play by his own rules.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are facing challenges that have never been seen in human history. It can be said that from this moment on, every moment is history. What we will face is an unprecedented situation and all past experiences. None of that works. What we need to do is truly groundbreaking, decisive, forward-thinking work that is unparalleled."

Nick held back his anger and tried hard to convince these idiots.

"So I ask you, make a really decisive decision."

"General, that's exactly what we're doing!" a commissioner interrupted impatiently, "What we're doing here is making decisions that affect the world. You know what would happen to America if Wall Street wasn't appeased." Is there an economic loss? How can we get support for our policies if we don’t talk to the bankers?”

"Diplomacy, oil, the situation in the Middle East, anti-terrorism and stability maintenance, our agenda is very heavy, so please don't disrupt the process of the conference, please? Please proceed..."

"I don't know if the world is determined by you, but I know that the behavior of the enemy is not determined by you!"

Nick cut him off angrily.

"Open your eyes and have a look!" Nick pointed out the window.

"You think it's a threat? No, it's a revolution. It's a revolution in which every concept you know, meaning, everything in your head is completely changed."

"Outside this planet, when a world of millions of light years appears in front of us, you are still chattering about the trivial matters of this planet."

"Maybe you think that's a powerful force, but by the time the gears of fortune started turning, those things were old, decayed, lifeless, finance, ****, world trade they used to be important, But today, at the moment when the time-space gate and the outer universe world come, they are no longer the mainstream of this world!"

"How is NASA's scientific research progress?" Nick stood on the podium and asked the committee members in the audience.

"It's going well, and we will start the ninth Mars exploration operation soon." Without the committee members speaking, there will be Ivy League elites reporting on the data.

"What about the industrial strength of the Houston Aerospace Industrial Base and the Oak Grove National Laboratory?" Nick continued to ask with his one-eyed twinkling cold light.

"This is a complex data. The interaction between science and industry, materials, processes, experimental technologies, and reserve generations are very complicated..." The Ivy League graduate answered ably: "We need time to aggregate the data."

Nick nodded, looked at the silent committee members and said with a sneer, "No, just tell me, we can produce several parts of the spacecraft!"

"this……"

"You can talk about it roughly, it can be a guess." Nick didn't mean to embarrass him.

The vocal Ivy League graduates communicated with the alumni for a period of time before they gave a more positive answer: "We can come up with experimental models, but they are prototypes that cannot be copied, relics from extraterrestrial civilizations, and the real technology of the earth, Industrial strength, in the context of the universe, is still completely unfamiliar..."

Nick interrupted him: "Can produce what?"

"Uh!...We don't know!" The spokesperson shrugged: "We have no technical reserves, and the extragalactic spaceships don't even have data for us."

"In other words, we can't even produce a single screw on their spaceship... can we?"

"...Yes!" The committee members in the audience had already started commotion.

"How many spacecraft can we make with the resources of the earth?"

"Resources exist in a broad sense. Now in terms of the resources we can use, all the industrial countries in the world can't build a qualified spacecraft, even in the solar system."

The commotion in the audience grew even bigger.

"What is the foundation of the whole world? How much difference is our productivity, industry, creativity, and labor value compared to the extraterrestrial civilizations we have come into contact with so far?" Nick chased and beat, endlessly asking.

This time the Ivy League discussions took longer.

They started arguing with red faces, and as time went by little by little, they started calling, quarreling, insulting, fainting, and torturing each other until the chaos turned into a pot of porridge, and then slowly agreed, the quarrel calmed down, and finally Finally gave the answer.

Nine hours have passed by now.

An old Ivy with goose skin and messy white hair was elected to make their final judgment: "The production capacity of the entire human society, including the experimental ability and the industrial potential within two months, the entire human beings combined, are all worthless. It can't compare to a spaceship production industrial unit, even if they knocked out the spaceship with a hammer, their industrial capacity using the hammer exceeds the sum of our industries..."

At the venue, there was a dead silence.

Nick glanced around, looked at the ugly 'elites' one by one, and sneered: "Now you all understand, what are we facing?"

He casually flipped through the record book of key issues discussed in the previous meeting, looked at the dazzling data, symbols representing currency, and complicated financial analysis, and shook his head with a sneer.

"Wall Street... scoff!"

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