Super Black Technology

At this time, Ike didn't know that someone was cursing him. If he knew, he would still make such a choice.

This is not only because there are many dolls in that room, but more importantly - there are no monitors in that room.

In the heavily guarded White House, there are surveillance cameras everywhere. But there are some rooms that have absolutely no monitors, such as——

The boudoir of Mr. President's daughter!

Who would install a surveillance camera in the room of the President of the United States' daughter? Not to mention that the two sisters do not agree, Obama will not agree either.

What are you kidding? Who dares to spy on my daughter!

This is why Ike chose the room.

Of course, President Obama has two daughters. There is also an older daughter, but that room is pink.

As a big man, oh no, as a small man, sleeping in a pink room, Ike felt very awkward. (I'm sorry, the author's baby has never been to the room of the eldest daughter of the President of the United States, so it is tentatively designated as pink. If anyone has been there, please leave a message to tell the baby, the baby can change.)

"Klos, how's your energy harvesting going?"

Ike was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, asking the ball of light in a spiritual way.

Hearing the inquiry, the metal electronic sound sounded instantly: "Currently, it can receive 1 billion energy per day, and it will cost 300 million to transmit the next super technology."

Hearing this, Ike was very pleasantly surprised: "Doesn't that mean that we can store 700 million energy every day?"

"good!"

After getting an affirmative answer, Ike laughed silently, very happily.

Save 700 million every day, 7 billion in 10 days, 70 billion in 100 days... If this continues, we will no longer have to stutter like before.

Unfortunately, Ike thought of all this too simply.

The metal electronic sound of the light sphere sounded again: "It's too little to save 700 million people every day. There are 7.2 billion people on the earth, and only one tenth of them pay attention to you every day. Do you think it's too much? And, Ike natives, remind you: if you If you don’t do anything for a long time, your popularity will decrease.”

Ike: "..."

Isn't this the same as those stars? If you don't show your face and don't act for a long time, gradually no one pays attention to it.

Tragedy, do you want me to continue to do great things?

However, there is nothing important to do now! It's impossible to have another XX incident, please, if you do this kind of thing too much, you will be punished by God. I'm in the camp of good and lawful, and I can't do chaotic and evil things.

"Cross, what is the next super technology?"

"Insufficient progress, can't tell!"

"It only transmits 0.3% every night, and it will take more than a year to complete the transmission. Isn't this too slow? Can you speed up the progress of the transmission..."

Speaking of which, Ike froze for a moment.

He suddenly remembered that at the very beginning, the progress of the light ball transmission increased rapidly, 1% at a time, then 2%, but within a minute, he fell to the ground with black eyes.

According to Cross, it was because his body was too fragile to withstand the violent injection of massive amounts of information. So the last few days have turned into a transfer rate of 0.3% per night.

"Clos, can you gradually increase the transmission speed until you find the maximum critical point that I can bear? For example, double it first, then triple it, quadruple it... Once I can't handle it anymore, you can immediately reduce it How about it?" Ike suggested.

Hearing this suggestion, the ball of light almost jumped out, and slapped Ike to death.

Do you think it's an old driver driving, go fast if you want to go fast, and go slow if you want to go slow.

The ball of light resisted the urge to slap Ike to death, and responded seriously: "This is transmitted through a high-dimensional channel with the soul as the carrier, and the speed cannot be changed! It can be doubled, tripled, or quadrupled, you have to figure it out yourself Say it again!"

Ike was dumbfounded for a moment, and it took a long time before he chose the option of twice.

"Start in half an hour!"

After making his decision, Ike put aside all other thoughts and went to sleep.

Half an hour later, within Ike's soul, the bright ball of light emerged instantly.

"Energy statistics: 2.83 billion..."

"Building a soul information transmission channel...under construction...completed!"

"Speed ​​correction, correction complete!"

"Transmitting the selected technology information module...transmitting..."

"5.11%...5.13%...5.15%..."

Endless technological knowledge was injected into Ike's soul rapidly, and the speed really doubled.

Ike looked calm in his sleep, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Hasn't this speed reached the limit that Ike's body can accept? So can you try triple speed tomorrow night?

...

Time flies, and it's 12 o'clock in the morning.

At this time, the White House was still bright as day. President Obama was still awake, and neither were senior federal officials. They were having a meeting in a conference room.

The content of the meeting was a woman.

Her name is - Alice! Alice Hill!

"She's only 4 hours away from the Boston airport! Do we need to send a commissioner to meet her? Anyway, the White House better make a good impression on her."

This is Mr. Secretary of State proposing.

As soon as this proposal came out, no one at the scene responded. There are two words written on everyone's face: Tangle.

To pick up Alice? So what to do with her next? Should I send her to school, or pick her up directly at the White House?

If she asked about the little guy, what would the person who greeted him answer? Do you mean you don't know, or you have nothing to say?

No matter what, it is not easy to answer, it is better not to answer!

Seeing the reaction at the scene, the Secretary of State in charge of foreign affairs said helplessly again: "Then the British Foreign Secretary has arrived, we must arrange someone to greet him!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone became even more entangled.

To pick up the British Foreign Secretary is not to meet Alice. What to do then?

"It's better to take her..." A high-ranking official made a faint assassination gesture, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

"No!" "No!"

Obama and Hughes spoke in unison, denying the proposal.

This senior official didn't know the inside story, but didn't the two of them know it? The federal military has already assassinated once, but it failed.

This method can no longer be used, let alone in the United States.

From a political perspective, what would Britain think if Alice died in the United States? What will the EU think?

From the perspective of personal feelings, Alice died in the United States, and the little guy still doesn't hate the United States. If other countries use any dirty tricks, the little guy will definitely be alienated from the United States, and it will be extremely difficult to guide him in a "good" direction in the future.

Therefore, Alice can die anywhere, and must not die in the United States.

"Then what should we do?"

"Always give me a charter, it's already 12:30!"

"Yeah, it's been another half an hour, and it's only three and a half hours before Alice arrives at Boston Airport."

A group of bigwigs spoke up one after another, complaining about the procrastination of the democratic government. They held meetings for several hours, but no results were reached yet.

What a tragedy!

"Buzz!"

At this time, Hughes' cell phone vibrated suddenly, and a text message was sent to his cell phone.

Hughes looked down, it was the routine security report of the security personnel, and a security report for the little guy needed to be sent to him every half hour.

Yes, it is that strict! Tighter than the security of the President of the United States!

After seeing that the security guards were normal, Hughes put down his cell phone and discussed Alice's solution with the presidents and gentlemen again.

Sudden!

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

Just two minutes after Hughes put down the phone, the phone rang suddenly. The voice was hurried and harsh.

The audience fell silent for a moment, and all looked at Hughes.

Hughes looked down at the phone again, the number was still that of the security team.

What's going on, didn't you just send a text message? Why are you calling again? Could it be, could it be...

In Hughes's heart, a strong uneasiness suddenly surged, and then he answered the phone immediately.

"Sir, something happened to the target! It's in danger!" The security personnel yelled from the mobile phone, and the yell was extremely panicked.

What? !

At this moment, everyone in the conference room suddenly stood up.

This is the White House of the United States, and this is the White House of the world's most powerful country! Who broke in again? !