Super Black Technology

How many players does the Watermelon Guild have in the game?

3000000!

Of these, only less than one-third belong to U.S. citizenship. The rest are elite game personnel recruited by watermelon companies from major companies and multinational companies from all over the world.

After the First World War, many foreign players in the Northern Army went offline.

In just 10 minutes, the glorious God of War slaughtering dragon spread throughout the world.

Hearing this news, the people of all countries are crazy.

"People kindly tell evolutionary methods!"

"Altaïr, come out and teach me how to realize superpowers. I am willing to pay a high price!"

"I pay a higher price to buy detailed strategies! Please tell, please tell!"

...

United States. new York. Alice Manor.

Agent Morton rushed into the living room.

"Ike, President Trump is looking for you!"

Hearing this, Ike, who was chatting with Sister Alice, looked up and took the agent's cell phone.

"HI, Mr. President, good morning!"

"Good morning, Little Ike! I called today to ask a particularly important and urgent question!"

As soon as this word came out, Ike was surprised.

What's wrong?

"Ike, you said: Players can get everything in Terran Civilization. Is this true?"

"Crap! Of course it is true!"

Ike asked angrily: "We have known each other for so long. When did you see me bragging?"

"No, no! Little prodigy, you misunderstood. I want to ask, does everything you say" everything "mean everything? Including scientific and technological materials and personal skills!"

What? personal skills? what is this?

"It's the skill you learned in the game, um ..."

Speaking of this, President Trump's voice paused, and then a low voice sounded: "Survivability, personal combat, and ... 'homicide'!"

Upon hearing that, the look of Ike's hippie smile suddenly became serious.

"Yes, Mr. President, including 'killing'! If a player kills a dinosaur with his bare hands in the game. In the real world, he also has this skill. Of course, there is still somewhere in between. different."

"What's the difference?" Trump asked urgently.

"The only difference is: Does he have enough physique in the real world to support him in making those attack skills in the game!"

With this remark, President Trump's breathing became extremely rapid.

In the midst of it, he seemed to have captured important information from the words of the federal prodigy.

At this moment, Trump did not speak. He is silent, he is thinking hard ...

suddenly!

The old voice rang from the phone again:

"Little Ike, if a player realizes superpowers in the game and he takes a fruit of life after returning to the real world, can he show his superpowers again in reality?"

Trump's voice seemed to contain endless expectations.

He came with the collective aspirations of all the senior officials of the White House, and in fact he only asked this key question.

Hearing Trump's inquiry, Ike spoke solemnly and solemnly.

"Yes, sure!"

As soon as this answer came out, President Trump yelled excitedly:

"Praise you, Lord Ike, you are our greatest genius in America!"

"Uh ... Mr. President, haven't you always called me 'Little Ike'? Why did you suddenly change your mouth today?"

"Because you deserve such a title! You are the most precious wealth of our human beings, and your wisdom is comparable to God!"

"Hee hee, Mr. President, I'm blushing! Okay, I won't tell you, I will discuss her future work with Sister Alice. Mr. President, bye!

"Little Ike, bye!"

President Trump hung up the phone.

At this moment, a warm call sounded in the White House conference hall.

The senior officials of the various ministries and the persons in charge of the major capital consortia all applauded with excitement. Everyone was excited to the limit, especially those who are already old.

They have eaten many fruits of life, but still have not evolved.

However, it is different now.

As long as they can ask specific methods from Altaïr's mouth, they will also step into the door of longevity.

The era of national evolution has really arrived.

Our youth is coming back!

"Call the Watermelon Alliance and ask them to find Altaïr?"

"Yes, Mr. President!"

Upon hearing the instructions, the staff immediately left the conference room to contact the Watermelon Alliance.

Everyone waited quietly and patiently ...

The door of the meeting room was suddenly opened. The assistant to the president hurried in.

"Gentlemen, Governor Hughes is back!"

what? Hughes back to earth? What is he doing back?

In the horrified speculation of everyone, a cold voice came from outside.

"I came back to deal with the 'Altaïr Incident'!"

Along with this voice, a middle-aged man walked into the White House conference room.

He is the current Patriarch of the Roosevelt family, the leader of the Watermelon Alliance, the Supreme Commander of the Lunar Fleet, the first governor of the Moon, and the friend of the great God of God, Hughes.

At this moment, all members of the White House conference room stood up collectively.

"Mr. Hughes, you are welcome back to the earth!"

"Oh, good morning everyone, nice to meet you!" Hughes greeted everyone with a smile.

After a friendly greeting, Hughes sat down next to President Trump.

"You guys, how about I handle the 'Altaïr Incident'?"

As soon as this statement came out, the capitalists of the major consortiums raised their hands collectively, while many senior officials of the White House were collectively silent.

"Hughes!"

Trump spoke up and said very carefully: "I take this matter for you, I have no opinion. But as Federal President, I have one condition."

"Mr. President, please tell me!"

"I hope everything can be shared!"

Hughes nodded: "No problem!"

Upon hearing this answer, senior White House officials also raised their hands.

Proposed to pass!

"Thank you for your approval!"

Hughes stood up with a smile on his face: "Let's keep talking ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ I'll go to Hollywood first!"

what? Going to Hollywood? Isn't Altaïr now in Central Florida? What are you doing in Hollywood?

"Oh! Didn't that Altaïr fall in love with the maid of the First Family in Hollywood? I'll talk to them in person!"

President Trump: "..."

Senior officials of various ministries: "..."

The big capital crocodiles: "..."

In this way, in the silent eyes of everyone, Hughes left the White House conference room and drove to Hollywood.

...

Hollywood. Beverly Hills. Barrymore Family Mansion.

"Ting Bell!" "Ting Bell!" ...

The telephone in the living room was urgent.

Upon hearing the bell, Mrs. Barrymore hurriedly answered the phone.

She was so upset now that she couldn't wait to kill that Altaïr.

"Who? Who are you, what did you call so early ..."

"Mrs. Please note your attitude. I'm the mayor of Los Angeles-Eric Gahiti!"

"What? Uh, sorry, sorry, I thought it was someone else, it was ..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I'm calling this time to tell you something important. Is your husband, Mr. Barrymore?"

"He went out to play golf!"

"Then please tell him as soon as possible: Mr. Hughes Roosevelt is back on earth, and he will come to your house when he stays!"

what? Watermelon League leader and moon governor Hughes is coming to Hollywood?

God, that's a mighty crocodile, and it is also the world's largest capital crocodile!

God, when did our Barrymore family mess with him?

"Come, come, come to the stadium to pick up Mr. Barrymore! Come back, come back immediately!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

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