"Back then, I stood in front of the parliamentary building of Country C, holding a kitchen knife in my hand. I swung the knife up and down, cutting all the way from under the national flag to the entrance of the parliament building.
What about the richest person on Huajie Street, or those members of parliament? From those as old as eighty-nine years old to those who had just learned to walk, none of them escaped without getting a couple of slashes from me!
Even a dog that passed by me got two slaps from me!"
"Mr. Song! So awesome!"
A Liang slapped the table and suddenly chimed in. With a serious expression, he filled the empty wine glass in front of Song Han and asked expectantly,
"So what happened next?"
"Come on, Chef Chang?!"
The hotel chef who had come along to drink and join in the fun looked at Chef Chang's serious expression in astonishment and said,
"You actually believe this?"
A Liang turned around and looked at the other person seriously, saying,
"If you can make me the hotel manager, I'll believe it even if you say you cut all the way from the South Heaven Gate to Penglai East Road."
The other person suddenly understood, then picked up his wine glass and looked at Song Han, who was almost collapsing, with admiration,
"Mr. Song! So tough! A real man of iron and blood!"
"I can't stand this anymore!"
While the two of them were listening intently, the others at this street food stall in the corner couldn't take it anymore.
A bald burly man with dragon and Buddha tattoos all over his bare chest suddenly stood up, pointed at their table and angrily said,
"Why don't you say you chopped off the president of Country C too if you're so damn tough!
How much have you drunk to talk like this!"
Song Han turned his head, grinned with his eyes blurry from the alcohol, and said,
"I missed it. That son of a bitch was blown up by a shell before I could get to him. Only one of his legs was left hopping in front of me. I couldn't chop that leg off too, could I?"
"Damn it!"
Hearing this, the bald burly man threw the wine bottle in his hand onto the ground. Just as he was about to rush up and teach the other person a lesson about what a real gangster was, he was suddenly pinned down by a group of people who emerged out of nowhere.
"Bald Wang, you're wanted. Come with us."
The stunned bald man looked at the people pinning him down and the identification cards in front of him.
One of the group of people who pinned down the bald man showed him the identification card and immediately took him away. The whole process was clean and swift. When Song Han came to his senses, there was only a pile of broken glass shards from the wine bottle left on the ground.
"You've got the wrong person. I'm not Bald Wang. My name is Wang Daqiang!
You've got the wrong person!!!"
"Hmm? Where's the person?"
This sudden episode didn't interrupt the lively atmosphere at their table. A Liang held up his wine glass, clinked it with the former subordinate in front of him, and then drank it all in one gulp.
"Mr. Song, I heard you went abroad. Why did you suddenly come back?"
Song Han was lying on the table. The effect of the alcohol was surging, making him feel dizzy even when he tried to sit up straight.
He waved his hand and mumbled,
"I got tired of slashing people and wanted to find someone to drink with. There's not a single person I know in that foreign place. I can't even find a barbecue stall if I want to have some skewers.
So I specifically took a flight back to find you, Master, to have a drink."
"Don't say anything, Mr. Song!"
Song Han's words made A Liang full of excitement. He picked up the wine glass again and drank it all in one gulp under the envious gazes of his colleagues beside him. He patted his chest and promised,
"As long as your Brother A Liang has a pot to cook, there will always be a bowl of food for you!"
Beside their table, four burly men who were quietly eating skewers without ordering a single bottle of wine ignored the disapproving look of the stall owner and quietly ate the food on the table.
"Number Three, you've always been active abroad. Why did you suddenly come back to the country?"
Number Three instinctively turned his head and glanced at Song Han. Seeing that he was still softly lying on the table with no reaction, he shook his head and said,
"Currently, all the stations in North America have been temporarily disbanded and gone into hiding due to special reasons.
I'm also back with a mission."
The colleague followed his gaze and looked at the target they were assigned to execute this time with a puzzled frown,
"Just a brat who talks nonsense?"
Number Three thought of the battle that day and instinctively shuddered,
"What if what he said is true?"
"The latest news: The Capitol Building in Huashi, the capital city of Country C, was attacked on the 28th. The attack range included many administrative organs, including the parliamentary building. The armed militants had a fierce firefight with the government in the city center, resulting in tens of thousands of deaths and hundreds of buildings severely damaged.
The military announced that the whole country entered a Level 1 alert posture on the evening of the 28th. Now, let's listen to the on-site interview by the local reporter."
...
"Ma'am, thank you very much for the clue you provided. Do you still remember in which direction the Headless Horseman you saw at that time flew away?"
