Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 135 Is It Him? (4000)

Time goes back fifteen minutes
Inside the iconic White House at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C.

In a room on the third floor below ground, a conversation between two stars was still going on. In a sense, it could be considered a continuation of the meeting.

It is worth mentioning that after the black president set the tone and left, the military decision-maker who was originally sitting in the room with him and dressed in a Scottish style also left.

Naturally, at this moment, the only ones left in the room were the 'insectoid' and...
James Comey, current Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI).

The reason why James can stay here to "share the president's worries" and is qualified to connect with the alien in front of him is naturally due to his special identity.

In fact, it is not just the FBI director. With the support, operation and collusion of the black president, this "James" has inexplicably become the shadow "director" of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) of the United States - without the knowledge of the deputy directors and agents of the CIA at all.

Therefore, in a sense, he, who holds dual positions in the FBI and CIA, is the absolute core figure in the United States responsible for handling the "Third Kind Contact Incident".

After the president left, James was obviously more relaxed. He leaned back and lifted his feet onto the table.

After a short rest, he seemed to feel more relaxed, and he sat up straight again. He took out a handmade leather cigar box with exquisite carvings and a European classical style from his small shoulder bag.

He opened the box, clicked for a long time, then took out two cigars and placed them on the table - a "Friends" San Juan and a "Monte" No. 2 Special.

He shook his head, put the 'San Juan' in his mouth, and took out a classic 'ZIPPO' lighter from his waist buckle and lit the cigar.

James took a small puff, and after two or three seconds, he used his tongue to disperse the cigar smoke in his mouth and then spit it all out.

For a moment, the milky aroma of 'San Juan' surrounded him and the 'insect-like man'.

After more than ten breaths, the insectoid suddenly asked, "Why don't you try to blow the smoke through your lungs?"

James was stunned for a moment, then said, "The last time I smoked a cigar through my lungs, I was still a little boy. That time, I just collapsed in the cowshed at my grandfather's house."

James smiled slightly, as if he was telling a funny story. He then continued, "Two mouthfuls, and I passed out twice. I was blacked out the entire day, from morning till night. I was so intoxicated that I couldn't wake up at all."

The Insectoid didn't comment on this. Instead, he extended an arthropod hand, tapped the cigar in James's hand, then pointed at the 'Special Offer No. 2' on the table. He said, "With your current level of evolution, you can give it a try, maybe even two at once."

James simply raised an eyebrow before gladly accepting the offer.

He put the 'San Juan' into his mouth again, took a deep breath, held his breath for a few seconds, and only exhaled the smoke through his nose after it passed through his lungs.

"cool!"

As if he had tasted the sweetness, James lit another 'No. 2 Special' cigar and put it into his mouth.

Monte's 'Special No. 2' cigars were different from the bready, milky aroma of the 'San Juan'; they were a blend of coffee and cocoa. At that moment, the two cigars blended like a rich mocha in James' mouth.

After about half a minute of puffing away smoke until it filled his lungs, James came back to his senses, shaking his head, and turned to look at what was projected on the projector.

The right half of the projection was from the perspective of the Spore agent, Kinoshita Hirojuro, who was currently being besieged by Quan Xing, Longhushan, and Nadutong.

Then he looked at the left half of the projection that showed the Prophet's 'inventory' quantity.

……

"So far, we haven't received any intelligence, and the prophets used for divination are constantly dying."

James frowned, silently calculated the death rate of those Indian "consumables", and couldn't help but speak out.

After hearing this, the insectoid man opposite did not say anything in a hurry. Instead, he stretched out a limb and pointed it behind him - the wall where the "content" was projected.

A gurgling sound came from the tip of its extended limb, and after a few breaths, a fishy yellow eye suddenly grew out from the 'tip'.

The insectoid man did not move or turn around, but with the help of the arthropod hand that had grown eyes and turned around, it was able to see the entire content of the projection.

Then it said, "This is actually a good thing. It shows that we are heading in the right direction. In fact, it can even be said that this is the right way."

After hearing his answer, James put the cigars into his mouth again, one on each side, and then made a 'please' gesture.

He said, "Okay, let me hear it. Although our relationship is good, you have to give me a reasonable explanation. I have to report to our president."

The insectoid suddenly shook from head to toe, then said, "According to what your 'engineer' said, these Indian consumables are indeed fragile, and their divination effectiveness is low."

"When they enter the spiritual realm known as 'spiritual consciousness' or 'inner vision', they often die due to their own spiritual weakness."

"On the other hand, when their thoughts are stacked together through the physical connection and their spirits amplify each other, they can avoid the result of sudden death."

"In this case, the only thing that could cause their immediate death while they're linked together is a divination—that is, requiring them to shatter the [question] and obtain the [answer]."

Having said that, the 'insectoid' paused, then continued, "But perhaps you don't know that the last time I applied to use the [Prometheus] system to divine the creator of 'Iron Man'..."

"I haven't given the order to crush the [question] yet. Simply by asking the question, those consumables died immediately."

"According to the Engineer's interpretation, this unprecedented situation can only mean that the creator of Iron Man has already had an excessive influence on your planet."

"And the impact is so great that even the mental fluctuations caused by simply asking questions can cause the consumables to die."

The insectoid rubbed its arthropod hands together for a while and said, "Now, after discussing with your 'engineer', I have decided to take advantage of this."

"Currently, the questions asked in the 'divination system' are all centered around the 'extended body' and are indirect safety issues that won't cause the consumables to die."

"For example, questions like 'Who is around Kinoshita Hirojuro right now?'"

