Super Black Technology

How many players are there in the watermelon guild in the game?

3000000!

Among these people, less than one-third belong to the American nationality. The rest are elite gamers recruited from all over the world by major companies under the Watermelon Alliance and major multinational corporations.

After World War I on the Prairie, many foreign players of the Northern Legion went offline one after another.

In just 10 minutes, the story of the glorious god of war slaying the dragon spread all over the world.

Hearing this news, people from all over the world went crazy.

"Please tell me the evolution method!"

"Altaïr, come out quickly and teach me how to comprehend superpowers. I'm willing to pay a high price!"

"I'll pay a higher price for the detailed guide! Please tell, please tell!"

...

U.S. New York. Alice Manor.

Agent Moulton hurried into the living room.

"Ike, President Trump is looking for you!"

Hearing this, Ike, who was chatting with Alice's sister, raised his head and took the agent's mobile phone.

"HI, good morning, Mr. President!"

"Good morning, Little Ike! I'm calling today to ask a very important and urgent question!"

As soon as these words came out, Ike was taken aback.

What's the problem?

"Ike, you once said: Players can get everything in "Human Civilization", is this true?"

"Nonsense! Of course it's 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, do you mean everything when you say 'everything'? Including technical information and personal skills!"

What? personal skills? what is this?

"It's the skills learned in the game, um..."

Speaking of this, President Trump's voice paused, and then a deep voice sounded: "For example: survivability, personal combat, and...'killing technique'!"

Hearing this, Ike's hippie smile instantly became serious.

"Yes, Mr. President, it also includes the 'killing technique'! If a player kills a dinosaur with his bare hands in the game, then in the real world, he also has this skill. Of course, there is still a difference between the two. different."

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

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

As soon as these words came out, President Trump's breathing became extremely rapid.

Somehow, he seemed to have captured some important information from the words of the federal prodigy.

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

Sudden!

The old voice rang from the phone again:

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

There seemed to be endless expectations in Trump's voice.

He came with the collective wish of all the senior officials in the White House, and he actually wanted to ask only this one key question.

Hearing Trump's question, Ike said solemnly and seriously:

"Yes, absolutely!"

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

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

"Uh...Mr. President, haven't you been calling me 'Little Ike'? Why did you suddenly change your name today?"

"Because——you are worthy of such a title! You are the most precious treasure of our mankind, and your wisdom can be compared with God!"

"Hee hee, Mr. President, I'm blushing! Well, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to discuss her future work with Elder Sister Alice. Goodbye, Mr. President!"

"Little Ike, bye!"

President Trump hung up the phone.

At this moment, warm calls rang out in the conference hall of the White House.

The senior officials of various ministries and those in power of major capital consortiums all applauded excitedly. Everyone was excited to the limit, especially those old big shots.

They have eaten many fruits of life, but they still haven't evolved.

However, it is different now.

As long as they can find out the specific method from Altaïr, they will also step into the door of immortality.

The era of national evolution has truly arrived.

Our youth is coming back!

"Call the Watermelon Alliance and ask if they found Altaïr?"

"Yes, Mr. President!"

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

Everyone waited quietly and patiently...

A moment later, the door of the meeting room was suddenly pushed open. The assistant to the president rushed in.

"Gentlemen, Governor Hughes is back!"

What? Hughes back to Earth? What is he doing back here?

Amidst the astonished guesses of everyone, a cold voice came from outside.

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

As the voice fell, a handsome 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 Moon Fleet, the first ruling governor of the Moon, and a personal friend of God Ike—His Excellency Hughes.

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

"Mr. Hughes, welcome back to Earth as a guest!"

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

After some friendly greetings, Hughes sat down next to President Trump.

"Everyone, I propose: how about I take over the handling of the 'Altaïr Incident'?"

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

"Hughes!"

Trump spoke, his words were very cautious: "You will take over this matter, and I have no objection. But as the President of the United States, I have one condition."

"Mr. President, please tell me!"

"I hope all information can be shared!"

Hughes nodded: "No problem!"

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

Proposal passed!

"Thank you for your recognition!"

Hughes stood up with a smile on his face: "You guys continue to talk, I will go to Hollywood first!"

What? Go to Hollywood? Isn't Altaïr's home in Central Florida? What are you doing in Hollywood?

"Heh! Didn't that Altaïr fall in love with the first daughter of Hollywood's first family? I'll go and talk to them personally!"

President Trump: "…"

Senior officials of various ministries: "..."

The major capital crocodiles: "..."

In this way, under everyone's speechless eyes, Hughes left the White House meeting room and drove to Hollywood.

...

Hollywood. Beverly Hills. The Barrymore family mansion.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

The living room phone rang urgently.

Hearing the ringtone, Mrs. Barrymore answered the phone hastily.

She was in a very irritable mood now, wishing to cut that Altaïr into pieces.

"Who? Who are you, why are you calling so early..."

"Ma'am! Please pay attention to your attitude, I am the Mayor of Los Angeles-Eric Garcetti!"

"Um, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought it was someone else, it was..."

"Come, stop talking nonsense. I'm calling this time to give you some important news. Is your husband, Mr. Barrymore, here?"

"He went out to play golf!"

"Then please tell him as soon as possible: Mr. Hughes Roosevelt has returned to Earth, and he will visit your home soon!"

What? Hughes, the leader of the Watermelon Alliance and the Governor of the Moon, is coming to Hollywood?

God, that's a mighty crocodile, and it's the biggest capital crocodile in the world!

God, when did our Barrymores mess with him?

Endless fear welled up in Mrs. Barrymore's heart. She hung up the phone in a hurry and yelled.

"Come on, come on, go to the stadium and fetch Mr. Barrymore back! Come back immediately, come back immediately!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

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