A little girl who was closely following her mother couldn't help but interrupt,
"It was the Horseman of the Apocalypse representing fire and destruction!"
The agent looked down at the picture drawn according to the description of the mother and daughter and frowned.
Under the sea of fire on the ground, a Headless Horseman soared into the sky. Due to the description and attention, the body of the Headless Horseman occupied a quarter of the middle of the whole picture, looking extremely vivid.
"I'm sorry. At that time, I was so nervous because of the big fire in Huashi that I didn't pay attention to the direction the other person was moving in."
The agent nodded and didn't say much. After having this sketch confirmed by the mother and daughter again, he carefully put it away.
"Thank you again for your contribution to this country. I hope you will contact us in time if you think of anything later!"
Inside the military building that was put into use after temporary preparation, thanks to the anticipation of possible attacks during its construction, the edge of the explosion range of the thermobaric bomb didn't cause much interference to its main building.
Lieutenant General Rex Lee stroked his bald head with a pained expression and the scars left by the high-temperature burns on his face, and said angrily,
"Damn the air force! They almost blew up the military building when they dropped the bomb!"
He strode forward, sat in the main seat in the conference room, and looked at all the staff in the room with a raised voice and said furiously,
"Now, who can tell me who the enemy of our great country is!!"
Upon hearing this, the representative of CU immediately projected a picture onto the projector in the conference room.
Looking at the sketch illustration full of personal subjective colors on the projector, Lieutenant General Rex Lee became even angrier,
"Just because we saw psychic magic, now you've even brought up the Horseman of the Apocalypse, haven't you?"
"Minister Sir!"
The representative of CU stood up and said,
"According to the attack warning suddenly received on the 28th and the sorted out chaotic information feedback within the next two hours.
We can confirm that he was one of the parties that engaged in combat with us at the Capitol Building that day.
According to the analysis of the expert group, what he was wearing was most likely a practical full-closed exoskeleton armor."
Rex Lee frowned and stared intently at the image on the projector,
"What about his head then?"
"According to the judgment of relevant experts, there are probably several flying units with a combination of optical and radar stealth capabilities on his side.
His floating form should also be caused by his head being fixed inside the aircraft while he was moving in flight."
As the representative of CU switched the picture again, an image of a flying saucer lifting him up in flight appeared on the screen.
"So he's our enemy? An alien?"
"Unfortunately!"
The CU agent shook his head and said,
"According to the current summary of clues, he is probably not our enemy. He was the one who came to dismantle the nuclear bomb and prevent our doomsday system from being activated.
As for who he is, there is still no definite news yet."
The report from the CU agent made Rex Lee's brows furrow into a knot. He stared at the other person seriously and said,
"The president's order that day was to stop the other side from detonating the nuclear bomb at all costs! Now you're telling me that he's the hero who saved the world?
Do you think everyone in the command center at that time heard it wrong?"
The CU agent quickly shook his head and said,
"According to all the communication records we reviewed, the president's clear instruction at that time was to stop the attack.
Based on the investigation results of all the personnel in the command center that day, you should have been affected by psychic magic at that time."
Rex Lee remained silent and tapped the table. After a long while, he continued to ask,
"Then who can tell me now what the hell this psychic magic is all about?"
When it came to professional issues, the CU agent turned his gaze to Mark, who had been temporarily pulled to attend the meeting.
At this moment, Mark was still quickly flipping through the top-secret documents he had just received not long ago.
Seeing the gazes from everyone in the conference room, Mark quickly stood up and explained,
"Uh, everyone, according to the progress of the brain-computer interface project under my supervision, what the other side used should be the same kind of technology.
Of course, the paths to achieve this technology may be different. If we make the most optimistic estimate based on our current R&D progress, we may probably be able to do the same thing a hundred years later."
"How did they do it? And how far have they gone?"
Rex Lee's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. Now he could even dream of the scene of himself being controlled and rushing towards the sea of fire in despair.
Mark flipped through the report of the brain-computer interface project in his hand and explained,
"Due to the complexity of the human brain, we haven't carried out corresponding human experiments yet. However, on primates like gorillas, we achieved interfering with the gorilla's photosensitive system through an invasive interface connection.
We successfully made it see red as green."
Rex Lee raised his eyebrows and said,
"Is that all?"
Mark looked at the other person speechlessly and said,
"Currently, this is all we can do. The relevant experiments we urgently carried out with the cooperation of the military a couple of days ago still couldn't achieve the interference of human brainwaves.
The activity mechanism of the human brain is still too sophisticated and complex for us at present."