Having said that, the 'insect-like man' began to lean forward, and the entire insect head pressed down, and one of its arthropod arms pointed at the life-support tanks displayed in the projection.

It said, "This kind of vague question should be quite safe, yet it causes the consumable to die without obtaining an answer, and it's a special kind of alternating death." "This can only mean that the heretic is indeed on the edge of the 'divination extension's' scope, but not close enough. In your analogy, he just barely skirted the edge."

"Since the method is correct, now... all we need to do is use the life of those consumables as 'biological radar'."

After saying this, the insectoid's mouthparts moved slightly, and then he continued, "If your analysis is correct, the creator of Iron Man is a 'hero' person..."

"Then when a 'monster' that... ordinary people can't deal with is placed before him, he will most likely take the bait."

"Now, all we have to do is wait. Wait for our extension to find him, or for him to show up himself, or...the other party will just attack directly."

"When those consumables begin to die in large numbers, it means that the [heretic] has arrived."

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but just as the 'insectoid' finished speaking...

In the projector's 'live broadcast', the data bar representing the prophet's 'inventory' was rapidly decreasing, and Kinoshita Hirojuro's live broadcast perspective also changed.

He was being pushed into the air by an old man with a Taoist appearance, long beard and eyebrows, and wearing a Taoist robe, and was moving quickly because of this.

The Insectoid glanced at the nearly empty supplies and said loudly, "That's him!"

Just as it finished shouting this sentence, the live broadcast signal from Kinoshita Hirojuro was cut off, making the two people in the white house "blind".

James also saw the last scene. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "This old man? I seem to remember him."

"This old man... let me think, his name should be Zhang Zhiwei. Is he the leader of the Taoists in Longhu Mountain?"

"Well, first of all, I think your screening method does make sense. But, I still want to ask..."

"So, according to you, you're saying that he... a Taoist priest over a hundred years old, a believer in religion, with a status equal to that of the Pope, is the kind of scientist who can create armor?"

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Liu Ke, who had promised not to wear armor for a walk easily, ended up breaking his promise and put on his beloved steel armor.

It had been almost a month since he last fought in his Iron Armor. That time, he had caused considerable damage in Myanmar, but he had also saved a number of lives, which was considered a good deed.

At that time, he was still wearing the Mark II, which was an experimental model of armor among Tony's many armor designs.

But now, he is wearing the Mark 6, which can be said to be a upgrade and looks very majestic.

Let’s put it this way, even if he were placed in the Marvel Cinematic Universe today, he would still be a good player in the Battle of New York.

Having said that, Longhu Mountain is neither big nor small. With just one push, Liu Ke pulled Kinoshita Hirojuro hundreds of meters away and brought him to the middle of the mountain road in the back mountain.

As he was pushing the Japanese man away, he accidentally glanced at him and discovered the source of the abnormal signal...

Liu Ke, who now attaches great importance to "confidentiality", subconsciously hacked all the communication methods of the other party, including the "live broadcast" equipment.

……

Bang!
Looking at the Japanese man in his hand and the four flesh blades rushing towards him, Liu Ke, who was still transformed into the appearance of an 'old Taoist priest', stopped suddenly and let go, letting him fall freely.

Then, he raised his hands and fired a palm cannon, knocking Kinoshita Hirojuro to the ground.

He had already known from the drone's vision that Kinoshita had a strong recovery ability. Seeing that the granulation tissue on the other party's body showed signs of spreading and growing again, he simply raised his left hand and began to rotate the wrist armor module.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Twelve rounds of [Hand-mounted Armor-Piercing Rocket-Propelled Grenade] were launched at Kinoshita, directly piercing and scraping his flesh, and even sweeping away a large area of ​​granulation tissue.

"It feels a little weird..."

After muttering a few words to himself inside the armor, Liu Ke no longer wanted to use the [Phantom] system to pretend to be the old Taoist priest.

"Anyway... this Japanese guy can't be kept here, and there's no one around."

Thinking of this, Liu Ke raised his right hand, double-clicked the chest reactor with his fingers, and then took off his disguise, restoring his original appearance of the iron armor.

Afterwards, feeling a little more comfortable, he controlled the steel armor floating in the air, raised his hands, and fired the charged palm cannon from his palms again!
boom! boom! boom!
The repulsive ray from the palm cannon exploded directly on the Japanese man, blowing the temporary flesh and bone shield formed by his hands into pieces, and finally passed through his chest, causing him to collapse directly to the ground.

Seeing this, Liu Ke did not approach blindly, but landed on the ground and used scanning equipment to observe the other party.

"...What on earth is this thing? Can it even be considered a living thing?"

It must be said that these Japanese methods were extremely bizarre. Although Liu Ke's firepower seemed to have severely damaged the enemy, during the "scan", the opponent's vitality was still strong and was recovering at an accelerated rate.

"Qi? No! This... is pure life force. Could it be the legendary Fukushima people?"

Although Liu Ke hadn't practiced any orthodox techniques, he had learned a few skills from watching and hearing during the Luotian Dajiao competitions over the past few days...

For example, he could now clearly distinguish the Qi of aliens. While the Japanese man before him was definitely an alien, his tentacles, flesh, and many other "biochemical-level" abilities had absolutely nothing to do with Qi or alien methods.

"Master, the opponent still has vital signs. I recommend you use the miniature Jericho missile."

Listening to the prompt given by the black wall, Liu Ke in the armor frowned, but still raised his right arm and summoned "Jericho".

"I really don't want to bomb our motherland's beautiful mountains and rivers at random. It would be a sin..."

Although he spoke with hesitation, he still launched the missile directly.

call out!
(End of this chapter)