Super Working Man

Qian Duoduo cried and laughed: "brother long, why do you have to follow me?"

Zhang Longzhen said: "this is our task. The task given to us on the 1st is to let us cooperate with you well. We must complete the task."

"OK, go wherever you want." Qian Duoduo had no choice but to promise.

Everyone was immediately happy.

Song Qiuyue was in high spirits: "I'm going too. Just leave the decoration to the workers."

Qian Duoduo looked at the crowd and said seriously, "you follow me. You must listen to me. You are absolutely not allowed to make decisions without authorization. If you don't listen to me, no matter who it is, I won't be polite."

The crowd nodded.

"The matter of the American Palace is left behind. Now our most important thing is to solve the intelligent bomb of the Black Hawk group first. Brother long, did you tell you on the 1st?"

"Yes. The smart bomb is the most advanced assassination weapon in the world today. It is similar to the smart UAV and is more concealed and ingenious than the UAV. The Black Hawk group calls this kind of smart UAV the little dragonfly. Not long ago, the agents of the Black Hawk group used the little dragonfly to assassinate Professor Deng Sen, a famous mathematician and physicist in China. Professor Deng Sen almost died in him In your hands. "

"Yes. Small dragonflies are very harmful. If they are produced in large quantities and put into the market in large quantities, it will be a disaster not only for our country, but also for the whole world. Therefore, our first step is to destroy the production and R & D center of small dragonflies as soon as possible and control their R & D personnel."

"When will you do it?"

"Do it this afternoon."

"OK, let's go after dinner."

All the members of the dragon soul team are very excited and eager to perform the task immediately.

In the American Palace, skron was furious in his office and pointed to Ashton George's nose: "stupid! It's stupid! George, you let me down. You're also a scientist in our country. Do you believe there are Martians in the world?"

Ashton George stood in front of him and saw his anger. He dared not let out the atmosphere. He said tremblingly: "Mr. President, it's hard to say this. Fifty years ago, there were all kinds of legends about Martians in all parts of the world, and even some scientists..."

"Go away! If you mention the Martians again, go away immediately!"

Ashton George quickly closed his mouth, lowered his head and dared not speak again.

Skron pointed George out and wanted to kick him out of the office, "George, last time our aircraft carrier fleet was inexplicably attacked by seabirds in the South Pacific. Seven ships, including the president, sank at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. You told me that there was a problem with the design of the aircraft carrier. This time, thousands of people in the Empire State building were teased by a yellow skinned Asian. You told me that the Martians did it and that the Martians were friends of Chinese people. Can you Think about it with your head. Why are these two things related to the Chinese people? "

Ashton George shook his head, still afraid to speak.

"Let me tell you, because the Chinese are our sworn enemies. I suspect that the Chinese are responsible for both things."

Ashton George raised his head and boldly said, "Madam President, I also doubt that the Chinese people, especially the Martians who make trouble in the Empire State Building, have the same skin color, appearance and rudeness as the Chinese people, but what we need is evidence. Without evidence, we can't do anything."

"There will be evidence. We will find evidence. I believe the so-called Martians will appear again."

Ashton George's cell phone rings.

George took out his cell phone and saw that it was Frank's phone. He hesitated and reported to skron: "Mr. President, frank, chairman of the Black Hawk group."

Sekrone's face was gloomy: "take it."

George answered the phone, "Hello, Frank."

Frank also sat on the hospital bed with an infusion: "Mr. George, the Martians are here again."

"What, the Martian appears again! Where is he?"

"Chinatown. He appeared in Chinatown half an hour ago."

"Why did he go to Chinatown?"

"Because my son was in trouble in Chinatown and had a conflict with song Zhongyuan, President of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in New York, today my son took several people to Chinatown to find song Zhongyuan's theory and was beaten by several of song Zhongyuan's men. I was angry. I asked Colonel Chelsea to bring more than 200 mercenaries to my son. Unexpectedly, the Martians suddenly appeared. As a result, more than 200 mercenaries let the Martians A gust of wind blew it down. The Martians put down their cruel words. If anyone bullies the Chinese, he won't let it go easily. "

"This damn Martian has something to do with the Chinese people! Well, I know about it." George hung up his cell phone and said to Sloan, "Mr. President, half an hour ago, the Martians helped the Chinese people in Chinatown and taught more than 200 mercenaries of the Black Hawk group a lesson."

"Martians, Martians..." Shi Krone frowned deeply and muttered to himself, "I doubt that the so-called Martians are Chinese."

George was surprised: "are Chinese so powerful?"

"George, you don't know the Chinese people. Great China has a long history and Chinese people advocate martial arts. Since ancient times, Chinese Kung Fu has been famous all over the world, and many ancient martial arts experts have emerged."

George nodded: "yes, I know. Bruce Lee is one of the most outstanding."

"Although Bruce Lee has excellent kung fu, he is far from being a master of ancient martial arts. As far as I know, the real master of ancient martial arts in Dahua can fly to the sky and hide from the earth, open a monument and crack a stone, come without a shadow and go without a trace. He is very powerful."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Mr. President, what should we do? Such a powerful Chinese, we have no way." Ashton George was very confused.

Shi Krone snorted coldly: "hum, the Chinese people think that with their ancient martial arts experts, they can do whatever they want in our country. They are wrong. Our rice Empire has traversed the world for hundreds of years. They have experts, and we also have experts. Wait and see, I must make them look good."

"What experts do we have?"

"Of course we have masters. Our masters are magicians."

"Magician?" Ashton George was puzzled. "Mr. President, the so-called magician is just a folk legend of our western countries. I have never seen a real magician for so many years."

Skron glanced at him and disdained: "what do you know? Do you think our magician can be seen by ordinary people? Just by you, you don't deserve to lift shoes for the magician."