I have a martial arts system in the city

At an altitude of 10,000 meters above the ocean, an aircraft flew silently like a ghost. There is no roar of huge engines of traditional aircraft. The seagulls flying on the sea below are focused on hunting, and have no idea that there is a big guy above them.

In the pure white interior space, Chen Xing stood together with a group of Mao people, which felt quite strange. These people stood motionless like dead people. If it weren't for the beating of their heartbeats like drums, the atmosphere would be like a Western paradise for the dead.

"Please extend your right hand."

A robotic arm held a needle and drove the four wheels below to run up to him and asked him to stretch out his hand. It was obvious that he wanted to draw a tube of blood for testing.

Chen Xingze extended his right hand generously and pricked it with a needle with the mechanical arm.

If it doesn't go in, use a little more force.

Still didn't go in, until the mechanical arm started to smoke on its own, unknown liquid burst out from the tube on the body, and it was completely destroyed after setting off a small firework.

The needle in its hand had already been twisted and deformed. After Chen Xing retracted his right hand and looked at it carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it didn't hurt my precious scales."

The weirdo guarding him didn't react at all. If he were a normal person, he would have pointed a gun at Chen Xing's head when he saw Chen Xing's lack of cooperation.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

The sharp pointers didn't even scratch the mask, and the two "people" turned a blind eye to this behavior.

But as long as Chen Xing takes a step forward, the weirdos will raise their guns.

Nicksen Xu opened the cab door because he had never received the blood sample collected by the robot.

When he came out, he stepped on a sticky black liquid with a rusty smell on the ground. Nickerson rubbed it on the clean floor in disgust, and followed the liquid to find the mechanical arm that was stabbing and emitting electric sparks at Chen Xing's feet. .

"What's going on?"

Nickerson forced a smile. If this mechanical arm robot is broken, it will be broken. It is not worth breaking up.

"I didn't know either. He wanted to collect my blood sample, and I let him collect it casually. But he didn't know that this thing was so brittle, and he dried himself up and smoked."

Chen Xing almost had his innocence written on his face. When these words fell into Nixon's ears, they were clearly mocking and dissatisfied with their forced hostage.

"Mr. Chen Xing, I called him right, right?"

Nickerson suppressed his anger and said that he felt it was necessary to use some means to make Chen Xing bow his head.

"Chinese people's names come first and last name comes last. Mr. Chen Xing had better change back to your original self."

"What are you talking about? My name is not Chen Xing, my surname is Li, Li Ba."

Chen Xing still wanted to pretend to be crazy, but Nixon threw out all the information they had collected about Chen Xing.

"Chen Xing, a native of Huaguofu City, father Chen met, mother Yao Lijuan..."

It was easy to collect this information, but then Nickerson told Chen Xing's different behavior since graduation, and then every place and everything he went to.

It was as if there was an invisible camera around him recording everything he did.

"Are you threatening me?"

For the first time, Chen Xing saw the powerful intelligence capabilities of the beautiful country, which is worthy of being a country that can expose the Prism Project.

"You could think so."

After all, Nixon was not a politician but a soldier. He didn't know how to be a politician, he only knew how to do it in a straightforward way.

"Then are you conducting character analysis on me again?"

"Varied……"

Dots of thunder appeared on Chen Xing's appearance, and when he saw the other person, he was already beside Nickerson, holding his head with a look of astonishment in his arms.

"I like to nip danger in the bud. It is a Chinese tradition to be prepared for danger in times of peace, let alone when the danger is right in front of us."

Puff puff!

A series of afterimages of Chen Xing... struck at the speed of light

Again, he doesn't need to be faster than the bullet, he just needs to be faster than the shooter.

Only his silhouette was left in the narrow space. Those weirdos may have peak human physical fitness, but he has long since separated from the human species, so he still thinks of himself as a "human" in his heart.

After dealing with the miscellaneous soldiers, Chen Xing studied their weapons. There was no trigger on the entire firearm, and no ammunition magazine was seen.

There is only a light wheel-shaped ball like the core of this weapon. It flickers a few times and then goes out.

Not understanding it, Chen Xing gave up.

Get in the cab, my dear.

There are all incomprehensible operating instruments, but no one is operating the aircraft and it continues to fly in one direction. It seems that the autopilot cruise is set.

Shrink your body and sit in the driving position, letting the aircraft drive automatically.

He always has to go to this beautiful country. If he wants to catch a tiger, don't blame him for being bitten by the tiger.

…………

The Mojave Desert, the largest desert in the beautiful country, has a rolling heat wave that can kill people during the day. At night, the temperature drops to more than ten degrees below zero and can freeze people to death.

In such a peaceful place, an email sent from the desert attracted one group of plutocratic forces after another.

Of course, the consortia that can receive the email are inextricably linked to the mysterious Area 51 in the desert. They do dirty work for this mysterious Area 51 all over the world every year.

And they are all members of the mutual aid association, so the consortium here is not simple.

It's sizzling!

An extended bulletproof Lincoln was parked at the coordinates given in the email, 35 degrees north latitude and 118 degrees west longitude.

The place was already filled with all kinds of luxury cars. When the Stretch Lincoln appeared, the various financial groups gathered together turned their attention.

Charlie Luciano, Joseph Bonanno, Vincent Mangano, Frank DiLeer, Anthony Salerno.

The five people who got off the car were the leaders of the five major mafia families in the beautiful country. If they could say a word, the dark side of the beautiful country would be revealed.

"Didn't you say that Joseph and Charlie were having a conflict? Why did they get together again?"

"Who knows."

"Did you feel the ground shaking?"

"Watch your feet!"

Someone warned, and everyone who noticed it climbed onto the roof of the car regardless of their appearance.

When the Mafia family was in place, the sand where everyone was standing shook to reveal a lifting platform.

A big gray head emerged from the ground along the platform. The head was inlaid with two black gem-like eyes the size of pigeon eggs, and then there was a slender naked body.

The weird appearance is exactly like the aliens in the movie, and the consortium's reactions range from taking it for granted to yelling.

"Hello everyone, you can call me K."

A high-pitched voice sounded in everyone's mind. It was obvious that it was talking directly in the mind through brain waves.